"With such skills and cultivation at a young age, little doll, which family are you from?" The fat middle-aged man asked, squinting at Duan Ye.

"Poof!"

Hearing the three words of the little doll, Feng Jiu couldn't help but laugh out loud, looking at Duan Ye who was blushing with annoyance, that immature baby face was indeed worthy of the word little doll.

Duan Ye glared at Feng Jiu angrily, and glared at the fat middle-aged man with crossed eyebrows: "I'm your grandfather!" As soon as the voice fell, the eight-star flywheel in his hand struck.

Feng Jiu stood aside and didn't move, this night's skills were not weak, she wanted to know where his limit was, not to mention, that Jin Dan peak would not be able to shoot easily, so she was not worried that his life would be in danger.

Sure enough, as soon as the Jindan early stage monk on the side saw Duan Ye attacking, he instantly attacked him, and stopped his attack before him to fight him.

Feng Jiu watched quietly, and Swallow Yun also followed her side to watch the two fight, the fierce air flow in the air whistled open, and the spiritual power aura visible to R eyes swept through the air and attacked the other party.

"Shhh

The Jindan monk had no weapon in his hand, and was cut by the eight-star flywheel in Duan Ye's hand, and blood oozed from his shoulder instantly, and he also gasped, and his pace retreated slightly.

The young man who looked at him from the side did not dare to step forward, because he knew that he was not the opponent of the other party, and when he suddenly stepped forward, he only ended up with the same fate as the dozen or so strong men who were killed.

However, he can't beat that baby face, but this young man in red is only at the level of a great spirit master, and he can take care of it.

So, he saw that the young man had been staring at the battle between the two, and his sleeves moved slightly, and a dagger slipped out of his sleeve, holding it in his hand, and his cold figure burst out, raising the dagger and stabbing at the young man in red.

"Boy, watch the kill!"

Who, Feng Jiu didn't even look at it, didn't dodge or make a move, because, when the swallowing cloud standing at her feet saw the man holding the dagger and pounced, he had already pounced on him with a low snort.

The small figure was like a ball, seemingly harmless and ineffective little pet, but at this moment it showed its sharp claws, and at the same time as the figure scurried, the sharp claws slashed towards the wrist of the man holding the dagger.

"Whew!"

What was shocking was that when such a little pet pounced and swept out its claws and slashed down, it actually brought a fierce bloodthirsty aura, and its speed was so fast that even the man at the level of a great spirit master didn't even have time to dodge.

"Shhh My hand ......"

The dagger fell to the ground with a clatter, blood oozed from the trembling wrist, his face turned pale, he instinctively reached out and held the bleeding hand, looking at the bloody wrist with a few deep claw marks that could be seen in the bone, faintly visible white bones were half exposed, and his heart beat violently, and he screamed.

"Ahh My hand...... My hand ......"

Due to the sudden change on the man's side, the Jindan monk who was fighting with Duan Ye was distracted for a while, and his abdomen was also cut out by the sharp eight-star flywheel, he staggered back, his face was pale, and he clenched his teeth with disobedience and unwillingness.

For a moment, I felt that the smell of blood in the air that was already emitting the smell of blood was even stronger.