Chapter 155

The corner of Feng Yu's mouth jerked. Wait a minute. What did she hear just now? She's stalking him? She followed him to Bairi peak? Did she hear the big joke?

Why didn't she know when she was pestering him? She did come to Bairi peak, but did she follow him?

Feng Yu laughs two times. Her eyes squint. She looks at Bei Ming Hao. Her voice is cold and says, "Bei Ming Hao, I really want to know who the hell gave you confidence?"

Boom

Just like the thunder on the flat ground, all the people stare at Fengyu with big eyes and can't believe it. Didn't they hear it right? This ugly person dares to scold the boss like this. Should they applaud her?

It's a lot of courage and admiration.

Do you know this is the 11th Prince of Beiming family in Haoyuan Empire? Several intermediate disciples behind Beiming Hao kept swallowing their saliva, and a pair of eyes were staring at Fengyu.

Beiming Hao is also shocked. He didn't expect that the receptive bag who once followed him was scolding him, and his words were so vulgar.

Even if she hit him last time and almost strangled him, it was not as shocking as this sentence.

After the shock, there was a strong sense of anger. His face turned from green to red, and finally completely black. He bit his teeth and said to several teenagers who were still shocked behind him, "Zhang Qing, you beat her for the prince. Don't be polite, beat her to death."

Since Fengyu beat him and nearly strangled him last time, they had a grudge against each other. Therefore, in addition to disgusting Fengyu, he only had a strong hatred.

This kind of hate can't be eliminated.

Several disciples came back one after another, but they were in trouble with Fengyu. Although they were very noisy, they really wanted to fight against women. There was a psychological barrier.

Although this is ugly, it can't change the fact that it's a woman. Moreover, it's just a woman without cultivation.

From the sound of Yun Ning Ruo from Beiming Hao just now, they knew her identity. It was the fiancee that their eldest brother had decided from childhood. Although she was the daughter of the amazing martial uncle Yun, she couldn't cultivate because she was born useless. However, a group of big men didn't say that they were all trained in the metaphysical realm. They couldn't do anything for Fengyu.

Beiming Hao himself was beaten by Fengyu, but that story was too shameful, so he couldn't take it to the stage. Therefore, these teenagers don't know how terrible Fengyu's fighting power is.

Looking at several teenagers behind him, they all look at Fengyu in embarrassment, but no one does it. Beiming Hao almost spits out a mouthful of blood.

"Don't you listen to me? If you want to do it, do it. "

He kicked a disciple down, and the disciple didn't dare to fight back, so he jumped and fell in front of Feng Yu. His face was not very good and said, "younger martial sister Yun, I've offended you."

Feng Yu sneered at him and said nothing.

The boy put out his fist and smashed it at Fengyu's head. Fengyu snorted and quickly stepped out. Before his fist came out, he was severely kicked in the chest.

When Feng Yu got out of her leg, she urged her spirit power. Even if the stone table could be broken, the disciple could not bear her fierce leg as expected, so he flew out directly, hit Beiming Hao's foot, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

He felt that his sternum and ribs must be broken. As soon as his consciousness sank, he soon fell into a coma.

Beiming Hao stares at the young man who is in a coma at his feet. A handsome face is pale. Looking at Fengyu's eyes is like looking at a ghost. He can't think of it. Just one foot, just one foot, she kicks a monk who knows the mysterious world and faints.

So, how strong is she now?

Beiming Hao's forehead began to sweat. Even his body could not help shivering. Fengyu raised her leg and forced her toward him. As soon as she walked, Beiming Hao remembered the suffocation feeling of being strangled last time.

The feeling of turning around in hell came back. He couldn't help stepping back two steps, reached out and grabbed two disciples in front of him, gasped and said in a deep voice, "are you all dead? Do it, and kill that woman for the prince. "

The rest of the disciples were kicked back from the shock by Beiming Hao. They swallowed their saliva and looked at Fengyu. In the legend of approaching, they were born waste materials and could not cultivate.

Is she really a waste? Why is it so strong?

A monk in the early stage of xuanjing was stun with one kick. Who would believe it if it was said?

Beiming Hao's sharp voice thought in his ear. Several disciples looked at each other, bit their teeth, and rushed towards Fengyu. There were two other masters behind, who started to release their magic skills and attack Fengyu from a distance.

Fengyu looks at the swordsmen and the mages who are aiming at her. Her steps don't stop at all. At first, she dodges the attack of the two mages quickly, then suddenly kicks out her legs and kicks the swordsmen and soldiers who are close to her without pressure.At the foot of a step change, all people just feel in front of a flower, Fengyu appeared in front of Beiming Hao, she quickly hand, hand to grasp the collar of Beiming Hao, arm slightly hard, then he mercilessly hit the ground, Beiming Hao suddenly back pain.

Feng Yu raised his foot and stepped on Bei Ming Hao's chest. He looked up and swept coldly at the disciples who tried to attack her again. He said, "you guys, stop it, otherwise, I'm afraid that if my foot slips, I'll step on this waste and break my breath."

With these words, her feet increased a few parts of her strength. Beiming Hao's face changed rapidly. His chest was like a mountain weighing a thousand pounds. He was about to die. He stretched out his hands and broke Fengyu's ankle, but he couldn't use it.

Several disciples looked at Beiming Hao's changing face, and their faces were quickly flustered. They looked at Fengyu in fear, but they did not dare to go forward.

Feng Yu looks at their performance with satisfaction, and then turns to see North Ming Hao. His face is red and black. A pair of hateful eyes want to eat people's eyes to look at her, and her eyes begin to congest.

Fengyu wiped the blood from his forehead to his eyelids, then slowly moved his feet from him, slowly squatted down, squinted at him.

"North Ming Hao, you say, my forehead injury, how should calculate with you?"

She pointed to her bleeding forehead, a pair of eyes like calm looking at him, although it seems calm, but Beiming Hao is acutely aware that under the calm, I do not know what kind of bloodthirsty ferocious cover.

He couldn't help shaking his body, completely frightened by the breath she sent out, gritting his teeth and looking at her, he couldn't say a word.

Feng Yu sneered, a pair of eyes dark even half light can't see, "how, don't know how to calculate?" Her eyes narrowed, her voice was cold several degrees, and she said, "or do you want me to ask for it by myself?"

Beiming Hao breathing gradually heavy up, he bit his teeth, heart a horizontal, a pair of open-minded appearance, way, "even if the prince hit you how? I'm the prince. If I hurt you, even if I kill you, what can you do? "

"What can I do?"

Phoenix feather low repeat these four words, suddenly, the corner of her lips evokes a strange smile, see that wipe smile, North Ming Hao subconsciously hit a cold shiver, the whole body is tight up, even the scalp is tight hair pain.

"Ugly, I warn you, I'm the prince. If you dare to do anything to me, my father will not let you go, nor will he let the general's house go. Are you sure you want to implicate the general's house?"

The trembling of his lips threatened him, but he could not get rid of the fear in his heart. I don't know why he would tremble when he saw this ugly man.

Obviously, he is just a waste to be bullied by him. Why does he feel this fear when he looks at her? How on earth did she suddenly become so powerful?

Does uncle Yun's blood really wake up suddenly?

Fengyu grabs him and looks at him carefully. Then she laughs coldly and says, "Beiming Hao, you haven't weaned yet. After being wronged, you plan to find your family to vent your anger on you. How, as long as I do something to you today, you will go to complain with your father?"

She looked at him sarcastically and said contemptuously, "it's really a straw bag. You can only rely on your identity, but so what?"

She stretched her arm, picked up a fist sized stone from her foot, and weighed it in her hand. The weight was not bad. Although the distance between them was longer than when he hit her, the stone in her hand was bigger than the one that hit her. Therefore, it was fair, at least, not to lose.

"Ugly, what do you want to do?"

Beiming Hao looks at the stone swinging in front of him, and his whole body can't help a chill. He is shaking and screaming at Fengyu, which sounds very sad. Even his several followers can't help but hurry up and clench their fists one after another.

One of the disciples said, "sister Yun, calm down. Our boss is the prince. If something happens to him, can you bear it?"

"Yes, younger martial sister Yun," another disciple said anxiously, "if you hurt our boss, I'm afraid the general's house will be implicated because of you. You have to think clearly."

……

Fengyu narrowed her eyes and looked at them. What she said was half dissuasion and half threat. After a long time, she sneered and weighed the stone in her hand. Her voice was cold and said, "I, Yun Fengyu, offer my letter to treat him in his own way. He broke my head and I also broke his head. It's fair, isn't it?"

She looked at them coldly and said, "or do you want me to double it? If that's the case, then it's OK for people to bully me an inch and I'll pay him a foot. "

Several disciples are silly. They want to dispel Fengyu's idea of fighting Beiming Hao. They don't want her to double her claim. However, judging from the current situation, their dissuasion is not successful. On the contrary, it is counterproductive.

The disciples immediately shut up and anxiously looked at Fengyu. They didn't dare to talk any more. If Beiming Hao was punished more because of them, then they couldn't afford it."Miss Feng, the eleventh prince, what happened to you?"

At this time, a gentle voice sounded from above, and everyone looked at it one after another. Then they saw yuelingyan, a very beautiful girl, wearing the uniform of senior disciples, standing on the upper steps, looking at them in surprise.