She withdrew her gaze, turned to the manager of the underground market on the other side, and asked, "You're in charge of this place?"

The manager was drinking tea. Suddenly, he heard the sound. He looked up and saw that the young man looked handsome and had a good temperament. Then he put down the tea cup in his hand and asked with a smile: "The goods here are all under my control. How many slaves do you want? What do you want? I can give you an introduction to the young master."

Feng Jiu glanced at him and said, "The little fat man I just sent me, look at me more, don't kill and mess up."

Hearing this, the smile on the manager's face calmed down, looked him up and down, and asked, "What does the young master mean?"

"Don't you understand? I will teach him a lesson through your hands, but don't kill and mess with me. Do you understand this time?"

"Haha, the young master is really joking. We bought all the goods here with money. I just bought a little fat man, but why did you say he is the young master? Besides, we keep that little fat man for great use. We bought three hundred silver coins and sold more than three hundred silver coins."

Feng Jiu curled her lips and said, "You are not the one who makes the decision here yet, go ahead and call out your officials."

When he heard this, he was dissatisfied and his face turned gloomy: "Where is the little ghost? I don't look at where this place is. I dare to come here to make trouble? People come! Blow him out!"

"go out!"

Four monks surrounded him, and one of them stepped forward and wanted to pull Feng Jiu's collar to drag him out. Unexpectedly, the boy raised his eyes lazily, and his cold eyes were filled with pressure. The momentum and pressure of the strong man spread out in an instant, making the monk feel a murderous aura. The cold trembling in fear surged from the soles of his feet and reached his heart. While the strong impact and pressure made him tremble, cold sweat oozed out of his forehead, his legs softened, and he fell down with a bang.

All the people present were monks, including two foundation-building monks. Even the manager was a mid-stage foundation-building monk. When they saw the pressure released by the boy in red, they were shocked, with shock and shock in their eyes.

How could a 16 or 17-year-old boy have such terrible pressure and momentum? Who is this boy from?

"You, who are you?" The manager knew the other party Bufan and did not dare to confront each other head-on. He could only ask in a trembling voice. A Jindan monk was not scary.

However, a 16 or 17-year-old Jindan cultivator is extremely terrifying. What kind of talent does he need to cultivate the Golden Dan cultivation level at the age of sixteen or seventeen?

Feng Jiu glanced at him lazily, and his casual voice was cold: "You are not qualified to know yet."

If he had heard this just now, the manager would have scolded him, but at this moment, seeing that he had not even had a move, a foundation-building monk fell to the ground with his legs weak, and he no longer dared to feel any negligence or dissatisfaction.

This is the world. If you show strong strength, you will naturally be treated and respected by others. As for the weak, no one will take him seriously.

"Please, please, this young man, I'll invite our president." The manager wiped his cold sweat, bent down and led the way, leading Fengjiu to the living room inside.
Chapter completed!