She retracted her gaze, turned to the steward of the underground market on the other side, and asked, "Yours here?" ”

The steward was drinking tea, and when he heard the voice coldly, he looked up and saw that the young man had a handsome face and a good temperament, so he put down the teacup in his hand and asked with a smile: "The goods here are all under my control, but how many slaves do you want to buy?" What do you want? I can have someone introduce Childe to him. ”

Feng Jiu glanced at him and said, "That little fat man who was sent just now, give me more looks, don't kill and maim people." ”

Hearing this, the smile on the steward's face narrowed, he looked him up and down, and asked, "What do you mean by this?" ”

"Don't you understand? His and my people, I will teach him a lesson by your hand, but don't kill and maim people, this time, do you understand? ”

"Hehehe, Childe is really joking, our goods here are all bought back with money, just now I bought a little fat man, but how can I say that he is Childe's person? Besides, we can keep that little fat man for a lot of use, and if we buy it back for three hundred silver coins, we will sell it for more than three hundred silver coins. ”

Feng Jiu hooked his lips: "You're not the one who has the idea here, go ahead!" Call out your principals. ”

As soon as he heard this, he was not happy, and his face became gloomy: "Where did the little ghost come from?" Don't look at what kind of place this is, dare to come here to make trouble? Come! Knock him out of here! ”

"Get out!"

Four monks surrounded him, one of them stepped forward and wanted to pull Feng Jiu's collar and drag him out, who expected that the young man raised his eyes lazily, his cold eyes contained a coercive attack, the momentum and coercion of the strong man spread in an instant, so that the monk only felt a murderous aura attack, the tremor of cold fear surged from the soles of his feet, straight to his heart, the strong impact and coercion made him tremble at the same time, his forehead was oozing cold sweat, his legs were weak, and he sat down with a bang.

The people present were all monks, and there were two foundation building monks among them, and even the steward was also a monk in the middle stage of foundation building, and they were also shocked when they saw the coercion released by the red-clothed young man, with shock and disbelief in their eyes.

How could a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy have such terrifying coercion and momentum? What is the origin of this young man?

"Y-Who the hell are you?" The steward knew that the other party was extraordinary, and he didn't dare to be tough anymore, so he could only ask in a trembling voice. A Jindan monk is not terrible.

However, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old Jindan monk was extremely terrifying, what kind of talent did he have to cultivate to Jindan cultivation at the age of sixteen or seventeen?

Feng Jiu glanced at him lazily, and his casual voice was cold: "You are not qualified to know." ”

If he had heard this just now, the steward would have scolded him, but at this moment, seeing that he hadn't even made a move, he let a foundation monk sit on the ground with his legs weak, and he didn't dare to have a trace of neglect and dissatisfaction.

This world is like this, if you show great strength, you will naturally be treated and respected by others, and as for the weak, no one will take him seriously.

"This son, please, I'll go and ask our president." The steward wiped the cold sweat, bent over to lead the way, and led Feng Jiu to the inner living room.