"Afraid?"

Jun Wujie frowned slightly, with a little contempt in his eyebrows, those purple-gold charming eyes, looked down at Feng Jiuli condescendingly, and slowly spoke: "It's up to you?" Dare to compete with this king? ”

"It's up to me!"

Feng Jiuli replied loudly, she straightened her waist, raised her head high, met his gaze, and said word by word: "If I win, our previous grievances will be written off, if I lose, what will I do with you?" ”

"Oh?" Jun Wujie was a little interested at this time, and his eyebrows raised slightly.

After returning to the palace during the day, Sang Tian sent the information on Feng Jiuli's life to him.

He is curious now, what tricks will a gentleman who specializes in bullying women and men on weekdays, eating, drinking and having fun still be a natural waste!

"What? Don't you dare? Seeing that Jun Wuju didn't agree immediately, Feng Jiuli said excitedly again.

"Haha!" Jun Wuji suddenly burst out laughing, and his laughter was full of domineering and awe-inspiring.

After that, he looked down at Feng Jiuli, his thick eyebrows raised slightly, and his thin lips pulled out a wanton arc, "Say, how do you want to compare?" ”

"You don't need internal strength, only external strength, if you use it, even if you admit defeat!" Feng Jiuli turned her head slightly, resisting her impulse to be a nymphomaniac, and didn't look at Jun Wujue's handsome and uncast face.

She didn't believe that in her previous life, she couldn't win against an ancient, with such advanced and systematic fighting knowledge and so hard years of special training!

"Ahem-cough-ahem-"

As soon as Feng Jiuli finished speaking, Zhai Yao on the side almost choked on his own saliva and coughed repeatedly.

He heard it right, this Young Master Feng, is it really insane? Or did you take the wrong medicine?

He actually wants to compete with the Nine Kings? Than fist and foot kung fu?

The Nine Kings fell just now, but it was just a moment of ignorance, because the Nine Kings didn't expect her to dare to do it at all.

Don't talk about others, just say that the prince of Qianguo has a shadow, in order to win the Nine Kings, it is more than ten years of hard training in hand-to-hand combat!

But despite this, which battle was not beaten by the Nine Kings and cried for his father?

A gentleman who only knows how to spend time and drink dares to provoke the Nine Kings, it is really ......

What to do?

Zhai Yao suddenly felt that Feng Jiuli was so pitiful at this time......

However, before he finished his silent mourning, Feng Jiuli had already begun to attack after seeing Jun Wuji nodding.

Her figure flashed, her hands clenched into claws, and she slammed straight at the door of Jun Wuji, and her movements were so rapid that people couldn't see her figure clearly.

Jun Wujue on the other side was motionless, his hands behind his back, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his lips.

Just when Feng Jiuli's hand was only an inch away from his vein, he suddenly moved.

He grabbed it so casually, and grabbed Feng Jiuli's wrist in his big palm, making her unable to move.

What?

Feng Jiuli's eyes widened suddenly, unbelievable at all!

In her previous life, her attack speed was the most famous in the organization, even if she was a master who had taught her for many years, at most she could only dodge, instead of grabbing her arm directly!

But now, the attack speed she was so proud of was useless in front of him?

He caught her so simply?

However, the consternation was only for a moment.

She hadn't forgotten the bet she had made.

She can't lose, and she can't afford to lose!

In the next second, her knees quickly pushed towards Jun Wuji's crotch, and when Jun Wuji was distracted, her wrist suddenly flipped over, flexibly breaking away from Jun Wuji's clamps.