Feng Jiu, who was in the corner, watched the scene upstairs and couldn't help laughing. This was really interesting! However, the man was not stubborn. Seeing four people besieging him, he opened his eyes the next moment, glanced coldly at the three women, and used a fatal move as soon as he attacked.
"Hmm! Ah!"
A woman was grabbed by the neck and her whole body was lifted up by him. The woman struggled with her face flushed red, kicking her legs wildly, but she could not hurt the man at all. The two people next to him saw this and stabbed at him with their soft swords and daggers, but unexpectedly, the man threw the woman towards the two men, and the soft sword and dagger stabbed the woman before he could retract them.
"Um!"
With a muffled groan, the woman's lips trembled slightly, her eyes were wide open, her body twitched slightly, and blood flowed out of her mouth.
"Junior sister!"
The two men exclaimed, hugged the woman, and watched her take her last breath in their arms. Their hearts trembled slightly, their hands clenched into fists, and their pretty faces were full of coldness. They drew out their swords and daggers and attacked again, their moves were more fierce than before, and they were ready to fight to the death.
On the first floor, Fengjiu narrowed her eyes and looked at the woman who was originally standing by the table. She didn't know when, but the woman had left and her whereabouts were unknown.
"call out!"
"Um!"
The sound of a sharp air blade passed by, and the man groaned. He looked at the sleeve arrow pierced on his arm with a sullen face. The sleeve arrow seemed to be poisonous. After the groan, his steps staggered slightly, and his expression gradually became ugly.
"Kill him!"
The two women drank and attacked with swords, but at this moment, a chopstick shot out from the room and pierced through the hands of the two women holding the swords with a whoosh.
"ah!"
The two screamed, and the daggers and soft swords in their hands fell to the ground. They grabbed their own hands and looked at the bloody holes pierced in the center of their palms. Blood flowed out and their hands were shaking with pain.
"Master, it's right here, hurry up!"
A voice was heard, and the woman who had left came back with a group of seven or eight women, led by a beautiful woman in her thirties.
"It's actually someone from the Hehuan Sect!"
One of the monks at the entrance of the first floor recognized the leading woman, his face changed, and he quickly retreated with a low cry. The women of the Hehuan Sect are evil women who specialize in absorbing men's essence to cultivate! None of them are good people, no wonder, he said, how could a decent woman take off her clothes to fight the enemy
It turns out she is a witch from the Hehuan Sect. No wonder she is so shameless!
"Who dares to hurt my disciple?"
The beautiful woman's voice was seductive, but it also revealed a ruthless aura. As soon as she entered, her charming eyes stared directly at the person on the second floor. However, when she saw that the person who had fallen down had stopped breathing, her face changed even more.
"You dare to kill my disciple? Today, you will never leave here alive!"
The aura of a strong man emanated from the enchantingly beautiful woman. It was the pressure of an immortal saint. Once it came out, it enveloped the restaurant in an instant, causing those with lower strength to change their complexion drastically in an instant, their blood churning in their bodies, and they had an urge to kneel down.