Chapter 1257: The Mighty Pill Sect of Sorrow (1)
"Well," Feng Rutian smiled lightly, "Originally, I didn't think about finding the Divine Medicine Sect so quickly, since you plan to harbor Concubine Qin, then at that time, I will go there in person, as for now, ......"
The young man's heart was in a panic, but his face was no longer revealed, and he gritted his teeth fiercely: "What do you want to do now?" ”
"You let Concubine Qin go, then leave you alone."
Airplanes!
The giant cauldron was excited, and the young man could feel the saliva of this pot, and he wanted to rush down and swallow him in one gulp.
"I ...... I'm from the Divine Medicine Sect......" The young man stepped back in panic.
Before he could find a chance to escape, Wu Yu was already blocking behind him, leaving him with no way to retreat.
The eyes of the rest of the people were also stunned, although Feng Rutian's subordinates had a high-level Saint Martial Artist, but the Divine Medicine Sect could not fall in the mainland for many years, and the foundation was not ordinarily powerful.
If the wind is like a tilt and the Divine Medicine Sect resists hard, there will be no good end.
But......
When everyone saw the huge cauldron hovering above Feng Ruqiu's head, they fell silent again.
No one knows what the strength of this pot is, but he can make a high-ranking saint martial artist surrender like a wind, presumably his strength ...... It is beyond the imagination of the world, if there is it, maybe the wind is like a dump and has the ability to resist the Divine Medicine Sect......
"Little pot, give him to me." The windy gaze swept over the young man's face, and he said expressionlessly.
The giant cauldron buzzed, as if it was a little puzzled.
The master doesn't want to turn this human into a slave?
"I don't lack thugs now, but my mother's Fengyun Mansion should lack a toilet sweeper, you scrap one of his arms, and then throw it away to clean the toilet for Fengyun Mansion."
Hiss!
Everyone couldn't help but gasp.
This young man's strength is not as good as Wu Yu, but he is also a holy warrior, let a holy warrior clean the toilet? This is too tyrannical.
What a waste!
The corners of Old Man Mu's eyes twitched, and his complaining eyes stared at the wind.
You don't lack thugs, but I don't need you to give them to me.
The guy is also a holy martial artist, and it doesn't look low in the level of the Divine Medicine Sect, you let him clean the latrine?
"Tilt, there is no shortage of people cleaning the latrines in Fengyun Mansion."
Nalan Yan's smile was shallow and moving.
The young man had just had time to breathe a sigh of relief, but who knew that the sound of Nalan smoke sounded again.
"There is no shortage of Fengyun Mansion, but compared to the General's Mansion, there is a lack of people to clean the latrines, otherwise, you can throw him to the General's Mansion to your grandfather, and let your grandfather arrange him."
Nalan Yan said so, and it was not good for the wind to forcibly stuff people to Fengyun Mansion.
Her fingers caressed her chin, and she smiled: "What the queen mother said is right, it is best to let grandpa arrange him, but this is also a holy warrior, in addition to being able to clean the latrine, he can also train soldiers for our Nalan family, and the Predator Army also needs such a person to train." ”
The capable work hard, and finally caught a holy martial artist she didn't need, so she had to let him play the last role.
When the young man heard these people arrange him clearly in a few words, his heart suddenly shuddered, as if he were in hell.
Sect Master, these people are terrible, I want to go home......
No matter how the young man left tears of grievance and hatred, these people in front of him did not have the slightest pity.