"You look after the child, I'll go out and take a look." She said to Leng Shuang, then walked out.
When I opened the door, I saw the ghosts falling to the ground and screaming. Rays of light were falling from the air, whipping the ghosts, making sharp whistling sounds.
When she saw the figures lying on the ground becoming very faint, like ghosts that were about to disappear at any time, her eyes moved slightly, and she raised her eyes to glance at the Taoist who was holding the dust-blowing brush and waving it lightly. She moved her fingers, and a silver needle was sandwiched between her two fingers, and with a whoosh, it shot towards the person in the air.
"call out!"
The silver needle was swept away by the Taoist's Fuchen, and he stopped whipping the ghosts. Instead, he glanced at Fengjiu with fierce eyes and shouted in a deep voice: "Who are you, kid? You actually associate with ghosts, you really deserve to die!"
As he spoke, Fu Chen waved his hand and sent a stream of air towards Feng Jiu.
"call out!"
The murderous aura was coming towards her, but Fengjiu dodged it calmly, glanced at the Taoist priest, and said, "Your first move was a killing move, could it be that you also regard me as a ghost?"
"Hahahaha! Boy, there is a road to heaven but you don't take it, so you break in from hell! What if I kill you?" The Taoist laughed loudly, his voice full of arrogance and cruelty, without the compassion of a Taoist.
“Young master, please leave quickly. This Taoist priest has reached the peak of foundation building. Don’t confront him head-on. Take my son and run for your life!” The man who staggered to his feet shouted at Fengjiu, thinking that if they could hold back the Taoist priest, they could give his son and the young man a chance to survive.
Feng Jiu glanced at them, but did not do as she was told. Instead, she slightly raised her eyes and glanced at the Taoist priest, with a faint smile on her lips: "Many people wanted to kill me along the way, but in the end, I killed them all."
Her voice was lazy and nonchalant. She really didn't take a mere cultivator at the peak of the foundation building stage seriously.
"If you leave now, I can spare your life." She said as she looked at the Taoist priest in mid-air, her expression serious, not as if she was joking.
However, the people present did not take her words seriously at all. In their opinion, this young man was not even a foundation-building cultivator, so how could he kill the old Taoist
The old Taoist thought the same thing, so after hearing her words, he smiled contemptuously: "You want to kill me? I'm afraid you don't have..."
Before he could finish his words, he saw the man in red who was lying on the ground was suddenly lifted up, and a long sword with a cold glow appeared in his hand. The man in red flashed before his eyes, and the next moment, he felt a pain in his chest, and his whole body stiffened. He looked at him and the sword in his hand in shock and disbelief.
"Qing, Qingfeng Sword! You, you..."
"Bang!"
Fengjiu kicked out and drew her sword at the same time. She looked at the Taoist priest falling to the ground and snorted coldly: "I told you to leave or not. This is the end."
The sword hit the Taoist priest right in the middle of his chest, and he died before he could even take a breath. Until his death, he had no idea who the young man in red was or why he was holding a Qingfeng sword. He could not understand why he, a cultivator at the peak of the foundation building stage, was killed by a young man who had not even established his foundation yet.