Chapter 870

There is an antique screen between the door of the room and the bed. Only a rough figure can be seen through the screen.

"Why is she here?" Shen Feng secretly complains. He just straightened out yueshan'er and another one came.

Red tea looked at the figure behind the screen, smiled on his face and walked directly over.

Yueshan'er has just printed that Shen Feng wants to help him hide it. In order to prevent red tea from seeing the clue, she quickly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. It happened that this scene was seen by red tea, and there is an undiminished tooth print on Shen Feng's neck.

Red tea thought that Shen Feng was bullying Yue Shaner. She was happy, and her face immediately became very cold: "sister Shaner, is this heartless bullying you?"

With that, she strode over and protected yueshan'er behind her.

They didn't know each other at first, but after these two days of getting along, they became familiar with each other and had a very good relationship, which can be seen from the names between them.

Yueshan'er hesitated. She wanted to hide it for Shen Feng, but she didn't know what to say.

"Don't be afraid. If he bullies you, my sister will decide for you." Tea continued.

"Yes, he bullied me, and he wanted to..." Yue Shaner said, her eyes red again, tears swirling in the corners of her eyes, and pointed to the bed. Everything is self-evident.

"I......" although Shen Feng is unable to argue, he doesn't argue anything now. Fortunately, let her go. Anyway, the fewer people know the secret, the better. This is also good for them. He will carry the black pot of "adulterous thieves".

"Shen Feng, how can you be your sister for so many months? She's still young." Black tea eyebrows wrinkled tightly.

"Little? She's not much younger than you, is she? " Shen Feng said, glancing at the chest of red tea with his eyes.

Tea looked at him, looked at himself, his face turned red for a moment, and he also understood what she meant.

"You..." when she was about to say something, Yue Shaner quickly rounded up the scene and said, "sister Hong, don't blame him. I don't blame him either."

Since Yue Shaner said so, red tea didn't say much. She also knew Shen Feng's character. Although he was bad, it wasn't his style.

"Since sister Yue says she's okay, I'll spare you for the time being. Sister Yue, let's go." Red tea took yueshan'er's hand and walked directly outside.

In fact, yueshan'er was still reluctant. She looked at Shen Feng reluctantly and had to leave with red tea.

"I can finally have a good sleep this time." Shen Feng took up the clothes on his right arm and looked at the black blood flowing in the blood light.

Then lie in bed and sleep until dawn

At dawn, the competition field was lively again, and the second round of the knockout was in the second half.

"Dragon group Zhang Yong, fight against flying knife door Yan Fei." A voice came from the challenge arena.

When the voice fell, Zhang Yong with gold wire glasses jumped into the challenge arena. He came back from Zhangjia overnight. He just looked a little haggard. He didn't know what had happened. The whole person didn't have the kind of cynicism in the past.

His opponent is a 30-year-old man with very sharp eyes. Like Li Yuzhou, he comes from the Throwing Knife Gate and is also a sect gate that can not be underestimated.

"Dong!" With the sound of the Gong, the game officially began.

When the Gong fell, Yan Fei's body immediately withdrew seven or eight steps backward and opened a distance with Zhang Yong. After all, he is good at throwing knives. Only by opening a distance can he show his long-range advantage.

Zhang Yong watched Yanfei retreat. His expression was still very indifferent. He just made a ready posture. All his reactions were half a beat slow.

Yanfei didn't know the situation here. He didn't rush to attack, but turned around a few times and found that Zhang Yong was full of flaws.

"Did he set a trap and deliberately sell the flaw to me?" Yan Fei said in his heart.

After almost two minutes, they looked at each other. No one started. The people under the stage were a little impatient.

"Hurry up, you even fight." I don't know who shouted in the stands.

When someone makes a sound, naturally someone agrees. The voices under the stage rise one after another. Yan Fei's eyes sink. The edge in his hand is cold, and a flying knife is thrown out, directly attacking Zhang Yong's chest.

Zhang Yong watched the throwing knife attack, turned his body and avoided his attack, but the clothes on his chest were slightly damaged.

Yan Fei saw this and immediately increased his confidence. Several throwing knives appeared in his hands at the same time, and then went towards Zhang Yongfei at the same time.

"Brush..." Zhang Yong's chest, shoulders and abdomen were locked by the Throwing Knife in an instant.

Although Zhang Yong is not in a state today, he can also feel the approaching danger, "whoosh......" the silver needle in his hand flashed, and several silver needles came out at the same time and hit with the throwing knife.

"Bang Bang..." there was a clear sound. All the throwing knives were missed and fell around Zhang Yong.

The power of the silver needle is obviously not as good as that of the Throwing Knife, but the function of the silver needle is just to hit the running track of the throwing knife and prevent the throwing knife from hurting yourself. This is enough.

The audience watched the two fight, and their emotions were ignited again, and Zhang Yong gradually entered the state.

The battle between the two is completely carried out at a distance of more than 20 meters. You come and I will not give in to each other

When Yan Fei threw out a throwing knife, he took the initiative to approach Zhang Yong with another Throwing Knife, because the throwing knife he carried was limited, and the space occupied by the throwing knife was obviously much larger than that of the silver needle. His weapon consumption was also faster than that of Zhang Yong, so he had to take close combat to make up for this defect.

Zhang Yong looked at each other and threw out a few silver needles again to open the distance.

"Bang Bang..." all the silver needles were hit by the flying knife in Yanfei's hand, and then approached Zhang Yong again, so that he had to fight close.

Zhang Yong is not good at close combat, and his internal Qi cultivation is far inferior to the other party. He can only use the ancestral acupuncture of Zhang Jia to deal with it.

"Cloud needle!" Zhang Yong gave a low cry. The silver needle in his hand was sharp and exposed, and directly plunged into the air sea of his opponent's chest. If the needle was stabbed, the battle would basically be over.

"Get out of here!" Yan Fei whispered, and the flying knife between his fingers flew out, "bang!" With a sound of, he flew the silver needle stabbed by Zhang Yong, and then slapped Zhang Yong on the chest.

Zhang Yong was pushed back for seven or eight meters before he stopped, and he felt his breath suffocating in his chest, his throat sweet, and a trace of blood seeping from the corners of his mouth.