Leng Shuang listened, moved his lips, and finally said nothing but looked at Feng Jiu.
When Leng Hua heard that his sister was taken advantage of after going downstairs, his gentle face also became cold, but after hearing the words of their master, he couldn't help but smile.
"Go! Go outside and wait for us. There are some medicines. We can go back after the photo is taken." Feng Jiu said, motioning her to go out first.
Let her go out, not because of other reasons, but because she knew that the man from the family of men who was cut off by Leng Shuang should be coming soon. After all, this is an auction house, and she shouldn’t be too bad at others’ rules. Another one is to let Lengshuang handle this matter by himself.
"Yes." Leng Shuang responded and said to Leng Hua: "Take care of the master." He turned and walked out.
And outside, the middle-aged man who came together but didn't go in stood outside the door, listening to the unavoidable conversation from inside, the middle-aged man's mouth twitched.
What kind of master actually felt that it would be too cheap for him to break the other hand, so he should cut off the man's descendants again?What kind of master is this?Why is it so unreasonable to play cards?
Just thinking about it, the door opened, and the woman in black walked out from inside. After closing the door, she walked out without even looking at him.
Seeing this, he glanced at the closed door, and then quickly followed the woman in black to the first floor, until, after watching her walk out of the first floor, he stood still beside the auction house. , And then walked back.
As they expected, the man from the family of men quickly came with people and horses. The two leading the way pointed to the woman in black who was standing outside the auction house and shouted: "That's her! That's her!"
The headed middle-aged man looked forward with a cold gaze, his gaze fell on the woman dressed in black, and the murderous intent on his body suddenly shot out.
"Grab her for me! I'm going to chop off her hands to avenge my son!"
As soon as the voice containing spiritual energy came out, the four monks who followed quickly rushed forward, and the other monks formed a circle around them, preventing the woman from having a chance to escape.
Four figures swept over, reached out and buckled her shoulders, Leng Shuang squinted at those people, the figure flashed, and the black figure disappeared in place.
"Boom boom!"
The sound of kicking sounded, and the four cultivators who rushed forward slammed back. Everyone had a footprint on their chest. The dark energy entrained in that foot made them slow down for a while. After getting angry, they just moved, and the pain in their chest hit them, causing their faces to change drastically.
"Useless waste!" The middle-aged man in the lead yelled angrily. He cleaned and shot himself directly, reaching out to grip Lengshuang's throat: "I will kill you!"
When Leng Shuang watched the middle-aged man's murderous blow, his figure moved and kicked out again.
The middle-aged man saw that Leng Shuang was moving, and immediately drew back and fought with her. The two figures fought back and forth. After a while, the middle-aged man snorted and was hit. With a palm, he staggered back.
"you!"
The middle-aged man stared at Leng Shuang in disbelief, but saw that she had a cold face from beginning to end, and there was no mood swing. He was so angry that he was so angry.