Chapter 12 Duel!
Dugu Xingye raised her eyebrows, is this little girl trying to do it herself?
But Feng Jing's action to stop Dugu Xingye fell into Feng Zhimiao's eyes, but it became the embrace of a male god who was not allowed to throw her into her arms.
This bitch, what the male god wants, she can control it!
If it weren't for the male god, she would have killed this bitch Feng Jing!
Feng Zhimiao didn't know that Feng Jing's actions could be regarded as indirectly saving Feng Zhimiao's life.
Dugu Xingye is the same as Feng Jing, if he doesn't make a move, he will kill him once he makes a move!
Feng Jing is speechless, this Feng Zhimiao is really a tree without bark, she will definitely die, a shameless person, invincible in the world!
Isn't Feng Zhimiao a love dress? Then she will have a wonderful chance...
Feng Jing kicked Feng Zhimiao's abdomen, who was facing Dugu Xingye, "What are you, why can't Miss Ben scold you?"
"you..."
Ignoring Feng Zhimiao's unbelievable expression, Feng Jing was expressionless, and said, "Is it swollen? It doesn't feel good to see Miss Ben? Do you have the ability to single out!"
She just wanted to make Feng Zhimiao unhappy!
This waste material is swollen today, not only dare to scold her, but also dare to beat her, she must make Feng Jing pay the price!
"Okay, Miss Ben accepts your challenge!"
Since this bitch is so ignorant of life and death, she can't blame her for being cruel...
Feng Jing provokes an intoxicating smile, "It's just boring to try, just add some more bets. If you lose, give me back what my father left me."
"Okay! If you lose, run around the imperial capital three times naked! You have to let the man choose his own way, and don't stop him!"
Hatred flashed in Feng Zhimiao's eyes, she was determined to win this competition, so why not add some bets?
As long as she defeats Feng Jing, this waste, the male god will definitely choose her!
"Okay, but since you have two conditions, I'll add another one. Likewise, if you lose, you will run around the capital three times naked."
Feng Jing sneered in her heart, wanting her to make a fool of herself? Then pay for it...
Dugu Xingye frowned, his eyes narrowed slightly, and those inky black eyes released a dangerous light, did the little girl actually agree so easily...
Feng Zhimiao answered without hesitation, "Okay!" In the next moment, a circular light flashed between Feng Zhimiao's eyebrows, and a big circle appeared under her feet. That is where Feng Zhimiao stood.
According to Feng Jing's memory, the circle between the eyebrows indicates the rank, and the number of swords under his feet is the rank. Therefore, Feng Zhimiao is a third-rank spiritual master! ?
The melon-eating crowd consciously gave up a large space and gathered around to watch, Feng Jing stepped forward and stood opposite Feng Zhimiao.
Seeing that Feng Jing actually stepped forward to fight, the melon eaters fell into a brief sluggishness, and then there were endless discussions.
"My God, Feng Jing actually dared to fight? I thought she was just talking."
"A waste material and challenge a third-rank spiritual man, is she courting death?"
"She won't be frightened, will she?"
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In the midst of this hustle and bustle, the competition between Feng Jing and Feng Zhimiao also kicked off a gorgeous prelude...
Feng Zhimiao blasted a fireball technique towards Feng Jing, but Feng Jing remained motionless.
Dugu Xingye frowned, why is it the same as last time...
Could it be...
But even if Feng Jing really didn't move, he still had a way to attack Feng Jing in Feng Zhi Miao so that he wouldn't be hurt in the slightest.
In this case, he will see what the hell this little girl is doing.