Then I saw that those gray-clothed people were directly thrown up high, and then they were thrown directly to the middle of the field like a puddle of mud.

Seeing that the gray-clothed people were stacked in front of him, Yun Cainan was secretly glad in his heart, fortunately, these gray-clothed people were not found by himself, and the records of the Yun Clan's entry and exit did not have their own names, which means that no matter who they wanted, no matter how they wanted to check, the cliff would not find their heads.

Then Feng Youlan's figure fell on the body of a gray-clothed man on the top like a white ghost, at this moment, this man like an orchid, the clear meaning on his body was gone, replaced by an awe-inspiring killing intent and a murderous aura.

The man's voice was so cold that there was no trace of emotion, and his cold fingers lightly tapped the head of the gray-clothed man at the top: "Say, who sent you?" ”

The gray-clothed man at the top shuddered: "I, I, I don't know!" ”

His voice hadn't completely fallen, but from that cold finger, the strong wind came out, and it pierced the man's head directly.

It's just that all this is not over, Feng Youlan's big hand grabbed the soul of the gray-clothed man directly from his body, and without waiting for him to open his mouth to beg for mercy, Feng Youlan actually took out a small bottle and stuffed the gray-clothed man's soul directly into the vial.

Then the second, the third, the fourth, the fifth, the sixth, and the last seventh Grey Man.

Feng Youlan's question was only asked once, if they didn't say it, then what was waiting for them was death, but even if it was death, Feng Youlan would never let go of their souls, eight souls were thrown into a small bottle, and then Feng Youlan kicked away the eight corpses and walked to Feng Shitian's side and looked at her apologetically: "I'm sorry for frightening you!" ”

Feng Shitian raised a smile: "You know that my courage has always been not small, so you can't scare me!" ”

Hearing his words, Feng Youlan's handsome face, which was like ice sculptures and snow, finally turned into ice and snow melting, and spring flowers bloomed.

"This is for you, these souls you can use to refine weapons!" Feng Youlan raised her hand, and the vial that had just been filled with eight souls had already fallen into Feng Shitian's hands.

"Okay!" Feng Shitian smiled slightly and accepted the vial.

But all this is not over, Feng Youlan's deep eyes faintly swept over the faces of Yun Cainan, Master Che, Yun Lanxuan and Master Mao, the light in those eyes seemed to be clear, but when it fell on the face, it was as sharp as a knife, and the four of them only felt that their faces seemed to be scraped down by that gaze.

Both Feng Youlan and Feng Shitian could guess it, but they were afraid that these eight gray-clothed men were sent by one of these four people.

Feng Shitian smiled and bent his eyebrows, but the bottom of his narrowed eyes was surging with coldness.

She has never been a person who will suffer dumb losses, she is a master who will take revenge, since this person wants to kill herself, then if she does not prepare a big gift, wouldn't she be too sorry for that person.

Thinking in her heart, Feng Shitian's gaze swept lightly over the faces of several people present, and when her gaze fell on Yun Cainan's face, she found that this man actually didn't dare to meet her gaze!