Although her strange attacking moves are quite lethal, two fists are no match for four hands. If she really can't handle it, it will help her!
Those people rushed forward, and Song Mi'er also came forward with a frying pan. Although she was petite, she was very strong and her fighting ability was not to be underestimated, especially when she slapped the frying pan in her hand, those guards had to retreat three points.
When Fengjiu arrived at West Street, she saw a lot of people gathered there. She couldn't squeeze forward, so she went to the second floor of a teahouse facing the street and sat down, ordering a pot of tea.
As soon as Fengjiu approached, Tunyun sensed her presence. He raised his head and looked around, and saw the owner sitting on the second floor of the teahouse, leaning against the fence and looking at the owner below.
Fengjiu glanced at Tunyun, smiled, and winked at it.
Seeing this, Tunyun squatted aside and watched Song Mi'er deal with the dozen guards by herself. He was surprised. He had thought that she might not be able to defeat so many guards by herself, but he didn't expect that she could easily handle it.
On the second floor, Fengjiu was drinking tea while watching the fight below. When she saw that Song Mier's attacking moves were exactly like cooking, she couldn't help but laugh.
She didn't even know there was such a martial art? And judging by her technique, she had mastered it to perfection.
In her opinion, Song Mier didn't treat those people as opponents at all, but regarded them as some kind of dishes to stir-fry. I don't know how she trained, but her skills are really good. None of the eleven people can be her opponent.
She took a sip of tea and saw the middle-aged man's hand move slightly, as if something slipped through his sleeves. The next moment, a hidden weapon attacked Song Mi'er.
Feng Jiu flicked her hand and a stream of air swept across, knocking down the hidden weapon that was attacking Song Mi'er. At the same time, she raised her hand and a few drops of tea flew out and instantly condensed into ice, attacking the middle-aged man's limbs.
“Hiss!”
With a scream, the middle-aged man's body twitched and then he fell down. His lips trembled slightly and he felt cold. Soon, his face was covered with a white frost and even his eyebrows were frozen into ice.
"Master Wei!"
When the guards who were knocked to the ground saw the appearance of the middle-aged man, they were shocked and hurried to his side to help him up.
"Quick! Send Master Wei back!"
The guards shouted nervously and didn't bother to fight anymore. They carried the man back and headed straight for the Wei family.
"Hmph! Do you think I'm a soft persimmon? If you dare to bully me, have you asked about my frying pan?" Song Mi'er snorted, raised her chin, revealed a smug smile, and swung the lethal frying pan in her hand.
Tunyun walked up to her, came to her side and stepped on her foot with his claws.
"What's wrong?" Song Mi'er asked, looking down at the chubby little pet at her feet.
Tunyun glanced at the second floor of the teahouse and ran up there.
When Song Mier looked up, she saw Feng Jiu, dressed in red, sitting on the second floor, holding a cup of tea and smiling at her. Seeing this, she couldn't help but call out in surprise.
“Sister, you’re back!” He happily followed Tunyun to the second floor, sat down at the table there, looked at Fengjiu, and said, “Sister, when did you come back? Why are you here?”