Feeling that the eerie cold air around her had disappeared, the looming shadows also disappeared. She then moved her palms, shouted "resume", and the gourd in the air returned to her hands.
Seeing that the bell hanging on the gourd was no longer ringing, she curled the corners of her lips and smiled.
It really is a wonderful treasure!
She shrunk the gourd and hung it back on her waist. She sat back by the fire, warmed herself by the fire, and rested against a tree. This night, except for the previous scene, seemed peaceful. Perhaps it was because no cultivators came here, and some fierce beasts in the forest did not dare to approach Feng Jiu, so she did not encounter any danger here.
As the sky gradually brightened, she put out the fire and prepared to leave when she heard faint sounds of fighting.
"Is there someone in here?" She was slightly surprised, tiptoed, and rushed towards the source of the sound. About 500 meters away, she saw the scene in front of her.
It was a team of seven or eight people, who looked like independent cultivators. Their strength was at the initial and intermediate levels of Immortal Saint. Their clothes were torn and their bodies were covered with wounds. At this moment, they were being besieged by a group of ferocious beasts and the golden leopard that she had seen before.
Logically speaking, with these people's strength, dealing with these ferocious beasts should not be a problem. However, she saw that these people seemed to be lacking in physical strength, and their attacks were not powerful enough. Upon closer inspection, these people all looked to be in their forties or fifties, and among them there were two old men in their sixties. Although they were all men, their pale faces, thin bodies, and unsteady steps showed that these people were suffering from malnutrition.
How could a Saint-level person be suffering from malnutrition? That was strange.
She was slightly surprised, but did not show up. She just observed in the dark. Judging from the fact that they joined forces to deal with the ferocious beast, they were different from those other cultivators who only cared about themselves.
Thinking of this, she was moved. She was just trying to recruit people! These people came to her door. These people were not demonic cultivators or evil cultivators. Although they also had a strong evil spirit, at least they could be used by her!
Seeing an old man among them being knocked away by a ferocious beast, and watching the beast opening its mouth with sharp teeth showing and pouncing forward to bite, another man in his forties immediately rushed forward, knocked the beast away with his body, and protected the old man. He swung the knife in his hand at the other ferocious beast that was pouncing on him, and stabbed it with one blow, taking the beast's life.
"roar!"
As the shrill scream sounded, the ferocious beast also roared. It struggled to move forward again, but fell down after taking only two steps.
Perhaps the smell of blood from the ferocious beast stimulated the other ferocious beasts. The attacks of the group of ferocious beasts became more and more fierce. Even the golden leopard roared and bit one of the monks.
"ah!"
A monk's leg was bitten and blood gushed out like a fountain, staining his clothes red and dripping all over the ground.
Seeing this, Fengjiu frowned, took out a dagger and threw it at the leopard with a swishing sound. The sharp aura of the blade was mixed with a cold murderous intent. The sudden crisis startled the golden leopard, and it instantly let go of the thigh it was biting, and quickly retreated to avoid the attack of the dagger, and at the same time, looked at the person who threw the attack.