Black-bellied Goddess: The Demon King of Cold Love Abducts Home

Chapter 35 The Strong Is King

When they went downstairs, the eyes of the people below were all on Feng Qinghuang, both angry and searching.Although a little strange, Feng Qinghuang walked down calmly and asked.

"May I ask why you are looking for a little girl, but what is there to offend you?" You are neither humble nor overbearing, and you are not afraid of the eyes of the crowd. If you are weak to these people, they will think you are easy to bully.

"It was you who let those two go?" One of the older ones stepped forward and questioned, releasing the coercion by the way, Feng Qinghuang's attitude made him feel offended.

At the Golden Core stage, Feng Qinghuang's body trembled and took a few steps back. When the old man withdrew his coercion, Feng Qinghuang and the people beside him relaxed a bit.

Although Feng Qinghuang's reaction was a little different from what he thought, the old man still proudly twirled his long beard.Feng Qinghuang sneered in her heart, even a Jindan stage was so rampant, but she didn't know the real master.

There should be real masters in the Mountain of No Return, and it will be difficult to seal it under their noses.

"What two people?" Feng Qinghuang felt a little puzzled.

"I still don't admit it!" The old man was furious, and directly attacked Feng Qinghuang. Feng Qinghuang avoided it sideways, and struck at the slightest disagreement. How did these people grow so big? Didn't she know the human nature of this world a long time ago? What about disappointment and anger? When Feng Qinghuang lost his mind, the old man shot Feng Qinghuang again.

Feng Qinghuang's eyes turned cold and he was about to fight back. Lan Mingshang's bodyguard put the sword on the old man's neck first.

"This... this young hero, this is our grievance, young hero...why should you meddle in your own business." The old man looked at the guard slightly flatteringly, and stared nervously at the sword on his neck.

Hypocrisy, that's how it looks when you meet a strong one, Feng Qinghuang walked up to the old man and smiled and said, "If the old man refers to the two mistresses in the firewood room, I didn't let them go."

"Oh? That's all a misunderstanding. Since it's a misunderstanding, let's forget it. It's not an important person anyway." The old man flattered the guard.

"Hehe, although I didn't let them go, but... I really want to let them go, why do you want to settle accounts with me?"

Feng Qinghuang's unbeatable appearance immediately angered many people, and many people at the side drew their swords and pointed at Feng Qinghuang.

The sword in the guard's hand approached the old man's neck again, bright red blood flowed out slowly, and the old man hurriedly shouted to stop.

Although some people also shouted to stop, they just took the opportunity to intensify the conflict. Who would not want to get rid of a coercive threat at this time.

There were also a few people who shot at Feng Qinghuang, Feng Qinghuang raised his hand for a few turns, knocked everyone's swords to the ground, and returned to the spot to look at them ironically.

"People who have their own ghosts and pretend to be immortals, it's no wonder that they can't enter any authentic sects, and no one like you dares to ask for it?"

Feng Qinghuang condemned every word, most of these people showed anger and resentment in their eyes, but none of them dared to stand up to refute or resist.

Such a group of people made Feng Qinghuang extremely disappointed, "Let him go." Feng Qinghuang said to the guard, then turned and left, and the guard followed behind Feng Qinghuang.

"You have good sword skills, what's your name?"

(End of this chapter)