Chapter 600

Na Mu Cuo said with a smile, "This brat's martial arts aren't that great, but his mouth is quite strong. His curses are very unpleasant to hear."

His throwing technique was very clever. Zhui Feng's back fell to the ground and he only felt a bit of pain before he could move his limbs again.

Zhui Feng jumped up like a fish and looked at Na Mu Cuo with eyes filled with shock.

He had always thought that the other side had launched a sneak attack, but who would have thought that Na Mu Cuo's martial arts would be so profound. He knew that he would never be able to do such a thing!

"Hey, brat, who are you to her? Husband? Or lover? "Na Mu Cuo pointed at Chen Ning and asked in a loud voice.

Zhui Feng's face couldn't help turning red as he angrily said, "What nonsense are you saying, I'm not anyone!"

"What, you're not a person?" Na Mu Cuo stared at him and broke out in laughter.

Zhui Feng's face turned red to his ears, "My meaning is that I'm not her husband or lover." How could he have the courage to have ideas about his master's beloved girl?

Na Mu Cuo stopped laughing and looked at him with a suspicious gaze. "Then you secretly admire her?"

"Not at all!" Zhui Feng angrily said.

He found that he was not this man's match, but the princess was in his hands. What should he do? Should he charge forward and fight to the death with this man to let the princess escape? Or should he find a chance to steal her and then report to the emperor?

He couldn't make up his mind.

"Hey, stinky brat, your eyes are moving around, it's clear you have bad intentions! Don't think you can trick me! "Na Mu Cuo reached out with a large palm and his body moved forward, suddenly pressing down on Zhui Feng's shoulder.

Zhui Feng's shoulder shrank back and he barely dodged this grab. His right hand reached out to his waist and there was already a silver snake like whip in his hand.

This was his weapon, he didn't use it easily. At this time, he knew that he had met a strong opponent, so how could he care about the rules of martial arts? The other side was this strong, so if he didn't use a weapon, he would not be a match at all.

He waved his silver whip and a strong gust of wind flew out at a tricky angle at Na Mu Cuo's face.

"Hei, hei, insignificant skills, you actually have the face to take them out! Your whip is truly lacking, let me teach you what it means to be the ancestor of the whip! "Na Mu Cuo said with a face full of disdain.

Zhui Feng suddenly felt the whip tighten as Namu Cuo tightly grabbed it.

He was shocked and forcefully tried to pull it back, shouting, "Let it!"

Na Mu Cuo smiled and said: "Fine, I'll let you go, I'll return it to you!"

Zhui Feng was using all his strength, but who would have thought that the other side would let go just like that. He used all his strength on himself and felt a pain in his chest like he had been hit by a large hammer. His throat felt sweet and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

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Zhui Feng's face turned red, filled with shame.

Although he knew that he was not a match, he never thought that he would lose in a single move. Not only was he spitting out blood, he was also restrained by his own weapon to the point where he could not move.