"Senior Sister Mingyue, let me handle them. Rude people do not understand soft language." Feng Yun came forward and said.
Zhao Mingyue about to stop Feng Yun but the disciples of the yellow mountain clan spoken before her, "Hey, whose dog is this?"
The young man from the yellow mountain clan looked at Feng Yun with hostility who come out of nowhere to interfere in his matter.
"Let's solve this matter by a fist in a manly way, I have heard the disciple of the yellow mountain clan has a strong physique, I wanted to try it myself." Feng Yun stepped forward and said with a grin.
The disciples of the yellow mountain clan were stunned by his words and laughed disdainfully. He looked at Feng Yun like they were looking at an idiot.