Ning Yunrui, who was flashed by this silver light, was punched in the stomach by the thin old man who rushed in front of her before she could open her eyes again.

This punch seemed to be lightly pushed on Ning Yunrui's stomach, but in fact, it carried a force that an adult couldn't reach with a desperate punch.

Ning Yunrui, who was stunned by the pain caused by this punch, subconsciously squatted down holding her stomach.

What is admirable is that although her face turned white from this pain, she did not let out even the slightest scream.

At the same time, the ethereal fist blade also dissipated into a little golden light due to the brief stube before she crouched.

"Could it be a soul cultivator? But this doesn't look like it has condensation strength?" Seeing this, the thin old man dragged Ning Yunrui's hair and forced her to stand up, then forcibly pulled her with her other hand, she held one hand on her stomach, and looked at the back of her empty hand, and muttered to herself with some doubts.

"Old man, how about I send you a suggestion, master?" As soon as the thin old man's voice fell, Feng Buyi, who didn't know how long he had been here, said just right, and walked from the darkness not far away.

"Huh...?" The lean old man, who was completely unaware of the presence of others nearby, muttered a little stunned when he heard the sound and looked in the direction where the voice came.

"Hehe, the suggestion is that you'd better let go of your two trotters right away! Feng Buyi, who walked closer, couldn't tell whether he was angry or happy, and looked at the thin old man and said.

At the same time, a strong golden light suddenly erupted in his eyes that seemed to capture people's souls.

Of the four people present, three covered their eyes screaming because of the golden light.

Only Ning Yunrui, who was let go by the thin old man, continued to squat down holding her stomach without any influence.

Even Ding Erhu, who had been ravaged by middle-aged men and didn't scream out loud, screamed in severe pain.

The most tragic was the lean old man, who directly shed two lines of blood and tears, because he was the only person on the field who looked directly at this golden light.

As for the middle-aged man and Ding Erhu who didn't look at Feng Buyi at all, after covering their eyes, they didn't feel any more discomfort.

After the golden light dissipated, Feng Buyi's eyes changed from black and white to only gold.

And this gold is not an ordinary gold, it is a kind of gold that makes people lose their hearts when they see it.

"Condensation... Condensed and strong!" The lean old man, whose eyes were still bleeding, stammered.

"I know I'm afraid, master, I'll tell you, you're in a big deal! Don't want to leave if you don't apologize today!" Looking at the frightened appearance of the thin old man, Feng Buyi proudly hugged his arms in front of his chest, and said with the corners of his mouth slightly upturned.

"That's right..."The lean old man, who gave in without even thinking about it, was interrupted by Feng Buyi as soon as he was halfway through speaking.

"Verbal apology?" Feng Buyi scolded impatiently.

"And what do you want?" the lean old man, who felt that his self-esteem had been trampled on, first opened his battered eyes despite the severe pain, and then asked through gritted teeth.

"You, come here!" Feng Buyi did not answer the thin old man's question, he pointed to the middle-aged man who was already standing aside, and said in a commanding tone.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man obediently trotted over like a pug that had received an order from his master.

"Chop off the two arms of that old man. Feng Buyi nodded in satisfaction at the middle-aged man, and then stretched out an empty palm to him as he spoke.

As soon as he finished speaking, a large patch rose from his palm, and a golden light in the shape of a machete could be faintly seen.