The world's first crazy concubine

Chapter 63 Brilliant 1
After an unknown amount of time, Anyang Qing finally stopped.

Jinghong glanced at him coldly, his red lips slightly curled up.

"How is it? Anyang old man, are you done?"

The clear voice resounded throughout the venue, coupled with that cold face, it was even more frightening.

In this way, Anyang Qing's Chinese character face became even more gloomy.

He wanted to say something, but he heard Jinghong speak again, "Also, old man Anyang, you mistook the person, my aunt is not Anyang."

Their surname is not Anyang, not to mention that there is no real relationship between them, even if there is a real blood relationship, the only remaining relationship was completely cleared up two years ago.

"I really disdain the surname Anyang!"

These words did not give Anyang Qing any face.

At the same time, the audience was in an uproar.

After all, the Anyang family is also a big family. Why is this girl so crazy?
Anyang Qing's face was livid, and the next moment, he flew onto the stage.

"Little bastard, today, I will do justice for the heavens, except for you, the scourge!"

The green clothes all over her body were flying with the wind, Anyang Qing stared at Jinghong with wide eyes.

Hearing this, Jinghong lazily raised his eyelids, "Old thing? Are you sure you can touch me?"

Anyang Qing stomped her feet violently, and the entire arena vibrated, with endless killing intent all over her body.

The eighth level of profound strength... Although it is not as shocking as the tenth level, it is still very lethal.

I could only see the strong aura fluctuating around Anyang Qing, and the next moment a violent air flow shot directly at Jinghong.

A sneer slowly formed on the corner of Jinghong's lips.

In the eyes, there is a golden light overflowing.

An invisible aura enveloped her whole body.

strength……

This is a symbol of strength.

When Anyang Qing's strength shot towards Jinghong, the air flow returned directly.

Vigorously forcing Anyang Qing back a few steps.

Anyang Qing's face turned pale.

He raised his eyes, and there was a killing intent in them.

I didn't expect that after only seeing each other for two years, this girl has grown to such an extent. Now she is already so arrogant. If she is allowed to continue to develop, it will become a serious problem.

Thinking about it this way, Anyang Qing's complexion became even uglier.

The humiliation Jinghong gave to the Anyang family was too much, so Anyang Qing had to guard against...

On the other side, Jinghong raised his eyes coldly, and looked at An Yangqing whose eyes were flickering.

"Old man Anyang, I advise you not to be ashamed. Do you think that I am still at your disposal? Now, I want you to face everyone and apologize to me, otherwise, I will beat you to the bum!"

Jinghong's words pierced directly into Anyang Qing's eardrum.

How could Anyang Qing be willing to suffer such humiliation.

He is Anyang Hou.

In Dongjin, he is very respected as Marquis of Anyang.

How could he be willing to be threatened by a 15-year-old girl in front of everyone?

Thinking of this, he glared even more, "Arrogant little bastard, I have killed more people than you eat salt, die!"

After speaking, the murderous aura on his body became stronger and stronger.

The corners of Jinghong's lips twitched violently.

"That's because all the people you met before were useless, and you have the nerve to say so?"

After finishing speaking, a golden light shot out from the palm...

"Bang—" The two streams of air collided vigorously.

All around, countless dust splashes.

The people below had already calmed down, no more words, just quietly watching the duel on the stage.

A duel between masters!
Everyone's eyes widened, watching them carefully, only to see the duel, for fear of missing something.

The temperature on the stage has already gradually risen.

In just a moment, there was only a "bang" sound, and a golden light exploded.

Everywhere, dusty.

When the smoke cleared and everything was clearly seen, laughter erupted instantly from the audience.

On the side of the arena, Anyang Qing was standing in disgrace. At this moment, his clothes were completely torn.

All that was left was a pair of underpants.

A gust of wind blew, and Anyang Qing couldn't stop shivering.

His complexion was ashen.

"Little bastard, you're too much of a bully!" Anyang Qing was so angry that his beard turned up.

"Anyang old man, who is bullying too much? Didn't you say that I stole your Anyang family's secret book? What? You can't even deal with this little trick?" Jinghong sneered.

"Also, are you sure you still want to fight with me? The one that was torn just now was your clothes. If I use a little more force, the one that is torn apart will be yours!"

This is true.

If she really wanted to tear Anyang Qing apart just now, that's totally fine.

only……

Killing him like this would be too cheap for him.

What she has to do is to ruin Anyang Qing's reputation, and ruthlessly tear his mask of a hypocrite!

(End of this chapter)