Although Su Lianyang looked so thin that he seemed to be blown down by a strong gust of wind, Feng Qingcheng could see the clues at a glance with his steps and moves.

This Su Lianyang should be a martial artist, otherwise it would be impossible for him to take such a regular pace.

It’s just a pity that his martial arts skills seem to be a leisurely skill that is less than half a bottle of jars.

Although there are moves to follow, there is only a framework and no essence.

In other words, his move can only deal with ordinary people who have no ability to practice martial arts. If he meets a master like Mu Chenxiao, he will probably be able to hurt his muscles even if he breathes.

Seeing the wooden stick about to cut Feng Qingcheng's body, the more obvious the murderous intent in Su Lianyang's eyes was.

This woman is so idle that she lives with a good parasite, but she just comes to tease her tiger beard.

If she hadn't written her own book, he would have been hugging the girl and having fun at this time, so how could he use the effort to use the sticks here to play the sticks here?

In his glaring eyes, Feng Qingcheng clearly saw his black hair flying behind him because of the strong wind brought by the stick.

A cold sneered inadvertently at the corner of his lips. Feng Qingcheng's toes stepped on the ground lightly, his body suddenly spun, and his footsteps fell silently to one side.

The white wrist raised lightly, accurately holding Su Lianyang's wrist. His slender fingers were like a hook, and he clamped the wooden stick in his hand vigorously. With another low shout, he mistakenly put his wooden stick and slapped it away with his palm.

As the skirt flew, Feng Qingcheng was already standing behind him, holding the lotus, and lined up his back with one palm. He instantly patted him on the ground and threw a dog to bite him.

Su Lianyang's original thoughts were full of confidence, and the woman's head in front of him could be beaten with one stick. Before he could understand what was going on, he instantly disappeared and disappeared.

He lay on the ground in a daze, and his head felt dizzy because it hit the ground.

Shaking his head in a daze, Su Lianyang raised his face full of mud and looked around him in surprise.

At the gate of the courtyard in the distance, there was the same shock, as if all the masters and slaves of the Su family had seen a ghost.

Their eyes were locked firmly on Su Lianyang's body, all with doubts about whether this guy was drunk.

But when I saw him outside, I was alone, using the wooden stick in my hand to knock down all the Su family members who wanted to come forward and grab him, and it didn't look like I was drunk.

They were even very sure that they had never seen Feng Qingcheng take action.

It was just like dazzling that she retreated to the side, and then she saw Su Lianyang breaking his stick with his hands, and then his feet stood unsteadily and fell to the ground.

After the initial panic, Hailan ran over quickly and exclaimed: "Miss, how are you? Have you been hurt?"
Chapter completed!