“Also, divide everyone into three teams. One team will follow me to attack, one team will search for treasures, and one team will keep an eye on the entire Jubao Tower. Don’t let anyone inside escape! After you’re done, meet up at the small courtyard in the west of the city.” Fengjiu said in a calm voice.
"Yes!" Everyone responded, divided the team into three teams, explained the division of labor, and waited for orders for tonight.
Until the night deepened, the number of people on the street gradually thinned out. In the night, there were black figures passing across the roof and heading towards the Jubao Building.
Among the hundreds of people, a small team was left to guard every corner outside, and another team of two people followed Feng Jiu in as the main attack, while the remaining team went to the treasure house of Jubao Tower.
The night was quiet, and nearly a hundred immortal monks silently surrounded the Treasure Tower, but the people inside had not noticed anything unusual.
As the main team, Feng Jiu and others sneaked into the Jubao Tower, leaving two or three people behind to deal with the people below, while the rest went to the upper floors.
"Um!"
A guard from Jubao Tower was covered with his mouth and had his throat cut, and he fell to the ground. At the same time, several other people also took care of the guards on the first floor. After taking care of more than 20 guards in front of and behind the building, the others went up to the second floor.
Perhaps it was the faint smell of blood in the air that made the people in the darkness on the second floor realize that something was wrong. Two of the immortal monks came out to take a look, and happened to see a guard being killed and dragged to the front. They couldn't help but shout loudly.
"Who is it?"
As soon as the voice containing powerful pressure was heard, all the cultivators hidden in the entire Jubao Tower rushed out, and at this time, Fengjiu and others also appeared one after another.
When an old man in the Jubao Building saw the young man in green clothes walking out of the darkness, he was stunned for a moment and exclaimed: "It's you? How come you are here!"
Wasn't this boy sent to the training camp at that time? How could he be here? How could someone who entered that place get out
Feng Jiu curled her lips slightly, looked at the old man with a sinister look, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you still remembered me! It's an honor." She waved her hand and said to the people behind her: "Move faster!"
"Yes!" Everyone responded and quickly rushed forward to attack the person from Jubao Tower.
When the old man saw that those black-clothed men who walked forward were all at the Flying Immortal level, his face changed: "Damn it!" He did not want to fight, but wanted to escape from here quickly. He turned around and wanted to escape from the back, but he saw that there were also those black-clothed men guarding from behind.
"Today, none of you will be able to escape from here." Fengjiu said with narrowed eyes. She did not attack, but stood diagonally against the column, glancing at the panicked people.
"What's going on? What happened?" Several old men hurried down from the third floor. One of them was the old man Feng from before.
"What happened? You dare to ask?"
The old man with gloomy eyes stared at Mr. Feng, pointed at the young man in green and said angrily: "Didn't you say that this guy wouldn't cause any trouble? Look, look!"
He was shaking with anger. It was true that he had set his sights on this young man at first, but he gave up the idea later. It was Old Feng who said that this young man would definitely be a good seedling if he was sent in for training, so they took a lot of effort to capture him. But look at the situation now