"What about the other two?" She leaned against the tree, gently shaking the wine gourd in her hand, squinting her eyes, and her voice was a little nonchalant, like a cat basking in the afternoon sun, with a lazy air all over her body.
She looked at the demon cultivator with a strange smile on her face, and said slowly, "He's dead."
Hearing this, the demon cultivator's pupils shrank: "You killed them?"
Feng Jiu took a sip of wine and said, "No, they died under the claws of ferocious beasts. I saw them being torn into pieces by a group of ferocious beasts, and not even a bone was left."
As soon as these words came out, the people around them paused, and their eyes turned to the man in green. Those two demon cultivators were dead? How could he come back alive
According to what he said, he was not far away when the two demon cultivators were besieged and torn to pieces by a group of ferocious beasts? Thinking of this, everyone had different expressions, and pairs of eyes fell on the man in green with inquiry and scrutiny.
The demon cultivator who heard this couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart and took a step back for unknown reasons. He had originally been thinking of provoking trouble to deal with this young man, but now he couldn't help but hesitate.
He stared at the young man for a long time and saw that he looked indifferent and leisurely, with a lazy aura all over his body. He was neither surprised nor afraid, as if he didn't take him seriously. Seeing this, he quietly retreated and didn't dare to attack him.
Fengjiu stood leaning against a big tree, her half-closed eyes swept across the crowd calmly, taking in everyone's expressions. Her eyes fell on the cultivator she had taken a fancy to a few days ago.
A cultivator at the immortal saint level, full of murderous aura and with a strong body, such a person should be recruited under her command, but she still lacks an opportunity to subdue him.
Instead of recruiting them one by one, it is better to let them find her themselves.
With a thought in mind, she sat down cross-legged under the tree, took out a leg of roasted meat from the space and ate it while drinking wine, feeling so comfortable.
When the monks around smelled the aroma of meat, they couldn't help but turn their heads to look at the man in green. When they saw that scene, the corners of their mouths twitched.
Did this man do it on purpose? They hadn't smelled the aroma of meat for several months, but he was sitting there eating with wine and meat, which made them swallow their saliva.
They tried their best to restrain themselves from looking away from him, but the rich aroma of meat filled the air, making them take a deep breath involuntarily. However, the more they smelled the meat, the more their stomachs, which originally didn't feel very hungry, began to growl.
Listening to the bellies roaring like drums, although everyone kept a straight face, many of them still had a hint of embarrassment in their expressions. After all, they were once the best, but now, just a leg of barbecue made them lose face.
Asking them to lose face and snatch food in front of so many people would be embarrassing, so the faces of those demon cultivators and evil cultivators all darkened, staring at the contented Feng Jiu with sinister eyes, and they all thought at the same time: find a chance to kill this guy, they believed that there must be food in his space!
"I'm planning to form a team. Is anyone among you interested?" Feng Jiu asked directly, her eyes sweeping over the cultivators.