Chapter 134 Costume Returns
With their bare hands, the two nine-rank martial artists were beaten and retreated.
Even with all his might, he still couldn't help but get Feng Jiuyou, and Feng Jiuyou only suffered some minor injuries.
The leader, furious, took out something from his sleeve and threw it towards Feng Jiuyou.
Feng Jiuyou had already guarded against him, and snorted coldly.
A spiritual force kills that danger in the cradle.
Seeing that the two of them no longer have the need to spar, they can be killed.
Feng Jiuyou directly released the momentum on his body, and pointed directly at the two nine-rank martial artists with a clear purpose.
The two Nine Rank Martial Artists didn't have time to scream miserably, and they were crushed by their spiritual power and turned into blood.
However, this bloody scene deeply shocked the people who were still peeping around.
At the same time, he also felt the aura of danger, in case something happened to him, he didn't dare to delay for a moment, and stumbled away with a group of subordinates.
It may be that the wind nine ghosts are too completely shocked, and those people have forgotten to use light power,
And the remaining three nine-rank martial artists couldn't escape, and in this scorching summer, they were like falling into an ice cave.
The three of them had the same thoughts, and they all knelt on the ground, desperately kowtowing to Feng Jiuyou.
"The young man spares his life, the young man spares his life. We are willing to submit to the young man. ”
Feng Jiuyou looked at their cowardly appearance, and also knew that they had lost their combat effectiveness and could not play the role of a sparring partner at all, so there was no need to keep them.
As for accepting them, Feng Jiu never thought about it, the people who have been cultivated by others for decades, there is always a way to get rid of those who betrayed, there is no need at all.
What's more, Feng Jiuyou will not ask for people whose hands are stained with innocent blood.
So, let's kill it!
The thought arises, and the wind passes.
The remaining three Nine Rank Martial Artists fell to the ground in silence.
Feng Jiuyou withdrew from the spiritual realm, glanced at the stump and broken arm on the ground, and left without looking back.
Little did she know that her prestige had spread throughout the city in an instant.
After Feng Jiuyou eliminated those people, he quickly chased in the direction where Feng Chenyi and the others left.
Because she knew that the third brother would definitely worry about her and would not go far.
Sure enough, a moment later, she found them in a low col.
"Little sister, you're back, but you're hurt." Feng Chenyi had been staring in the direction they had come, and when he saw Feng Jiuyou's familiar behind, he shouted loudly.
Completely forget, so that it will attract the attention of others.
Fortunately, the terrain is remote, and no one will come this way.
Fortunately, Feng Jiuyou did not let down his vigilance, and kept using his mental power to investigate, and found that there were no dangerous people within two miles of them.
"Third brother, I'm fine. The big guy took off his disguise first, changed his clothes, and said what he had to do when he got home. ”
Feng Jiuyou first said to Feng Chenyi, who cared about her, and then said to the others.
The big guy took off his disguise and took out brand new clothes to change into.
After the group changed their faces, they returned to the courtyard that Feng Jiuyou had bought.
Before the evening, Feng Chenyi told them what they had done today to the red leaves and Feng Wuchen.
Soft soft seems to be very interested in this, and unprecedentedly let Feng Chenyi hug it, if it weren't for the soft in his arms, Feng Chenyi was so happy that he wanted to fly around the yard.
Feng Jiuyou sat in his position, hugging Mianmian, looking at her third brother with a smile on the corner of his mouth, bragging there.
Feng Chenyi saw her smile and immediately stepped forward.
"Little sister, the third brother doesn't look like it."
(End of chapter)