Although Meng Yi's subordinates are not low in strength, in Yue Feng's eyes, they are not a threat at all.
However, Yue Feng did not show his true strength, but pretended to be scared, shouting and dodging in all directions.
"Oh, you want to bully the minority again, you are not a hero."
While dodging, Yue Feng kept moving things in front of him to block the steps of those waiting behind him. Tables, screens, chairs, and even ivory beds were all moved by Yue Feng.
"Ouch!"
A guy was about to catch Yue Feng, but he bumped his head against the table. He couldn't help but let out a howl, and squatted down, bowing like a shrimp.
"Ouch!"
"Ah...my eyes!"
In the next few minutes, the remaining people were either hit in the face by chairs or bumped into the ivory bed. In the end, they fell to the ground one by one with painful expressions and all lost their fighting ability.
Made!
Seeing this scene, Meng Yi almost exploded with anger. So many people surrounded one person, and instead of catching him, they were knocked down by him in this way. It was really embarrassing.
this...
At the same time, the queen's delicate body was trembling, and she looked at Yue Feng with eyes full of surprise.
So many people were knocked down by him using furniture. This must be such good luck.
In the queen's mind, Yue Feng was not as powerful as the Holy King, but he used furniture to defeat so many people. Apart from good luck, she really couldn't think of any other reason to explain it.
"You are looking for death!"
Finally, Meng Yi reacted, glared at Yue Feng, shouted angrily, and rushed over.
Ha ha...
Seeing that Meng Yi was completely irritated, Yue Feng smiled secretly, but had a panicked look on his face: "Oh, have you become angry from embarrassment?"
While shouting, Yue Feng increased his speed and led Meng Yi around the palace.
Just now, when Yue Feng was avoiding Meng Yi's men, he was pulling tables and chairs. It seemed casual, but he was actually deploying a formation.
At this time, the formation has been formed. As long as Meng Yi is trapped, don't think about it.
Meng Yi had no idea what the mystery was in these moving furniture, and he wanted to kill Yue Feng on the spot, but after chasing him for a while, he realized something was wrong. The distance between himself and the guy in front of him was obviously less than two meters.
But I couldn't catch up no matter what.
Moreover, the surrounding furniture seems to have spirituality and can change its position according to its own movements.
Time passed by minute by second, Meng Yi was so angry that he vomited blood, but he still couldn't catch Yue Feng!
call...
Seeing this scene, the queen standing there was also shocked!
She clearly saw that Yue Feng was being chased by Meng Yi and fled throughout the palace. He was in an unspeakable embarrassment, but Meng Yi couldn't catch him no matter what.
how so?
Meng Yi is the Holy Lord, and this man is just the Holy King. With such a huge disparity in strength between the two sides, Meng Yi should be able to catch him soon, but at this moment, he is tricking him around.
Who is he? Is he on the same team as the assassins outside?
But if he was an assassin, why would he help him deal with Meng Yi?
Thinking to herself, the queen frowned and stared at Yue Feng's figure, completely confused.
Soon, half an hour passed.
Meng Yi was sweating profusely, but he was still two meters behind Yue Feng.
"Your name is Meng Yi, right?"
At this moment, Yue Feng stopped and looked at Meng Yi with a smile, with a bit of teasing in his eyes: "Seeing as your status is not low, your strength is only average. You can't even catch a nobody like me. Why?
Want to be a king? Aren’t you afraid of being laughed at? Haha..."
