Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

She regained her gaze and turned to the management of the underground market on the other side, asking, "Is it all here?"

The manager was drinking tea, and he couldn't help but hear the sound. He looked up and saw that the young boy was beautiful and handsome. Then he put down the teacup in his hand and asked: "The goods here are all under my control, but the son is going to buy a few." A slave? What do you want? I can introduce people to the son."

Feng Jiu glanced at him and said: "The little fat man who just sent it, give me more to look at, don't kill people and get rid of it."

When I heard this, the smile on the face of the tube was converged. I looked at him up and down and asked, "What does this mean for the son?"

"I don't understand? His own person, I want to give him a lesson by your hand, but don't kill people and kill me. This time, understand?"

"Hehehe, the son is really a joke, our goods here are all bought with money. Just bought a little fat man, but how can he say that he is a son? Then again, that little fat we are If you have a big use, buy back three hundred silver coins, and sell more than three hundred silver coins."

Feng Ji hooked his lips: "You are not the one who has the idea inside, go! Call out your main thing."

When he heard this, he was not happy, his face was gloomy: "Where is the little ghost? Don't look at the place here, dare to come here to mess? Come on! Give him a shot!"

"Go out!"

Four monks surrounded the front, and one of them went forward and tried to drag him out with the collar of Feng Jiu. It was expected that the young man’s lazy man was carrying a slap in the face, and the cold scorpion contained a threatening attack. The momentum and pressure of the strong man opened in an instant, letting the monk feel only a murderous attack. The trepidation of the cold and cold fear surged from the soles of the feet to the heart. The strong impact and pressure made him feel At the same time of trepidation, the forehead was oozing out of cold sweat, and the legs were soft and slammed down.

The people present were all monks, and there were two Zhuji monks. Even the manager was a mid-term monk. They saw the pressure from the red boy. They were also shocked and shocked. And wrong.

How can a 16-year-old boy have such terrible pressure and momentum? What is this boy, what is it?

"You, who are you?" The manager knew that the other person was extraordinary, and he did not dare to touch it hard. He could only tremble. A Golden Dan monk is not terrible.

However, a 16-year-old Jin Dan monk is extremely terrible. What kind of talent can he cultivate at the age of sixteen or seven?

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

If I heard this, I would be skunked, but at this moment, I saw that he did not even have a hand to let a Tsuiji monk’s legs fall softly on the ground, and he did not dare to have a slight scorn. And dissatisfied.

This is the world. You show great strength and naturally get the courtesy and respect of others. As for the weak, no one will put him in the eye.

"Please ask me in this son, I will ask our president." The manager wiped the cold sweat, bent over and led the way, leading the Phoenix to the living room.