Huahua is now a junior master at the seventh level of Huang Realm. With her strength, she can be considered a good master even among ordinary people in the martial arts world.
Although these powerful men were all strong, their strength was far inferior to hers.
Huahua seemed to be a weak woman with no strength, but after these big men fought with her, they were all beaten away by Huahua with three punches and two kicks.
"Hehe, they said they were Qinghe Double Dragons, but I see you are basically Qinghe Double Dragons." Huahua's skills were very sharp, and she quickly beat these guys until they were crying for their fathers and mothers. Some of the unlucky ones were even killed.
He was beaten so hard that he fell down the stairs and broke his thigh.
Huahua looked at the villains who were beaten until they slept all over the floor, and laughed, like a victorious general.
However, she was quite measured in what she did. The most she could do was cut off her hands, but not kill anyone.
"Hehe, it's really nice to have a fight after dinner." Huahua clapped her hands and prepared to sit back.
The whole room was filled with wounds and screams, while other unrelated diners walked and ran away.
But at this time, a young boy came to the table where they were staring, holding a steamed chicken in his hands, and nervously looked at the huge white tiger in front of Murong Feixue.
"Girl, you, your chicken." Huahua said strangely: "We don't have anything to eat."
Murong Feixue, who was feeding the white tiger with meat bones, suddenly felt something was wrong and turned to look at the young man.
This young man was too frightened to say a word because of the majesty of the white tiger. When Murong Feixue looked over, his head lowered.
"Here, this is what an old man over there ordered for the two girls." Murong Feixue, Huahua and Baihu couldn't help but look in that direction.
In the midst of the crowd, a young man in ordinary clothes was sitting at a table. Murong Feixue and Murong Feixue had not even noticed his presence before.
Seeing Murong Feixue looking at them, the man raised his head and smiled faintly at them.
Suddenly, Murong Feixue hit the young man holding the steamed chicken in front of him with his palm.
The young man screamed and was swept away by her palm. He hit the door wall and vomited blood.
The steamed chicken fell on the table and rolled into the leftover soup they had just eaten.
Murong Feixue looked at the young man who was knocked out by him with some surprise and some doubts.
She clearly felt a murderous intent emanating from this young man just now. How could he be so vulnerable?
Could it be that my judgment was wrong?
Murong Feixue felt a little regretful. She would feel bad if she injured such an innocent child because of her own error in judgment.
Murong Feixue was very careful, but she still didn't notice the smile on the lips of the young man sitting opposite, or the slight smoke caused by the steamed chicken falling into the soup.
The dishes that were served before, Murong Feixue, have been carefully inspected and are not poisonous. This steamed chicken is also not poisonous, but when they are mixed together, they produce an inextricable poison.
poison.
In just a moment, Murong Feixue felt that her body was a little soft. The next moment, when Murong Feixue realized that something was wrong, Huahua had already fallen softly, and the moaning guys around him also fell asleep weakly.
On the ground, it seemed that he had no strength at all.
