Feng Jiu raised her eyebrows and sneered, "Blood relationship? How dare you talk to me about blood relationship? Do you really think that my father has fallen, and my Feng Mansion will be easy to bully? To take charge of my Feng Family? Are you qualified?"
Hearing this, the faces of the people in the second room changed again and again. Looking at this woman who no longer concealed her feelings and spoke sharply with a cold expression, they realized at this moment that she had been playing tricks on them from the beginning!
She had never thought of letting them take over the Feng family, or run the Feng Mansion! She just wanted to humiliate them and embarrass them!
"Good job, Feng Qingge! Good! Very good!"
The middle-aged man gritted his teeth in anger, and handed his injured and unconscious son to the people behind him to take care of him. He strode towards her and said angrily: "Today, let me teach you a lesson on behalf of Feng Xiao!"
Seeing the middle-aged man approaching her, the eight Phoenix Guards' faces changed slightly and said, "He is the one from the second house who just entered the Wuzong last month. Even if the eldest lady is good at martial arts, it only depends on agility. I'm afraid she will suffer a loss against him."
"Let's go up and help! How dare you bully the young lady on Feng Mansion's territory? This is simply courting death!"
"That's right, do you really think we are just decorations?"
"Walk!"
A few people were drinking and moving forward, when they saw Leng Shuang coming over and blocking their way.
"Don't cause trouble for the master."
The cold voice coupled with the expressionless look made her look like an icy beauty, and the tight black clothes made her look even colder and harder, lacking some of the softness of a woman and being cold and icy.
"He is Wu Zong, can the master deal with him?" Luo Yu was slightly stunned. When he asked this question, he felt a little unbelievable in his heart.
Leng Shuang has been with the master for a long time. If the master couldn't deal with her, she would have been the first to rush forward. But now she came to stop them. I can only say...
Is the master's strength enough to deal with that middle-aged man at the Wuzong level
Hiss! Is this possible
Thinking of this, he took a breath and looked at the white figure in astonishment.
When the other people heard this, they looked at the white figure with some disbelief.
They had seen how enchanting and dazzling she was in red, a kind of wanton arrogance, emitting confidence and dignity. Now, she was wearing white in the morning show, and when they first met her, she gave people a gentle and harmless feeling, just like a docile sheep, without any aggressiveness.
However, this was just an illusion at first sight, otherwise, the young man would not have screamed so miserably.
Thinking of the stick she swung to knock down the enemy, several people shuddered, swallowed their saliva, and unconsciously clamped their legs together.
Worried about her? Maybe they were worrying for nothing.
In the martial arts training ground, Feng Jiu, holding a round wooden stick, watched the middle-aged man stride towards her angrily, and raised his palm with a hidden force to slap her in the face.
She raised her eyebrows, threw the log in her hand back, and attacked him bare-handed, grabbing his wrist with an uncanny speed.
He shifted his steps and dodged sideways, twisting the wrist downward and backward, breaking it with a snap. At the same time, he put his other hand on his shoulder and pulled the whole arm off.