"Bang!"
She only kicked the person in front of her, and that person flew out, naturally hitting several people behind her. For a moment, those people groaned and fell to the ground.
She smiled awkwardly and said, "It seems like I used too much strength."
Fengjiu smiled slightly and said nothing, just glanced at those people indifferently.
"You bitch! How dare you kick me!" Maybe she was used to being a bully in this city, so she fell to the ground in a mess. She immediately jumped up and punched Ye Feifei with a fierce look in her eyes.
"Hit a woman?" Du Fan raised his eyebrows, retracted the fan that was fanning his chest from time to time, and kicked out again without even moving his hands.
“Crack!”
With a click, the monk's arm, which was swung with a fist, was kicked in the knuckles by Du Fan's toes. With a click, the bone broke, and immediately, a shrill scream came out from the monk's mouth.
"ah!"
The sound broke the surrounding bustle and noise. Everyone turned around to look at the source of the sound. When they saw that the monk who collected fees from vendors in the city had his hand bones broken by someone, surprise and astonishment appeared on their faces.
"Who are these people? How dare they beat up that tiger?"
"He looks like a new face. He must be from somewhere else."
"He even dares to fight against the local tyrants. He is truly fearless."
"Tsk, I guess Wang Lao Hu saw that the two girls were pretty and wanted to take advantage of them. This time, he didn't get any advantage, but got his hand broken instead. He deserves it."
People around were whispering, some were worried, some were curious, and some were gloating.
The city lord looked at the person on the ground, frowned, and said to Feng Jiu, "Miss Feng, the forces in this city are complicated, so let it go to avoid any more trouble."
"Well, let's go!" Fengjiu said, and did not pay any attention to the man, but walked forward with the city lord.
“Want to leave? Do you think you can leave after you kick my arm off?” The man stared at Feng Jiu and Du Fan with a ferocious look on his face: “Why don’t you ask me about my name, King Lao Hu! Today, none of you can leave!”
While shouting, he released a signal in his hand, which rang out in the air with a whoosh.
Seeing this, Fengjiu raised the corners of her lips slightly, as if she was smiling.
The city lord frowned and stepped forward, asking, "Which force are you from?"
"Old man, why do you care which faction I belong to? I am someone you cannot afford to offend!" The monk whose hand bone was broken shouted in a gloomy voice. He stretched out his hand to push the city lord, trying to push him back, but found that no matter how hard he tried, he could not make him retreat even half a step. He could not help but get angry and pointed at him and said, "You, you guys just wait! Don't run if you have the guts!"
"presumptuous!"
The city lord shouted in a calm voice and flicked his sleeves, releasing his mighty pressure, which immediately made them kneel down without being able to stand.
"People like you are not worthy of being immortal cultivators!" The city lord said in a calm voice. He raised his hand and was about to destroy their cultivation when he was stopped by Fengjiu.
"I can just have people destroy this kind of people. There's no need to dirty your hands." Feng Jiu smiled faintly, and glanced at Wang Yu: "Destroy their cultivation."