The people on their side didn't do anything, so they could only say that it was Brother Feng who did it? When did he do it? How could they, who were following him, not notice it
At this moment, everyone was shocked and astonished. Fortunately, he had no ill will towards them, otherwise, they would not know when he would attack them.
The gray-robed old man murmured, "What kind of medicine can knock down a flying immortal monk? It's colorless and tasteless? Incredible, too incredible..."
He was a doctor, so he naturally knew that it was easy to knock down an ordinary cultivator with medicine, but the stronger the person, the less useful the medicine would be. Moreover, if there was any smell from the medicine, a strong person would easily detect it.
But even he didn't smell any medicine in the air. If those independent cultivators hadn't fallen one by one, he really couldn't believe that someone could use medicine to knock down these independent cultivators whose strength should not be underestimated...
"Hmm? Still not falling?"
Feng Jiu walked forward slowly, and saw some cultivators collapsed to the ground, while some were still holding on. She narrowed her eyes and reached out from her sleeve to take out another packet of white medicine foam: "Then I'll give you some more!"
As he spoke, he opened the packet of medicine powder, waved his sleeves, and the white powder scattered, sprinkling on the faces of those wandering cultivators. Seeing this, the corners of the mouths of the people from the Lu family twitched, and they couldn't utter a word for a long time.
It turns out that this is possible...
"Ahem..."
Even though they wanted to hold their breath, the pungent feeling of the powder falling on their bodies made them cough uncontrollably, and then they fell down one by one.
Feng Jiu waved her sleeves, and a breeze blew past, dispersing the smell of the medicine. Then she looked at the white tiger lying beside the tree. She didn't rush forward, but just stared into its eyes for a while before asking, "Do you want me to bandage your wound?"
She walked forward and asked. Seeing her move, Master Lu quickly stopped her: "Brother Feng, don't do that!"
Fengjiu stopped and looked back, seeming a little puzzled, and asked doubtfully: "Why not?"
Mr. Lu did not step forward, but walked out of the protective circle in the middle, glanced at the alert white tiger, and said, "The white tiger is ferocious, not comparable to ordinary tigers, and it doesn't approach humans. If you approach it, it will probably attack you."
“Oh, so that’s how it is!” Feng Jiu smiled suddenly, but then said: “It doesn’t matter, it has no strength left.” Then she walked forward and came to the side of the white tiger: “The holy beast has awakened its wisdom, you know I have no ill intentions, right? Let me take a look at your wound and I’ll bandage it for you.”
The white tiger stared at Fengjiu, whimpered softly, and then turned over, exposing its belly directly in front of Fengjiu. Its tiger eyes stared at her with pleading in them.
Everyone in the Lu family was dumbfounded to see that the white tiger, which usually didn't like people to approach, turned over and lay flat on its belly with its limbs facing upwards. This scene seemed so strange no matter how you looked at it, even a little unbelievable.
"Belly? Are you going to give birth?" Fengjiu asked softly, stretching out a hand and gently placing it on Baihu's swollen belly. Feeling the kicking of the little life inside, she couldn't help but reveal a gentle smile, but the next moment, the smile on her face disappeared.