When the sixteen people heard this, they immediately flew out and headed to the back.
Seeing this, Lord Yan stood up, and when he was about to walk back, he paused, touched his chin, then took out half of the silver mask from the space and put it on, then walked back.
When he came to the back, he saw the red figure on the roof circling with his men like a ghost. The speed of its retreat and the fierce attack made his eyes move slightly.
Originally, when they were on the top of the mountain, he was knocked unconscious from behind when he was not prepared. But now that he was on alert, the two foundation-building monks under his command were unable to take him down. It must be said that he once again impressed him.
It’s a pity that once you fall into his hands, it’s impossible to escape.
"hiss!"
A black-clothed man with foundation-building cultivation was kicked by Fengjiu. He took a few steps back, rubbed his chest, and cursed in a low voice.
"Damn! What did you eat to grow up? Why are your legs so strong?"
Feng Jiu retracted her foot and punched another black-clothed man who was approaching her, sneering, "Of course he grew up on breast milk!"
Hearing this, the Lord of Hell, who was standing below with his hands behind his back, raised his lips in an imperceptible arc, and cast his deep gaze on the man in red, and ordered: "Catch him."
"yes!"
The Jindan stage cultivators who were watching from the side responded immediately, and two of them flew out, covering them with a powerful pressure, and captured Fengjiu with one move.
"Damn it! Not only do they bully the minority with their numbers, they also bully the weak! Hiss! It feels awkward! My hand!"
She cried out in pain, her eyes widening in anger. This was the difference in strength, a world where the strong were respected.
Even though her strength could be considered one of the best in the ninth-class country of Yao Ri, she was still no match for these powerful immortal cultivators in these sixth-class medium-sized countries.
Facing such a strong enemy, she knew that she couldn't run away, but she still wanted to try. As expected, the result of this try was that her hands were twisted behind her back.
Hiss! I usually don’t feel any pain when twisting other people’s hands, but why is it that I feel like my muscles and bones are about to be dislocated when I am being twisted
"Master, we have captured the person." Two Jindan cultivators arrested the person and brought him before Lord Yan.
Feng Jiu raised her head and saw the man in a black robe with dark cloud patterns standing in front of her with his hands behind his back. Although he was wearing a half-silver mask covering his face, revealing only his sexy thin lips below his nose and his well-defined cold chin, his slender and strong physique, his strong and straight figure, and his aura still made her eyes light up.
At that moment, he whistled like a dandy boy and praised, "What a sexy and attractive handsome man!"
Seeing him acting like a gangster to their master in front of everyone, the sixteen black-robed monks were stunned. They quickly glanced at their master and hurriedly lowered their heads to hide the smile that could not be stopped from leaking out of the corners of their mouths.
Sexy and attractive handsome men? Talking about their masters
This boy probably doesn't want to live anymore.
When Lord Yan heard Feng Jiu's words, he raised his eyebrows and a wicked arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Sexy? Alluring? Perhaps, I can take that as a compliment."