Chapter 4849
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Although her strange attacks were quite lethal, it was difficult for two fists to fight against four hands. If she really couldn't handle it, it would help her!
Those people rushed forward, and Song Mi'er also went forward with the frying pan. Although she was petite, her strength was not small, and her battle prowess was not to be underestimated. Especially with the frying pan in her hand, those guards had to back off.
When Feng Jiu arrived at West Street, she saw that there were many people around. Seeing that she couldn't squeeze in, she went to the second floor of a teahouse facing the street and sat down. She also ordered a pot of tea to drink.
When Fengjiu came near, Tun Yun sensed her presence. Looking around, it saw the owner sitting on the second floor of the teahouse, leaning against the railing and looking down.
Fengjiu looked at Tun Yun, smiled, and gave it a look.
Seeing this, Tun Yun squatted by the side and watched as Song Mi 'er dealt with the dozen or so guards by herself. He was surprised to see this. He thought that she wouldn't be able to deal with so many guards alone, but who would have thought that it would be more than enough?
On the second floor, Fengjiu was drinking tea as she watched the fight below. When she saw that Song Mi'er's attacks were all in the style of cooking, she could not help but laugh.
She did not know that there was such a cultivation technique. And looking at her technique, it was not just a little bit of perfection.
The way she saw it, Song Mi 'er was not treating them as opponents at all, but as a dish to be stir-fried. She did not know how she trained, but her skills were not bad. Eleven people were not a match for her.
She took a sip of tea, and saw the middle aged man's hand move slightly. Something seemed to slip through his sleeve, and in the next moment, a hidden weapon flew towards Song Mi'er.
Fengjiu flicked her hand, and a stream of air swept past, shooting down the hidden weapon that was flying towards Song Mi'er. At the same time, she waved her hand, and a few drops of tea flew out, instantly freezing into ice and attacking the middle aged man's limbs.
"Hiss!"
With a blood-curdling scream, the middle-aged man's body convulsed for a moment before collapsing to the ground. His lips trembled slightly as cold air emitted from his body. Not long after, his face was covered with frost, and even his eyebrows were frozen into ice.
"Master Wei!"
When the guards who were knocked down saw the state 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 anxiously. They could not be bothered to continue fighting, and hurriedly carried him back to the Wei residence.
"Hmph! Do you think I'm a pushover? How dare you bully me, have you asked for my frying pan? " Song Mi'er harrumphed coldly as she raised her chin with a smug smile on her face. At the same time, she swung the lethal frying pan in her hand.
Tun Yun walked up to her, paw, paw, paw, paw, paw, paw,
"What's wrong?" Song Mi 'er asked, looking down at the chubby pet at her feet.
Tun Yun glanced at the second floor of the teahouse and ran up there.
Song Mi 'er raised her head and saw the red-robed Feng Jiu sitting on the second floor. She held a cup of tea and smiled at her. Song Mi' er couldn't help but call out in surprise.
"Sister, you're back!" She happily followed Tun Yun to the second floor, and sat down at a table on the second floor. She looked at Fengjiu, "Sister, when did you come back? Why are you here? "
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