At the front of Zhiyuan, Feng Qingwu stood with her hands behind her back, her features gentle and graceful, but even so, with her fierce aura, she had no intention of giving in.
"You are the evil ones to complain first!"
At this moment, a cold snort came from the spirit boat. The group of people walked to the front of the spirit boat and looked at Feng Qingwu from a distance.
The leading middle-aged man was wearing a blue gown with a livid complexion. He stared at Feng Qingwu closely, but when he noticed the three people in Jiang Zicheng behind her, he frowned slightly.
When the middle-aged man appeared, Feng Qingwu's eyes fell on the cuffs of the blue gown, where there was a pattern.
He is from the Han family in Gongcheng...
She narrowed her eyes slightly and asked, "What does this mean?"
At this time, the middle-aged man said coldly: "You are all capable of controlling flying spiritual weapons, but you are quite powerful. You were wandering in front of us. If we hadn't reacted quickly, we would have almost crashed the spirit boat!"
Oh, it turns out that I almost had an accident, and then came to curse.
Hearing this, Feng Qingwu glanced at Xia Tao, which made Xia Tao's face turn red, but she still frowned and refused to speak.
Feng Qingwu then handed over his hand: "It's our fault, but - Your Excellency just showed that the paper kite attacking us used the spirit boat to hit us, but you want to kill us, don't you?"
With the last sentence, her eyes suddenly froze!
Even though she was only in the Qi training period, the sword intent that burst out instantly was pointing straight into the sky, and her whole body was like a long sword.
The middle-aged man's face darkened, and when he was about to speak——
"Who do you think you are!"
Next to the middle-aged man, another person said directly: "You are just a waste in the Qi training period. What qualifications do you have to stand up and speak? How dare you ask, do you know who we are!"
"Oh, then who are you?"
The man raised his head arrogantly: "Gongcheng Han family, this is our family elder, Han Xiang, why don't you come and meet me!"
The words are all said for this sake, which is considered to be enough face.
Han Xiang coughed in a low voice, and did not bother to look behind Feng Qingwu. The standard disciple uniforms of those people looked familiar, and he just thought they were ordinary outer disciples of some small sect that he had never heard of.
He waved his sleeves, and there was a sense of pity in his words.
"You collided with my Han family's spirit boat, and you should have died to apologize. However, considering that your cultivation is still shallow and you are just a junior, I will be merciful and let you live."
"As long as you cut off one of your arms, you can leave today."
Han Xiang paused and looked at Feng Qingwu coldly: "This is to pay for what you have done. Otherwise, keep them all!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Xiang, with his golden elixir stage aura, immediately pressed towards the four people on the paper kite, and the pressure suddenly increased!
Feng Qingwu couldn't help but frown, but didn't take a step back.
After all, she was once a big boss in the Yuanying stage, and she was much stronger than this man. Although her cultivation was no longer, her soul power was still at the level of the Yuanying stage, so she was not afraid of this pressure.
Seeing that Feng Qingwu was only trembling slightly, Han Xiang could not help but feel a flash of surprise in his eyes. This period of Qi training... was unusual!
But soon, he felt an embarrassment of being offended.
"Hmph, it seems like you have some kind of magic weapon on your body, and you can actually resist my pressure, but -"
Han Xiang's eyes turned cold, and his gown continued to flutter in the wind.
He stretched out his hand, and his spiritual power accelerated, with more tyrannical pressure, and with the downward pressure of his palm, it was as if Mount Tai was pressing down!
Behind Feng Qingwu, the three foundation-building stagers knelt down on one knee uncontrollably, their bodies trembling violently, cold sweat breaking out on their foreheads, and their complexions turned pale.
Xia Tao and Chen Shi couldn't help but feel fear.
This, is this the golden elixir stage...
Only Jiang Zicheng, who was kneeling on one knee, looked in front of him without blinking. Only Feng Qingwu, who was wearing a green Taoist robe, could still stand on the kite, with one hand on the Liufeng sword at his waist.
Even though his body was trembling slightly, he did not give in at all.
Jiang Zicheng stared closely and opened his mouth slightly in shock.
Also, it has to be the senior sister!
On the side, Chen Shi had the illusion of facing death. A trace of anger flashed in his eyes and he looked at Feng Qingwu——
"Sister, what are you waiting for?!"
"Are you urging me to cut off my arm so you can escape?"
At the front, Feng Qingwu, who was facing most of the pressure, squinted his eyes, and his peripheral vision was cold, which made Chen Shi's face heat up for a moment.
On the side, Xia Tao, who could no longer withstand the pressure and was about to be pressed down on the kite, couldn't help but said: "He is in the golden elixir stage. If we make him angry, how can we escape!"
"Haha, it seems there are some smart people among you."
Han Xiang smiled coldly and looked at Feng Qingwu in front of him, with a hint of greed in his eyes: "You are actually a senior sister in your Qi training period. It seems that your sect is nothing more than this."
"Now that you can block my pressure during your Qi training period, you must have a valuable treasure on your body. Hand over your treasure and cut off one of your arms."
"otherwise--"
Han Xiang suddenly flicked his sleeves: "You are all going to die!"
He was originally worried that he might be a big sect, so he was a little timid, but he didn't expect that he could become a senior sister in a small period of Qi training. I'm afraid it was a small sect that wouldn't be able to achieve success.
In this way, Han Xiang also plundered without any burden.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Mu Jiuke, who yawned silently under the pressure of the golden elixir period, leaned towards Feng Qingwu.
Although he lost most of his strength and returned to his juvenile body, unable to defeat this golden elixir stage, it shouldn't be a problem to hold on to the last of his strength and escape with Feng Qingwu.
As for the other three people?
Just die, it's no big deal.
"Hey, stupid woman, if you can't hold on any longer, just run away. There's no shame in it - the main thing is that if you die, I will be buried with you."
For a moment, the atmosphere was stiff and stagnant.
On the spirit boat, the man standing next to Han Xiang also echoed: "That's right, hurry up and present it to our elders."
"Otherwise, none of you will be able to escape today—"
Before the man finished speaking, Feng Qingwu moved.
She glanced sideways with her beautiful eyes, touched the storage ring directly, took out a token, and threw it into the air. Then - her dropped hand flicked on the Liufeng Sword.
In the second realm of swordsmanship, the sword’s intention is invisible!
The cold sword intent instantly struck the token and hit the man!
Accompanied by a 'pop' sound, it was clear and loud, as if it had given him a slap in the face, hitting him straight in the face.
The person who spoke had a foundation-building level of cultivation, but he didn't expect that one day he would be slapped in the face by a mere loser in the Qi-training stage. He subconsciously covered his red face and caught the slipping token.
"You are looking for death!"
But just when he was about to throw the token over and counterattack——
Feng Qingwu looked over with cold eyes, the smile on his lips not diminishing: "I advise you to take a closer look first, or you may lose your life."
The voice is gentle, but it also contains murderous intent.
When the man was about to speak disdainfully, Han Xiang next to him glanced out of the corner of his eye and was about to look back when he saw the red mark on his face caused by the token, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
Han Xiang subconsciously lowered his head and looked at the token in his hand.
This, this is——
