Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

  Du Feishuang snorted coldly, picked up the whip and coiled it in his hand, walked back to the master with a dark face, and asked for instructions bluntly.

   "The disciple's skills are not as good as other people's skills, which will embarrass the master, so I will go back to practice hard behind closed doors!"

   He will be the shame of today!

  Du Fei glared at Su Haitang viciously with his teeth clenched, the veins on the back of his hand popping out!

  Feng Qingning waved his hand with a displeased expression, barely suppressing his anger.

   "Don't think too much, go back and have a good rest and sum up your experience."

   As she said that, she turned her head and glanced at Mrs. Yu with a half-smile, and her eyes fell on the proud Su Haitang.

   "Senior Sister Yu, your apprentice is a teacher of art investment? It looks very eye-catching these two times."

  Although it is said that the martial arts world is not as particular as it used to be, the views of the martial arts still exist.

  Especially on occasions like today where you are officially accepting apprentices and inheriting the mantle, it is still a big taboo to lead an art caster, which is hard to say.

   "Uncle Master is joking." Su Haitang respectfully handed the spear back to her master, her breath still a little turbulent.

   "Haitang grew up in a poor mountain valley. Every day when she opened her eyes, she thought about how to fill her stomach. She had endless farm work; her family was so poor that she couldn't even afford to go to school. How could she have the spare time to learn skills."

   She glanced at Yan Fangqiong with a distressed face, and then smiled.

   "I'm a wild way. I can't lose too badly when I play on the spot, right? What if my master is disappointed in me and regrets not accepting me as an apprentice? I would like to thank senior sister for your mercy."

  Su Haitang once again threw her hands at Du Fei, who had an ugly face, with a sincere tone.

   "Just now with my senior sister, Haitang has benefited a lot, and I have one or two incomes. I would like to ask Feng Shishu to be right."

  Feng Qingning squinted her eyes and looked at her up and down, and she smiled in response to anger.

   "I haven't dared to challenge me in public for many years, but you are so brave, you deserve to be the favorite disciple of the Divine Lady! Then I will measure your weight and give you a few pointers for Senior Sister Yu!"

   Feng Qingning was about to get up, his eyes were cold and calm.

   Before Tulip could say anything to stop her, Su Haitang hurriedly clasped her fists respectfully.

   "Uncle Master misunderstood. Haitang is a late entry into school, and no matter how high the sky is, she would not dare to try to compete with Uncle Master."

  Feng Qingning raised his eyebrows and glanced sideways at Tulip, who was sitting in An Ran's seat.

  Tulip smiled back at her, so generous and graceful that Feng Qingning rolled her eyes in her heart.

  Pretend, in front of so many people, see how you can keep it up! Today's face, you are sure to lose!

  Su Haitang was not afraid of color, she was able to control her breathing while speaking, but the sweat from her cheeks continued to seep.

   She respectfully maintained a posture of stooping and saluting, and there was no reason for her behavior.

   "Haitang means that I just fought with Senior Sister Feishhuang, and I reluctantly learned a few tricks. I want to ask my uncle to give some advice. After all, the opportunity is rare."

   "You mean, you learned my Fengmen Kung Fu? Just because you just had a few tricks with Feishhuang?" Feng Qingning laughed angrily.

   "Hu blowing the air! If kung fu is so easy to learn, who needs to practice three-nine in winter and three-fu in summer? Watch the video of the game and become a master!"

  Du Feishuang listened to his master's mean ridicule, his face became even more ugly, and he called out to master in a low voice.

   "Sir, what are you talking about!" Feng Qingning frowned suddenly and scolded, seeing the expression of misery on his proud disciple's face, his heart thumped, and he cast a suspicious look.

  Du Feishuang smiled bitterly and nodded lightly.

  Although she had her own intentions ahead of the competition just now, but in front of Master and so many outsiders, and there were huge prizes waiting, Du Feishuang also put forth seven or eight points of effort and seriously wanted to win.

   But who knew that it was fine at the beginning, she easily pressed her opponent to fight, but the more she fought later, the more frightened she became, the more she fought, the more constrained her hands and feet became, stagnant and aggrieved!

   It's as if this Begonia can anticipate the enemy's opportunities, and can always evade her attacks clumsily and thrillingly! Ten percent attack!

How is this possible!

   Unless, this Haitang steals their kung fu!