Chapter 132: Road Encounters and Killing

Feng Chenyi was a little surprised when he heard this, and even jumped that joy on his face.

"The young master bought it all." Feng Chenyi's pride when he spoke did not hide it in the slightest, and his eyes were full of contempt.

Get rid of a second ancestor who is not bad for money.

I almost didn't know the person in front of me, it was her third brother.

If her third brother lives before the end of the world and becomes an actor, it will definitely be at the level of an actor.

In the end, all the surrounding islands were bought, and it cost 100,000 taels of silver.

With so much money, Feng Jiuyou almost couldn't hold it, but fortunately, Ping Bohou was a corrupt official, and after she emptied the entire Ping Bohou Mansion, she got more than 800,000 two hundred silver.

But now there is not much left, she has to think of a way to make money, she has a large group of people under her hands, and those in the Nine Pyloric Sect, all of whom need silver to cultivate.

The most important thing is that there are two more gold-swallowing beasts to raise.

The gold, silver and jewelry in the space also have to find a time to cash in.

After paying all the money and holding a bunch of land deeds, under the eager gaze of the middle-aged man, Feng Jiuyou and the others walked out of the tooth shop.

It didn't take long for Feng Jiuyou to find that someone was following, but after thinking about it, he figured it out.

The third brother's outfit is too eye-catching, and the wealth is moving, and they are being targeted.

"Third brother, go into the woods."

"Okay."

Feng Chenyi was not stupid, he hurriedly made a gesture, and everyone sped up and walked towards a small forest not far away.

"You go first." Feng Jiuyou frowned and spoke calmly.

The other party sent five ninth-grade martial artists, more than a dozen eighth-rank martial artists, and dozens of seventh-rank martial artists.

This is really a big deal, and that group of people who have just been cultivated are not opponents.

Feng Jiuyou couldn't afford to lose, so only she stopped him.

Feng Jiuyou, dressed in a dark robe and holding a long sword, stood in the open space in front of the forest.

Look at the people from far and near.

A touch of murderous intent flashed in his indifferent eyes, Wuding City was really chaotic, and on a sunny day, someone was blatantly assassinated.

It's really unscrupulous...... This is very good.

She also likes to kill and kill with violence.

A strange white light flashed in Feng Jiuyou's eyes.

"Ah......" At this time, among the group of people, there were five eighth-rank martial artists who fell to the ground in an instant, and died of anger.

At this moment, the air stopped for half a second.

"Ah...... Bastard...... Kill him quickly. ”

The middle-aged man in the lead was extremely angry.

He was extremely sure that it was the hand of the young man in front of him.

This is an eight-rank master that they have cultivated for many years.

From the seventh grade to the eighth grade, I don't know how many resources were consumed.

What's more, these are all cultivated from a young age, and the resources consumed are countless.

Moreover, two of the five eight grades that died will not be able to break through to the ninth rank in a short time.

Jiupin, that's Jiupin, there are a few more Jiupin, how many small forces can they devour, this uncertain city, who else can help them.

But now, he was killed by the man in front of him.

The leader was furious and wanted to kill Feng Jiuyou immediately to vent his anger.

Feng Jiuyou didn't care about him.

He pushed the ability again, and at some point the leaves in his hand flew out, heading directly for those eight pins.

"Ah......" There were a few more screams, and five more Bapins fell.

All of them are deadly.

The leader hurriedly squatted down to check the eight pins and five who had fallen in a pool of blood, and found that they were killed by a leaf that instantly wiped their necks.

He glanced at it with fear, and the wind was nine shaded. The footsteps unconsciously retreated.

(End of chapter)