"Crack, crack!"

As soon as Ye Feng entered the door, he heard the sound of weapons dancing inside.

Ye Feng looked over there and saw a figure dancing with a spear and sword in the wide area in the center of the pavilion.

This man Ye Feng knew was Nangong Lingshuang's cousin Xiao Jie. Yesterday, Xiao Jie even humiliated Ye Feng on the altar.

At this moment, what was in Xiao Jie's hand was a large sword, which brought out waves of strong wind as it danced.

Various weapons are displayed around Xiao Jie, among which a spear with a silver halo is particularly conspicuous.

"Gentian bright silver grab!"

Ye Feng's eyes flashed with excitement, and blood seemed to be stirring in his chest. It was the weapon his father had used. Seeing this gun was like meeting his biological father.

"It's you, Ye Feng!"

At this time, Xiao Jie discovered Ye Feng. He stopped what he was doing, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said coldly: "Didn't you, a loser, get thrown into the dungeon? Why did you suddenly come here? Are you looking for death?

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"You have to worry about all this nothingness. I just want to take what belongs to me and leave. Let's not go against each other."

Ye Feng didn't get angry. Time was precious and he didn't want to waste it with Xiao Jie.

With a sneer on his lips, Xiao Jie said: "Well water does not offend the river? What qualifications do you have, a loser, to negotiate terms with me? Even if I, Xiao Jie, kill you now, how can you resist?"

There was arrogance in Xiao Jie's voice, as if Ye Feng was already a fish on his chopping block and he could kill him whenever he wanted.

"Kill me? Did you kill me?"

Ye Feng said with a cold smile, his eyes showing contempt for dandy boys like Xiao Jie. Today, he is no longer what he used to be. How can Xiao Jie be able to bully him casually?

Xiao Jie looked at Ye Feng with sharp eyes and said, "How come I, Xiao Jie, can't kill such a waste?"
Chapter completed!