Fengjiu's eyes swept over them. There were only twenty-one of them. They all looked middle-aged, but they were definitely more than thirty or forty years old.
Among them, fifteen were at the Foundation Establishment stage, and the other six were at the Golden Core stage. Compared to those seen before, although these people had a bloodthirsty aura, they were not as cruel as the previous ones. However, there was still a strong smell of blood on their bodies, and it was obvious that they had killed many people.
She nodded and said, "Since everyone is here, let's go!" Then she walked towards the city.
However, everyone who heard her words was startled, and one of them asked, "Sir, they entered Baisui Mountain, so why don't we go in?"
"I'm not going in." She said without stopping or turning back.
The people behind frowned and asked in a bad tone: "Why are we here if we are not going in?" They originally planned to follow Xiang the guardian because they heard that she was capable and was the disciple of the palace master, but now they see that she is nothing special.
Feng Jiu in front stopped and glanced back at the man: "Are you questioning me?"
Seeing this, Xiang Hua hurriedly said, "Master, Aqiang didn't mean that." It's not like he hasn't seen her kill people before, nor has he never seen her cruel look, so he knew that her dignity should not be violated.
"I just want to ask, why don't we go in? Aren't we here to stop them from killing people and occupying land?" the middle-aged man asked in a deep voice, ignoring Xiang Hua's gesture.
"How dare you! Just obey the master's words. Why ask so many questions?" Du Fan shouted, glaring at the middle-aged man named Aqiang.
"We followed him because we heard from the guardian Xiang that the young master was the disciple of the palace master. We thought that the young master should be extraordinary. However, we didn't expect that we would be a little disappointed after seeing him. Could it be that the young master was afraid of their large numbers? Did he not dare to fight them? If so, what about rebuilding the Tianyuan Palace? What about reviving the reputation of the Tianyuan Palace?"
Fengjiu ignored him and set her eyes on Xiang Hua: "Is this the person you brought?"
Hearing this, Xiang Hua lowered his head slightly and said, "I'm sorry, sir." Any explanation would be pale. The further they distanced themselves, the further they would distance themselves. He stepped forward and kicked the middle-aged man, forcing him to kneel on the ground.
"Apologize to the young master."
"Xiang, Guardian, please let me go!" The middle-aged man struggled: "He is just a kid, he is not worthy of my kneeling!"
When Xiang Hua called them over, he only told them that Fengjiu was Chu Batian's disciple, the one holding the Qingfeng Sword. No one else said much to them, so they also thought that Fengjiu was a man.
Seeing this, Fengjiu smiled and gestured, "Let him go."
Seeing this, Xiang Hua glanced at her, then let go of his hand and let the man stand up. Unexpectedly, as soon as he stood up, he punched Feng Jiu and shouted angrily: "I want to see how much of the Palace Master's skills you have inherited!"
"A Qiang! You, you stop it!" Xiang Hua was shocked and wanted to step forward but was held back by others.
"Xiang, just watch! You said you brought us here to follow this kid, so you have to let us see what he is capable of. Is such a person really worthy of holding the Qingfeng Sword? And becoming our Palace Master?"