The Queen of Phoenix is ​​demonic

Chapter 207 Slapping Your Face (1)

"what!"

The young man held the broken hand bone and screamed terribly.

The stick smashed his entire wrist, and his hand suddenly became a pig's hand. The pain caused him to hold his wrist and gasp, jumping up and down, trying to relieve the severe pain in his wrist.

"My hand! Ahhh...it hurts to death..."

Only then did Bai Jingcang and the others ease their expressions.

"Deserved!"

"Call him cheap!" Bai Yi and the others relieved their anger.

Bai Yingying approached Qin Zheng and said in a low voice, "Did you see that? Our master is not a soft-hearted woman. Whoever offends her will be considered unlucky for him."

Qin Zheng hummed.

But Third Master Zhuang and the second old man's face suddenly turned ugly. Although they felt a little ashamed when they saw the young man hitting his chest just now, they didn't make a sound.

Because of this, they didn't pay close attention to the blow just now, they just thought how could a little girl's stick hurt their legitimate son.

Unexpectedly, seeing him in such pain, both of them were startled.

However, this has not stopped.

The stick in Nihuang's hand swept across again, and a stick hit the crotch of the jumping guy.

"what!"

"Wow!"

"sky!"

"hiss!"

"Ok!"

Everyone gasped in unison.

The men around subconsciously clamped their legs, widened their eyes in horror, and trembled empathetically.

And the young man was hit by the stick and rolled directly to the ground, curled up and rolled back and forth in pain, his face was pale, he couldn't make a sound, and passed out after a while.

Master Zhuang's second, third, and others were all dumbfounded. Their young master is a top-ranking martial artist, and he is considered a high-level one in Xiyao. Why can't he stand up to a young girl who can't see through his abilities?
Looking at the young girl again, she was sleeping soundly in her white robe, her black hair was fluttering, her seemingly harmless face revealed a kind of wanton arrogance, and her whole body radiated with dignity and arrogance like an emperor.

Where is it that she is as gentle and harmless as a little white rabbit when I first met her, without aggressiveness?
"Hiss, this move is cruel enough! My ass hurts." Bai Yi turned pale, and whispered in his father's ear.

Bai Jingcang nodded, "Well, that's a good idea, this stick has no descendants."

Qin Zheng rarely moved his eyebrows, and silently looked away, but what does it mean that there is a dull pain in the crotch of a zombie?

Zombies don't have any desires anymore!

Bai Yingying gritted her teeth, approached Qin Zheng secretly, and muttered in a low voice, "Did you see it? I said the master should not be messed with, right?"

The master looked harmless and sweet, but he was more ruthless than their zombies.

"Chun'er, Chun'er!" The third master Zhuang rushed over in surprise, and helped the unconscious man up, only to find that one of his hand bones had been shattered and covered with blood, and the blood on his legs had also stained the whole body. crotch.

Seeing his heart tightening, he glared at Nihuang angrily, and shouted sharply: "You bitch! How dare you hurt my son!"

Nihuang raised her eyebrows and sneered, "It seems that your family education is very poor. From old to Xiaodou, you can't speak."

"This is my farmer's family business, why do you meddle in it! You even hurt my son, I won't let you go!"

"Oh? He asked for trouble, didn't you agree? Why? The skills are not as good as people's mouths? That's okay, since your ancestors didn't teach you how to speak and behave, then let your farmers teach you yourself!"

Qin Zheng immediately moved a chair over, Nihuang sat down, and handed over the stick: "Zhuang Wuhen, come here."

Bai Yi responded, took the stick, and glanced at the blood-stained head with distaste, "This is a dog-beating stick, and my sister really used it to a certain extent. If you dare to disrespect my sister, let me let you all try to beat her." The dog is awesome!"

Third Master Zhuang was furious, threw his son to the people around him, stood up awkwardly, pointed at Zhuang Wuhen and cursed, "You bastard, you want to bend your elbows, and you were confused by a witch, and you are fighting with your own family!" I will teach you a good lesson for your father today!"

Zhuang Sanye is a Jinxuan master, and Zhuang Wuhen is at best a martial artist.

But the second old man doesn't have this confidence anymore.

He was already eighty and had seen too many people, but he had never seen such a strange girl.

Unfathomable is unfathomable!
He just wanted to stop him, but Mr. Zhuang had already swung his arms towards Nihuang's face.

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