He secretly cursed in his heart that the weasel was not kind to the chicken in paying New Year greetings. But he still pretended to be sincere: "How dare Nangong Feihong call Miss Huang directly. Miss Huang just calls her Feihong. But Nangong Feihong really doesn't dare to reach out...
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Nangong Yueyao was too lazy to talk to Nangong Feihong anymore, so she nodded and said: "Well Feihong, it is Murong Xiamo who will train Yueyao now. Xia Mo is going out today, so I'm afraid we will have to train first. Yueyao decided to do it first
Teach Feihong what to do today, and then start a fight. Is Feihong willing?"
Nangong Feihong lowered his head respectfully: "Everything is up to Miss Huang's arrangement."
Nangong Yueyao nodded with satisfaction, and then said to Nangong Feihong: "In that case, Feihong come with me..."
With that said, he took the lead and walked towards the training place.
Two black figures in the darkness flew towards the Demon Emperor's palace and Baron Nangong's mansion respectively. A cold light flashed in Nangong Yueyao's eyes. She had done enough on the surface, and the rest was up to her.
"Bend your legs slightly...feet parallel and shoulder width apart...exhale...inhale..."
Nangong Yueyao's voice was very soft, but to Nangong Feihong, it was "hypocrisy"!
Why?
Because, Nangong Yueyao's training is more cruel than Yu Murong Xiamo's. It takes a month to practice just such a movement to make the whole movement complete in one go. Nangong Yueyao said:
"It must all be done in the blink of an eye!"
"The devil's training!"
Nangong Feihong complained secretly, but did not dare to complain vocally. This was the order of His Majesty the Demon Emperor. He had no other choice but to obey. So he continued to practice.
"After that, you have to pour all your strength into your hands. This action still needs to be practiced countless times..."
Nangong Yueyao snickered secretly as she spoke. Nangong Feihong, you can't bear this little pain, how can you bear the revenge of me, Nangong Yueyao?
Thinking about it, Nangong Yueyao whipped Nangong Feihong's waist: "Strengthen your waist, don't relax!"
It was finally time to rest. Nangong Feihong couldn't help but rub the sore muscles on his body and the hot spots after being whipped with a whip, while gritting his teeth viciously. Nangong Yueyao, what you gave me today, I, Nangong Feihong, will definitely do it in the future.
Return it a hundredfold.
However, Nangong Yueyao was already smiling and said to Nangong Feihong: "Feihong, this training is over. The next step is fighting training. I wonder if Feihong has learned fighting?"
Nangong Feihong's eyes flashed coldly, this was a good opportunity for revenge. So he smiled and said:
"It is a tradition in the demon world that all women must learn some martial arts to defend themselves. Although Feihong is not talented, he still has the skills of a three-legged cat."
While thinking about it, a cold light flashed in his eyes. Nangong Yueyao, I don't believe that the short time you spent in the demon world can surpass my years of hard training.
Nangong Yueyao smiled slightly: "I don't know if Yueyao is too strict, but I hope Feihong understands. Only by being strict can you have real kung fu..."
Nangong Yueyao smiled coldly in her heart. Nangong Feihong, don't think that I, Nangong Yueyao, don't know what you are planning. Your fancy tricks and embroidered legs are not at the same level as what I learned on the battlefield of life and death.
Nangong Fei gritted his teeth angrily, but still smiled and said: "Miss Huang is serious. You should be strict."
No more gossiping, the two of them stood at attention, and the fighting training began. Nangong Feihong slapped Nangong Yueyao's chest with a red palm, and he went straight into the middle of the palace and hit the vital point.