Prince Allure: Marry a Black-bellied Little Xianggong

Chapter 771 [Qian Qian Shang] Betting, confused, injured?
Looking at Qian Xia, she couldn't help being worried. What she was most afraid of was Leng Canyue's poison, or his subordinates plotting against him.

The figures of those two people were so fast that she felt dizzy.

Can't help but ask Hua Li beside him, "How long do you think it will take for him to defeat Leng Wanyue?"

In her heart, the one who won the victory was naturally Dugu Shang.

It's just that her words were still heard by Feng Feiyan, who looked at her mockingly, and said, "Do you think it was Dugu Shang who won? You know, the Canyue Sect can be the only one in the martial arts world, poisoning the world. Wushuang, but martial arts are not second-rate."

"Hmph, I just know that Dugu Shang will win, or else we can make a bet, as long as he wins, you and Leng Canyue will release everyone present, do you dare?"

Her words reached the ears of the two fighting in the arena, and Dugu Shang shook his head helplessly.

Instead, she would take the opportunity to raise conditions and ask them to let everyone go.

But now, I'm afraid it's not Feng Feiyan's decision.

Sure enough, after hearing these words, Leng Canyue became even more aggressive in her moves, a short and delicate blood flute pointed towards several dead spots on his body like a pen.

And Dugu Shang's soft sword is also extremely dexterous, it attacks only his weak points, underarms, behind knees, between wrists...

Feng Feiyan chuckled and said, "Why wouldn't I dare? But, what if you lose? I want you to cut off your own arm, are you willing?"

She dared to take the opportunity to raise conditions, how could she not mention them?

Qian Xia was taken aback, she didn't expect her to say that, Hua Li frowned and said, "I can't promise her."

"Why, you have no confidence in your son's martial arts?"

Feng Feiyan sneered, her voice was deliberately loud, and she stared thoughtfully at the two flying figures.

Sure enough, Dugu Shang's mind was disturbed for a while, and his moves were slowed down, and he was already stabbed in the ribs by the blood flute.

And that blood flute is not an ordinary thing, when Leng Canyue gets it, just press the hole of the flute a little, and a very thin needle will be blown out.

Dugu Shang snorted softly, stepped back quickly, stretched out his hand to cover the wound, and frowned.

(End of this chapter)