Not surprisingly, the red leaves also fell under the spicy fragrance of chili peppers. I couldn't help but drink a few glasses of wine with those younger brothers.

People who practice martial arts mostly like to drink some wine.

"I heard that a few younger brothers have only recently learned martial arts, and my sister has stayed here these days, and it's good to teach a few younger brothers to practice martial arts."

After eating, everyone sat together and chatted, and Momiji suddenly spoke.

"That's great."

Feng Chenyi was the first to speak, he had heard his little sister say before, this sister was an eight-rank martial artist, and he had long wanted to understand it.

After eating, Momiji followed Feng Jiuyou back to her courtyard.

"Youyou, I really envy you for having so many families." Momiji is really envious.

"You don't have that now."

"Oh, yes. Sister, I also have relatives now. Thinking of the loving face of the old lady Feng, Momiji's heart couldn't help but warm.

Her parents died when she was a child, and she didn't have any brothers or sisters or anything, and she was often bullied by others, only that stupid man would always protect her.

Thinking of this, she became sad again.

"Hurry back, I haven't seen the clothes you sent, and I don't know how, if I'm not satisfied, I'll return them."

Feng Jiuyou, such a keen person, immediately noticed the change in Momiji's mood and immediately spoke.

"I can't trust my sister, my sister has made several things herself."

Momiji pretended to be angry and said.

The clothes that Hongye brought were naturally well-made, and Feng Jiuyou was very satisfied.

Hongye is also a resolute master, and the next day, he called Feng Chenyi and his brothers to the martial arts training ground.

"Looks like you're all looking forward to it." Momiji looked at the dozens of people standing neatly in front of him, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Sister, I'm idle anyway, just let the younger brothers see how powerful my sister is." Feng Chenyi said with a smile.

It is harder to expect his brothers to speak than to ascend to the sky.

All of them look serious, and they don't know what they want to come to fight.

"Chen Yi is right, it's you, it's not to see how powerful my sister is. Wait a minute, don't cry. ”

Feng Jiuyou couldn't help but chuckle out loud when he heard this.

"Little sister, what are you laughing at?" Feng Chenyi was not happy.

"It's nothing, come on, third brother, I'm optimistic about you."

"Third uncle, come on, we are also optimistic about you." Feng Jiuyou's nephews also followed suit.

"You bunnies, what are you fooling about. Do you also want to practice with the third uncle? ”

Feng Chenyi glanced at the nephews, and then walked to the competition platform and took his usual sword.

"Sister, where's your weapon?" Feng Chenyi saw the martial arts platform on Red Leaves' empty hands, and couldn't help but ask.

"Here's it."

Momiji patted his waist, and a strip of red silk flew out. It seems to have spirituality, surrounding the body of the autumn leaves.

Feng Jiuyou's eyes flashed, and it was the first time she had seen Momiji's weapon, but she didn't expect it to be a red aya.

"Sister, your weapon won't be this red silk, I won't break it with a sword." Feng Chenyi asked uncertainly.

"Don't underestimate this red silk, it's been with me for ten years."

Momiji touched the red silk and said with some nostalgia.

"Okay, then you're welcome."

If he got the right word, Feng Chenyi carried his sword, mobilized his internal force, and attacked towards the red leaves.

Momiji easily dodged it. Due to inertia, Feng Chenyi almost rushed out of the competition platform.

"Are you underestimating the gap between the eighth and seventh grades?" Momiji laughed.

Feng Chenyi's face flushed, he really thought so, isn't it just a difference?