"Because they just took the elixir." Fengjiu said, her eyes swept over the three people.
"What do you mean?" The Flying Immortal monk frowned slightly, and the next moment, he saw the young man in front of him curl his lips slightly, revealing an evil smile, and a cold voice came out of his mouth.
"It means exactly what it says." As soon as Feng Jiu finished speaking, she attacked instantly. A flash of cold light flashed across her sleeves, and a sharp dagger slashed towards the immortal cultivator at a speed that was faster than hearing.
The Flying Immortal monk was startled and instantly leaned back to avoid the dagger that was about to slash his throat. After taking a few steps back in shock, he saw the black-clothed boy flash with strange movements, turn the dagger in his hand, and slash through the two Nascent Soul monks who had not reacted.
"Um!"
The two men groaned and fell down with their eyes wide open, without even time to react.
Seeing the young man in black kill two Nascent Soul cultivators, the Feixian cultivator took a step back defensively: "Number Nine! What are you doing? Do you want to rebel?"
Fengjiu curled the corners of her lips and did not respond to his words, but just stared at him closely. The next moment, the black figure flashed out again. Her movements were extremely fast, and her attacks were fierce and contained lethal moves. Even the powerful Feixian couldn't help but be shocked at this moment. Just as he was about to fight back, his face turned pale with a whoosh.
A powerful pressure came over him, a shock from his soul that made his body stiffen even though he wanted to move. He felt as if he was being controlled by someone. He wanted to move, wanted to shout, but he couldn't do anything.
"call out!"
The sharp energy of the blade swept past, and the powerful Feixian groaned, his eyes opened incredibly wide, and his stiff body fell to the ground.
"Bang!"
He fell to the ground, his eyes fixed on Fengjiu, as if asking why.
Fengjiu glanced at the three corpses on the ground, took off the Qiankun bags on their waists, and then condensed flames in her palms to burn the three corpses.
One day later, when everyone had completed their advancement, they stood in front of Fengjiu with excitement on their faces. Even though they had many questions in their hearts, they did not ask them. They just looked at him with excitement in their eyes.
Having been together for so long, they already knew that the captain was extraordinary, but how deep was he? No one had ever figured out how deep he was, and this time he showed off his skills again, which really shocked them.
You know, even the advanced elixirs given to them by the Dark Night Temple were not as high-grade or good-quality as the ones the captain gave them yesterday. And the captain gave them so many elixirs without even blinking an eye. In particular, after taking the elixirs, only a few of the 123 people were only at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, and the others had already become Flying Immortal cultivators.
Although they are only one level apart, their strengths are vastly different. If they step out now, even the Dark Night Temple would be afraid of them. Even among the families outside, there is not a single family with so many Flying Immortal monks.
Feng Jiu looked at everyone, and nodded with satisfaction at their current strength and cultivation, revealing a smile: "Not bad, very good, next, I will tell you about the arrangements after returning."