In this world, there is arrogance, and there must be arrogance. There is always a part of them who like to look up to themselves and think that they are better than others. A white-faced prodigal son is such a person. Huangpu Xinrong can lose so tragically, in his eyes, it is a skill.
It's not as good as a human being. If he had taken action, he would definitely beat Miss Fengqi to the point of falling.
Standing steadily in front of Miss Fengqi, the white-faced prodigal son smiled coldly.
"It's just a woman. Do you really think she has three heads and six arms? She is not as good as a human, so she deserves to get out."
Rebounding true energy? He didn't believe it. It was the stupid fool Huangpu Xinrong who practiced shallowly, which made this girl get a big advantage for nothing.
"Girl... Come on, let grandpa see if your body is white?" The white-faced prodigal son spoke wildly, revealing his uneven white teeth, and was ready to take off Miss Fengqi's clothes.
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Feng Zhilou raised his eyebrows slightly. This guy is so shameless. He dared to be so arrogant in such an occasion. Did he forget how he slapped himself thirty times when he first entered the imperial city?
"If you want to take off my girl's clothes, it depends on whether you have the ability!"
Feng Zhilou smiled contemptuously. It was an instinctive reaction to use the ring to resist Huangpu Xinrong just now, and it was not a real skill. This time she wanted to use her true energy to convince the fight, and she was so urinating.
The white-faced prodigal son didn't expect that this little girl would dare to be so powerful in the ring. He couldn't help but laugh. He flirtatiously hooked Feng Zhilou with his fingers.
"Come on, let me throw myself into my arms first."
After saying that, the white-faced prodigal son opened his arms smugly, waiting to hold Miss Fengqi, the beauty, and humiliate her.
If the first round of the game surprised everyone and was surprised, the second round was funny and funny. This scene was not a game, it was clearly a prodigal play, and it was very interesting.
Chu Xiaoyu couldn't help but cover her mouth and smiled. This time she should have seen Feng Zhilou's joke. If she was really taken off by a white-faced prodigal son, she would lose all her face. Let's see how she would win the prince's favor.
"Come on, the white-faced prodigal son, let her be ugly!" Chu Xiaoyu shouted ignorantly, which naturally attracted countless dissatisfaction eyes around him. The first person who was dissatisfied was Chu Yanyu. He was fierce on his niece's head, and he naturally attracted countless dissatisfaction.
Try it.
"Are you crazy?"
"I just lost my mouth..." Chu Xiaoyu touched his head and pouted his mouth. He knew that he had encouraged the white-faced prodigal son to be a little too much, but thinking about Feng Zhilou carrying the prince's waist card, he felt in his heart
Don't mention that you're so upset.
Feng Yunzheng, who had been very quiet at this time, also looked over, his eyes were gloomy. Someone actually said that his sister was so annoying. His palm suddenly radiated his true energy, and he slapped it out with a palm, and a gust of true energy came.
On the umbrella handle above Chu Xiaoyu's head, the umbrella handle suddenly broke and directly clamped on Chu Xiaoyu's head.
"Ah." Chu Xiaoyu screamed.
Chu Yanyu quickly pulled up the parasol. When he saw that the handle of the umbrella was broken in one stroke. This was the five real energy cut. He looked around for a week and finally saw Feng Yunzheng, Feng.
The symbol of the village.
"Stop talking, someone from the Feng family is here." Chu Yanyu reminded her sister that breaking the handle of the umbrella has already given the Chu family face. If she hit Xiaoyu directly, Xiaoyu would not be umbrellaed at this time.
It's so simple to hold it down.
Chu Xiaoyu also looked over in annoyance and met Feng Yunzheng's warning eyes.
"Who are you? Bastard..."
"I am Feng Yunzheng." Feng Yunzheng is neither humble nor arrogant. Even if Wu Jing has many talents, he is not as skilled as others and cannot go on stage to help his sister, but he will never allow the humiliation of Fengjiazhuang to happen around him.
Chu Xiaoyu wanted to say something, but was stopped by the great charity Chu. It was not ordinary people who could write to Wujing on Fengjiazhuang. Besides, there was Miss Fengqi's relationship, so he couldn't underestimate the Chu family's lack of rules.
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Chu Dashan's kind smile made Feng Yunzheng stop and continue to watch the game.
But Chu Xiaoyu's face turned blue with anger. She would sooner or later make this guy named Feng look good.
The martial arts are not peaceful, and the atmosphere in the martial arts are not that relaxed. The arrogance of the white-faced prodigal son made everyone sweat for Feng Zhilou. Can she be lucky enough to be prosperous in Huangpu, but can she beat this super warrior with misconduct?
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The white-faced prodigal son became even more proud when he saw that Feng Zhilou had not spoken.
"Miss Fengqi, if you are afraid, we won't compete, but... tonight, you have to make me feel comfortable. Grandpa, I haven't touched a woman for several days."
"You dream!"
Feng Zhilou and this rogue said nothing more, and repairing him is real, so she took a deep breath, lifted her breath and moved to her limbs. In an instant, dozens of true qi condensed into her palms. Once this true qi condensed, it could be in the air.
A powerful cyclone formed in it, faintly revealing a purple light.
Purple true energy? It’s afflicted!
The white-faced prodigal son was shocked. Unexpectedly, purple true qi would appear, which was the super high level of true qi cultivation.
How could this happen? When Huangpu Xinrong took action just now, Miss Fengqi clearly had no true energy, but at this time, a purple cyclone appeared. The mocking heart of the white-faced prodigal son instantly restrained, and a trace of trembling appeared in his heart
And fear, he knew that he underestimated the enemy.
A little girl who looks only in her teenage years can actually emit such a true qi cyclone?
The white-faced prodigal son knew the power of purple true qi, so he did not dare to easily exert his true qi to fight. All he could do was to avoid it.
A swallow leaped, and the white-faced prodigal son avoided the purple airflow that Feng Zhilou pushed out with great force.
He was avoiding it, but the white-faced prodigal son still felt that the air around him was vibrating by the true energy, which made his lungs hurt and almost vomited a mouthful of blood...
But this true energy came out of Feng Zhilou's hand and did not dissipate due to the increase in distance. It flew wider and wider. It swept one of the legs of the white-faced prodigal son. He screamed and fell on the red carpet, and the cyclone was once again
He turned around and rushed to another venue of the competition.
In another field, Thuoxing defeated his opponent. He used his usual skills again and mentioned the defeated warrior and was about to tear it apart from the middle. But at this moment, he felt a gust of cold wind blowing towards him, with a bone-broken coldness.
, Tuobeixing raised his eyes in surprise, and saw a purple cyclone rolling towards him.
"cyclone?"
He had no time to tear his opponent apart, threw the man out, and waved his palm against the cyclone.
Just a loud bang...
Bloody spots all over the sky...
Everyone's eyes widened, and even the people in the third venue that were in the competition stopped in shock. He screamed in a scream, and his body was torn apart by the purple true qi mass, and his head fell like a cannonball.
It usually flies, but finally falls into a small wood that is far away and disappears.