Zhao Fei waved the fan in his hand, clearly showing infinite pride and contempt.
"Zhao Fei, don't go too far!" A cold light flashed in the young demon emperor's cold eyes. This Zhao Fei, relying on his status as a young master, bullied men and domineering women everywhere, and would come to his own yard from time to time to feel proud.
If it weren't for his own body... the young demon emperor clenched his fists, how could he be laughed at like this. Thinking about it, the young demon emperor's eyes became sharper.
Zhao Fei, whose face turned a little pale after being looked at by the young demon king, thought that he was just facing a waste who had not made a breakthrough in the first level of physical training. He couldn't help but become a little angry: "Zhao Yu, you don't know what is good and what is good, I'm here for you."
I only call you brother because of my face. No one in the entire Zhao family knows that it is your unsatisfactory father who has brought shame to the Zhao family. You, a loser, are wasting the food of the Zhao family here, how can you continue to live with dignity!"
"What did you just say? Repeat it to me..." The young demon emperor lowered his head. He originally wanted to just let it go, but he didn't expect that this Zhao Fei dared to talk about his father.
There is no need to continue to tolerate it.
Zhao Fei didn't know that the young demon emperor had reached the limit of his patience, but he still said proudly: "I said you are the one who doesn't live up to expectations...ah!"
Before Zhao Fei could finish speaking, the young Demon King had poured all his strength into his right hand, tried his best to rush towards Zhao Fei, and punched Zhao Fei's nose.
Although the body of the young Demon King is extremely weak now, the years of hard training and the original state are not without effect. With the ability of Zhao Fei, a playboy with no knowledge and skills, it is not enough to escape. As expected, Zhao Fei
His eyes blurred as the young Demon King's fists enlarged in his eyes, and then there was a "click" sound like a break in his nose bones. Zhao Fei immediately covered his nose and rolled on the ground.
"Asshole! How dare you attack me! You loser! Wang Mazi! Rat! You guys teach him a lesson!" Zhao Fei was beaten and rolled on the ground for a while and finally stood up holding his bleeding nose.
stand up,
He roared at the young Demon King: "Beat me to death! This trash, it doesn't matter even if you beat him to death!"
"Yes!" Wang Mazi and Mouse Jing smiled conspiratorially, clasping their fingers as they thought about the young demon emperor approaching: "Master Zhao Yu? Bah! How dare a waste like you have the surname Zhao? What an insult to the Zhao family!
It would be very humiliating for us to be servants to someone like you..."
"What are you two talking about? Give me a good beating!" Zhao Fei's blood-stained face was filled with madness and ferociousness. And the originally clear blue sky suddenly began to have large dark clouds, and for a moment large dark clouds began to appear.
The flying sand and rocks made it almost impossible to keep one's eyes open.
The young demon king put up a posture and moved the iron fist to the side of the rat spirit with four or two strokes. The rat spirit instantly fell to the ground.
"Trash" Wang Mazi said "poof", took out his sword and slashed at the young demon emperor.
After the punch to Zhao Fei and the battle with the rat spirit just now, the young demon emperor's body has reached its limit. At this time, the young demon emperor focused all his strength on his hand holding the wooden sword in order to reduce the iron blow.
Sword damage.
As expected, the iron sword cut the wooden sword into two pieces.