Feng Jiu's gaze flicked over them. There were only 21 people. They seemed to be middle-aged, but in fact they were definitely more than 30 or 40 years old.
Among them, fifteen people are foundation-building cultivation bases, and the other six are golden core monks. Compared with those who have seen before, although these people are bloodthirsty, they are not as cruel as those before. , There is still a heavy smell of blood, and it is clear that there is no less life on his hands.
She nodded: "Since everyone is here, let's go!" She said, and walked into the city.
Of course, everyone who heard her words was stunned. One of them asked: "My son, they entered the Baisui Mountain, shall we not enter?"
"Don't go in." She said without stopping or looking back.
The people behind frowned and asked in a bad tone: "Then why don't we come in here?" Originally, they heard from the guardian that she had the ability, and it was the disciple of the palace lord who planned to follow. Look, it's just that.
Feng Jiu in front stopped and glanced back at the man: "Are you questioning me?"
Upon seeing this, Xiang Hua hurriedly said: "My son, Aqiang didn't mean that." He didn't have seen her kill anyone, nor had he seen her fierce appearance. Therefore, he knew that her majesty was inviolable. .
"I just want to ask, why didn't we go in? Didn't we come here to prevent them from killing people and forcibly occupying the land?" the middle-aged man asked in a deep voice, ignoring Xiang Hua's gesture.
"Presumptuous! The master's words to obey is, there are so many reasons!" Du Fan screamed, glaring at the middle-aged man named A Qiang.
"We heard from the protector that the son was only a disciple of the palace lord who came with him. It should be extraordinary to come to the son. However, I did not expect to be a little disappointed after seeing them. Is it because the son is afraid of seeing their crowds? They fought? If so, what do you say about rebuilding Tianyuan Palace? What do you say about rebuilding the reputation of Tianyuan Palace?"
Feng Jiu ignored him, but instead set his gaze on Xiang Hua: "Is this the person you brought?"
Hearing this, Xiang Hua lowered his head slightly: "I'm sorry, son." All explanations are pale. The more the distance is, the more the distance. At the moment, he stepped forward and kicked the middle-aged man. The man knelt down.
"Apologize to the son."
"Xiang Hufa, you let me go!" The middle-aged man struggled: "He is a kid and can't afford to kneel as me!"
When Xiang Hua approached them, he only told them that Feng Jiu was a disciple of Chu Batian, who was holding a Qingfeng sword. The others didn't tell them much. Therefore, they thought Feng Jiu was a man.
Seeing this scene, Feng Jiu smiled and motioned: "Let go of him."
Upon seeing this, Xiang Hua glanced at her, then let go of his hand and let the man stand up. Who knows, as soon as he stood up, he attacked Feng Jiu with a fist, screaming in his mouth: "I want to learn. How much have you inherited from the Palace Master!"
"Aqiang! You, stop!" Xiang Hua was shocked, but when he wanted to step forward, he let others hold it down.
"Guardian Xiang, just watch it! You said that you brought us to follow such a kid, so how come we have to see what he has. Such a person really deserves to hold a Qingfeng sword? Become our palace owner. ?"
"Yes, I also want to see how heavy he weighs."