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Chapter 333

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Hearing this, the young man's face darkened.

He couldn't do it? Why couldn't he do it?

"Cousin, you sure talk big. I haven't even tried yet! How do you know that I can't do it? " He spoke in a strange tone, his gaze sweeping across her body provocatively. It was obvious that he was hinting at something.

As soon as he said that, before Feng IX could say anything, the faces of Luo Yu and the others, who were not far away, darkened. They stared coldly at the man, especially Luo Yu. He cracked his knuckles and cracked his knuckles.

Taking advantage of his master's words? Hmph! I'll remember this brat!

Feng Jiu saw that he was looking at her wantonly, and he seemed to think that she didn't understand what he was saying. Seeing this, she only raised her eyebrows slightly and glanced at him. The corners of her lips curled up slightly, and there was a dangerous smile.

"Since you want to try, then go ahead! I only hope that you won't regret it. "

The old man and a few middle-aged men heard this and felt a little puzzled. She clearly didn't have any strength, so why was she so confident?

One of the middle-aged men saw this and was about to ask his son to step back, but his son had already stepped forward.

"Come on! I'll let you have a taste of my strength! "He had a malicious smile on his face and was already in a fighting stance.

Fengjiu saw this and moved to the weapons placed at the side of the training field. Her fingers paused as she ran across the swords and sabers. No one knew what she thought, but she shook her head and smiled. Finally, she picked a round wooden stick that was about 1.2 meters long.

"Don't you need to pick a weapon?" She raised her eyebrows and looked at the young man opposite her. It was said that this belonged to her cousin. However, he was a cousin of a generation and they weren't close.

"Haha, against you, my bare hands are enough." He laughed loudly. In the next moment, a malicious look appeared on his face. He said, "Cousin, you have to be careful."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly stepped forward. His hand formed a claw and grabbed at Fengjiu's chest. The faces of the eight Phoenix Guards nearby turned ashen.

"This pervert!"

Luo Yu cursed under his breath. As a man, he really wanted to step forward and give this man a kick when he saw such a vulgar action.

"What a disgrace to men!"

The youngest of the eight, Qi Kang, also had an extremely ugly expression as he stared at the young man. What kind of relative was he? He might as well not acknowledge such a relative!

The others did not speak and only frowned as they watched the scene. Fan Lin noticed that Leng Shuang, who was standing not far away from them, had a cold and calm expression on her face. He could not help but be slightly surprised, as if he had thought of something. His gaze once again turned towards the training grounds, and with this look, the frown on his face relaxed.

The woman in white had an indifferent expression on her face. She stood there without moving, and the round wooden stick in her hand seemed to be held casually. There was no posture to speak of. When she saw that the young man's first move was to attack her chest, she just raised her eyebrows and sneered.

Just as the young man's hand was about to reach her chest, he saw her step sideways. At the same time, the round wooden stick in her hand instantly hit the outstretched hand. When the round wooden stick hit, they could even hear the sound of a wind blade.

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