Watching the scene unfold from the spectator seats, Hua Wuyin's face showed a bit of surprise, but Lan Yueliang beside her smiled. She elegantly picked up the Red Sand Wine Glass, stood up, slightly parted her red lips, and took a sip.
"Duan Daofeng is really hiding," Lan Yueliang murmured with a charming smile.
"What are you doing?" Teng Feihu grasped his aching wrist with his left hand, his expression changing a bit, and asked fiercely.
Qin Feng looked at him lightly, then unhurriedly said, "What skills? I only have five little troubles to deal with you. Do I need to use Kung Fu?"
Even with such contempt for himself, with a slight tremor of the tiger face, gritting his teeth mixed with anger, he once again charged at Qin Feng.
Qin Feng remained as leisurely as ever, slightly squinting his eyes as he watched the approaching Feihu. The corners of his mouth slowly curved into a cool arc.
Suddenly, Qin Feng moved!
