She retracted her gaze, turned to the steward of the underground market on the other side, and asked: "You are in charge of this?"
The steward was drinking tea. He heard the sound unexpectedly. He raised his head and glanced up and saw that the young man had a handsome and good temperament. Then he put down the tea cup in his hand and smiled and asked, "The goods here are all under my control. A servant? What do you want? I can have someone introduce him to the son."
Feng Jiu glanced at him and said, "The little fat guy who just sent me, watch me a little bit more, don't kill people and maimed them."
Hearing this, the steward's smile narrowed, looked up and down at him, and asked, "What do you mean by this son?"
"Do you not understand? He, my person, I want to use your hand to teach him a lesson, but don't kill or mutilate people. This time, do you understand?"
"Hahaha, the son is really joking. The goods here are all bought with money. I just bought a little fat man, but how can I say he is the son of the man? Besides, the little fat man, we are Keep the ones that are useful, buy back three hundred silver coins, and sell more than three hundred silver coins."
Feng Jiu curled her lips: "You are not the one who made the decision here, go! Call out your chief."
When he heard this, he became displeased, and his face became gloomy: "Where is the kid? Don't look at what this place is, dare to come here to make trouble? Come on! Get him out!"
"Get out!"
The four monks stepped forward, and one of them stepped forward and tried to drag Feng Jiu out by his collar. Unexpectedly, the young man raised his eyes lazily, and his cold eyes contained pressure. The strong man’s aura and coercion spread in an instant, causing the monk to feel only a murderous aura. The cold and fearful tremor surged from the soles of his feet and reached his heart. The strong impact and coercion made his heart. While trembling, cold sweat oozes from his forehead, his legs soften, and he sits down with a bang.
All the people present were monks, among them there were two foundation-building monks. Even the steward was a monk in the middle of foundation-building. They were shocked when they saw the pressure released by the red-clothed boy. Confounded.
How could a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy have such terrible coercion and momentum?What is the origin of this boy?
"You, who are you?" The steward knew that the other party was extraordinary, and didn't dare to fight hard, so he could only ask in a trembling voice.A Jindan monk is not terrible.
However, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old golden core monk was extremely terrifying, so what kind of talent would he have to cultivate at the age of sixteen or seven?
Feng Jiu glanced at him lazily, and his casual voice was cold: "You are not qualified to know."
If he heard this just now, the steward would definitely curse, but at this moment, seeing that he didn't even have a hand, he caused a foundation-building monk to sit on the ground with his legs soft, and he didn't dare to be a little scornful. And dissatisfaction.
This world is like this. You have shown great strength, and you can naturally get the courtesy and respect of others. As for the weak, no one will look at him.
"This young man, please, I will invite our president." The steward wiped away his cold sweat, bent over to lead the way, and led Feng Jiu to the inside living room.