He then assumes a standard military boxing stance, ready for battle.
The young man tousled his hair, wielded a stick, and sneered, "This lady was once a soldier? I've never tasted a woman like that before, lucky me."
"Buzz off!"
Jiang Xinying sprung forward, her foot thrusting fiercely towards the youth!
With this kick, she felt confident she would incapacitate her opponent!
But, to her surprise, the young man caught her by the ankle.
"Beauty, you're too violent. Unless it's in bed, there I wouldn't mind. Men love wild women, you know!"
As he spoke, he lewdly leered at Jiang Xinying's heaving chest, yearning to bury himself in it immediately!
Jiang Xinying's face turned pale. Had her sweep of the leg actually been caught by him?
How is that possible?
This kick of hers had been able to defeat nine out of ten men back in the army barracks.
Jiang Xinying was puzzled while Ren Feifan had perfectly understood.
This young man was simply a cultivator.
