Just when Feng Lang was trying his best to think of words, just to make his sister not sad and willing to hand over the little white tiger, something unexpected happened to him and Qin Dong was surprised at the same time.
The casual cultivators who were originally scattered around Qingyuan, busy working on their own, suddenly surrounded them. And all of them had angry expressions on their faces, as if they wanted to eat Qin Dong and the others alive.
Feeling the strong hostility from the surroundings, Qin Dong subconsciously summoned Hu Li, Xiao Ting, Qing Ying, Qing Yu and Zhou Wei to his side, and at the same time, he was on full alert in case of any eventuality.
"Uncle Quan, you came just in time. They bullied me and my brother." As soon as the young girl saw the group of casual cultivators gathered around, a touch of surprise flashed across her pretty face. She hugged the king and walked towards a man of about fifty. In front of the next-year first-level monk, he said coquettishly. [
When Uncle Quan heard this, a look of anger immediately appeared on his face. The expressions of the other casual cultivators were also the same. They stared at Qin Dong and the others as if they were about to spit out fire.
"You are so brave! You dare to bully Daxia Feng's sister. Do you not want to live anymore?" Uncle Quan roared repeatedly, which immediately aroused a thunderous response among the casual cultivators.
"Feng Daxia is our protector. Without him, those of us will always be bullied by the seven sects. Feng Daxia has done so much for us, and now these bastards are bullying Daxia Feng's sister. Everyone Say, what should we do?" Uncle Quan's instigation skills were absolutely top-notch. Before his impassioned words came to fruition, a group of hundreds of casual cultivators were already ready to take action.
Such momentum is astonishing. Qin Dong also did not expect that Fenglang would have such appeal in this Qingyuan. Not to mention Xiao Ting, Hu Li, and Qing Ying, the five of them were shocked by the situation in front of them, and they felt vaguely like rats crossing the street.
"Hmph! Let's see if you still dare to steal my little gold!" The girl said in relief when she saw Qin Dong and others being surrounded by a crowd.
"It's not called Xiaojin, it's called Dawang!" Qingyu was about the same age as the girl, but couldn't see the girl's proud expression. Regardless of the current situation, he shouted softly.
"Yu'er!" Afraid of Qingyu suffering a loss, Qingying hurriedly held her in his arms and protected her personally.
"You talk back! Uncle Quan, teach her a lesson for me!" The girl was so angry that she pouted and shouted at Uncle Quan.
Uncle Quan was obedient. As soon as the girl finished speaking, Uncle Quan turned into a phantom and grabbed Qingyu straight away.
"How dare you!" Qingying could not let Qingyu get hurt, she yelled out loud, which shocked Uncle Quan's heart and his body was in chaos. At this moment of chaos, Qingying's pink palm The force came out like a gust of wind, and before Uncle Quan could react, it tightly grasped his veins. With a slight exertion, a burst of pain suddenly spread throughout Uncle Quan's body, and his whole body softened.
"Girl, please show mercy!" Seeing Uncle Quan fall into Qingying's hands, Feng Lang's handsome face changed and he stood up. The right palm accumulated 60% of the spiritual power and struck at the clear shadow. At the same time, the left hand condensed the claws and hid behind the back, assuming a posture of attacking in the east and in the west.
After all, Qingying's actual combat experience is still shallow, not to mention that she is facing a fifth-level monk at this time. She has completely failed to see through Feng Lang's intentions. Seeing Feng Lang flying towards him, she is not polite. She stretches her right arm and the palm wind is far away. Right, go up.