Wuhuang is above

The little old man with a short stature and a funny face greeted him warmly.

"Welcome two adults to come to our town of bliss. I wonder if the two of you are here to obtain natural treasures, or to strengthen your own strength?"

Xi Yan said with a disdainful smile, "What kind of treasures can there be in this poor place like yours!"

The little old man rubbed his hands, walked around Xi Yan twice, and smiled, but what he said startled Xi Yan.

"We have whatever your lord wants, such as... Night Spirit Grass, hehehehe..."

Xi Yan's expression changed drastically, he pointed at the little old man on the ground who was only half his height, and looked at Feng Qingyu in horror.

"Sister, he he he he...how does he know us..."

Feng Qingyu didn't seem to care that the little old man knew their purpose, she walked to the side table and looked at the jet black tea set on the table.

"The hundred-year-old wandering spirit grass can easily confuse human monks below the state of fusion. It seems that your plan is not small!"

"But this tea is useless to him. He just broke through the Tribulation Realm a few days ago. If you don't want your poor place to be cut by his sword, you should put it away early."

Feng Qingyu looked around at everything, the light inside was very dim, and there were a few practitioners sitting around, pushing and changing cups, drinking exactly the kind of tea Feng Qingyu pointed out just now.

The little old man froze, walked over gently, stared at Feng Qingyu for two seconds, and suddenly grinned.

"My lord was joking. I don't even know what you're talking about. If you don't like it, I'll change it for you!"

Feng Qingyu pressed the delicately dressed little old man's hand, and sure enough, the back of the little old man's hand was extremely cold.

"Sister, what's going on?"

Feng Qingyu lowered her eyelids and explained: "Oh, it's nothing, they can't hurt you, but they are more aggressive."

"This little old man is a corpse, and the people you see around are all controlled by this little old man, or that... thing behind him!"

I didn't know how to explain to Xi Yan about Youjie, so Feng Qingyu used the word "thing" to describe it.

boom! !

Suddenly, a loud noise came from the side, and a man with a rough figure directly overturned the table and came in front of Feng Qingyu.

"Hey, what are you talking about, you bitch, who is controlling us? Do you dare to say it again!"

"Believe it or not, my fist will smash your head!"

Xi Yan stood in front of Feng Qingyu, but with a hint of doubt on his face, he looked at the majestic, tall and muscular man in front of him.

The discomfort of hearing that the little old man was a corpse just now was suppressed.

"Sister, you said they were controlled?"

"En!" Feng Qingyu didn't panic at all, but drank the tea in her hand that she called the wandering spirit grass.

"Tsk tsk, the taste is a bit bland, but the year is still good. It seems that when I left Youjie, I brought a lot of good things!"

After the word Youjie exited, the little old man took two steps back one after another, leaning his hands on the table behind him, but the next moment his eyes glistened with blood, and he yelled at the man in front of Xiyan.

"Do you want Xiaoye Jianxin, kill them both, and I will give you everything you want!"

"Really...really?" The muscular man's eyes lit up, and when the little old man answered affirmatively, he looked at Feng Qingyu again with murderous intent.

"Little girl, she looks quite tender."

Seeing Xi Yan, who was half a head lower than him, the muscular man clashed his fists, causing a sonic boom.

"Sister, can I kill him?"