Feng Jiu looked at all kinds of weapons, and finally picked up a dagger, opened it and saw that the dagger glowed with a sharp cold light, so he took the dagger and retreated.

The ghost elder watched from the sidelines, for them, the most suitable for them were knives and swords, short weapons such as daggers and axes and scimitars were not suitable for them, after all, if the two of them were fighting, the one with the long weapon in his hand would naturally be more advantageous.

And he took a look, most of the people also picked long swords and knives, only the young man on the ninth picked a dagger, and he couldn't help asking: "Everyone else chooses swords, how do you choose a dagger?" Don't you know that when facing the enemy, the dagger suffers even more? ”

When Feng Jiu heard this, he looked at the ghost old man and said: "Because the subordinates' wrists are thinner and their strength is smaller than theirs, compared to long swords and big swords, subordinates feel that daggers are more suitable, and even if they sleep, they can hide on their bodies, which is safer." ”

Listening to his words, the ghost elder felt that what he said earlier was quite modest, and nodded secretly. Indeed, this kid looks the smallest, and his physique is not as good as others, and his wrist really doesn't look very powerful, and picking a long sword is not as good as a dagger, after all, the dagger is short and the attack reacts faster.

However, when he heard his words, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his gloomy gaze glanced at the young man and then looked away, waving his hand to signal him to retreat.

After listening to his words, he felt that the first ones were just nice words, and it was estimated that the young man wanted to say the last two sentences the most, it seemed that the young man was quite afraid of death, and he thought about hiding the dagger on his body when he slept, just in case.

And No. 1, Lei Xiao and the others lowered their eyes one by one after hearing Feng Jiu's words, hiding the look that crossed their eyes.

That kid's wrists are thin? Little force? It's also a shame that he can say it, and he doesn't want to think about who lifted a demon cultivator with one hand when he was inside, smashed it directly to the ground, and smashed people to death.

"Take them all down." The ghost elder waved his hand, and after the command, he turned and left.

On the other side, Murong Yixuan sent someone out to inquire, but since Feng Jiu left, he didn't hear any news at all, and couldn't help but ponder: Where will she go?

"Hasn't there been any news from various places lately?" He asked a man in black who was kneeling in front of him.

"Hui Gongzi, no." The man in black said.

"Nalan Mochen, did he come back?" Murong Yixuan asked again.

"The subordinates sent people to guard near Nalan's house, and they didn't see the Nalan prince go back, but they were discovered by the people of the Nalan family, and the subordinates had to be transferred back."

"Just send someone to keep an eye on their city gate, if Nalan Mochen arrives, he will definitely pass through the city gate." Feng Jiu will definitely go to Nalan Mochen's house, after all, her people also followed Nalan Mochen.

"Yes." The man answered, and then withdrew.

On the other side, Xuanyuan Moze also began to arrange affairs after Mochen and the others left, but his father had not yet left the customs, and he couldn't leave even if he wanted to, so he could only guard and wait for him to come out of the customs to make arrangements.

Sitting in the palace, there was a portrait of Feng Jiu in front of him, dressed in red, with a wanton and confident atmosphere between her eyebrows and eyes.

Seeing no one, he looked at the portrait and thought about it, and muttered softly: "What are you doing now?" ”