The little doctor concubine is a little poisonous

Chapter 1240 Strength Taunt
To her, it doesn't make any difference whether these people are on the competition stage now or they will be on the competition stage later, they will all end up lying at her feet anyway.

"Young master, don't say that we have too many people to bully few people. If you want to blame, you can only blame your own bad luck!"

Feng Zhuo looked at the man in black robe who spoke, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

"Then, for the sake of the number of you, how about giving me a few hundred moves?"

The scene suddenly fell silent.

Give you a few hundred tricks?
Why don't you just let us take the initiative to admit defeat?
"Young master's mentality is really good. It's a time like this, and you still like to tell jokes so much. However, since you have few people, we can give you three tricks!"

"That's what you said! Don't slap yourself in the face later!" Feng Zhuo bent his beautiful eyes, and with a faint smile on his face, the people present felt that everything in the world was lost. up the color.

The black-robed man subconsciously swallowed his saliva, feeling the faint agitation rising from the bottom of his heart, his eyes flashed sinister, "Don't worry, young master, I, the people of Chiyang Palace, have always followed my word!"

"Then I will make a move!" Feng Zhuo drew his sword.

With the appearance of the long sword, there was a faint vibration in the air.

When her spiritual power poured in, the fierce sword energy released from the long sword burst the air, making a "crackling" sound.

There was a sound of panting all around, and many people stood up from their seats, staring at the long sword in her hand passionately.

What kind of magic weapon is this?
There is such a powerful power.

Among the refiners in the Zhongming Continent, besides Master Nan, who else can refine this magical weapon?
As for Zhongming Continent, who has the face to ask Master Nan to refine weapons?
This little son... is he really the male favorite of the Lord of the Hairpin Hall?

He is so handsome, Yushu Lanzhi, with such a temperament and demeanor, can he really be a male favourite?

"Good sword!" The man in black yelled subconsciously, he looked at Feng Zhuo, and said, "Young master, if you give me this sword, I will immediately jump off the competition stage and take the initiative to admit defeat, how about it?"

Behind the many families in the Zhongming Continent, there are all souls standing.

However, when those families seek the protection of the soul clan, it is only necessary for a group of direct descendants of the family to directly enter the soul clan.

It was the first case of the Yun family sending someone from the soul clan to be the head of the house.

However, there is only one Patriarch of the Yun Family, but the Soul Clan sent him and Chi Xiong, obviously one of them was going to be eliminated.

His strength is not as good as Chixiong's, so he might as well get some sweets, so he quit voluntarily.

Anyway, with Chixiong around, it doesn't matter if he takes the initiative to admit defeat.

"Want my sword?" Feng Zhuo's wrist deflected, the long sword cut through the air, reflecting a dazzling light in the sun.

The eyes of those who watched were fiery.

They also want to shout.

As long as you are willing to give us the long sword, we can also take the initiative to admit defeat.

"Can you tell me, how did your wishful thinking ability reach such a high level?" Feng Zhuo asked calmly.

This is the mockery of strength!

Many people present sat back silently.

They were also dazzled by the magic weapon.

The position of the head of the Yun Family is optional.

But the sharp weapon of the magic weapon is a treasure that the poor can't get in his whole life.

Only a fool would give it away for the sake of being the head of the Yun family.

(End of this chapter)