Chapter 976 Chapter 976 Not Qualified to Know

She looked away, turned to the steward of the underground market on the other side, and asked, "You are in charge of this place?"

The steward was drinking tea when he suddenly heard the voice, looked up and saw that the young man had a handsome face and a good temperament, so he put down the teacup in his hand and asked with a smile: "The goods here are all under my control, but the young master wants to buy a few. A servant? What do you want? I can let someone introduce you to the son. ? ??? 81 Chinese w8w?w?.?811?z8w1.?c?o8m?"

Feng Jiu glanced at him and said, "The little fat man who was sent just now, give me more attention, don't kill and maim people."

Hearing this, the smile on the steward's face faded, looked him up and down, and asked, "What do you mean by that, son?"

"Can't you understand? He's mine, I want to teach him a lesson with your hands, but don't kill me and maim me. This time, do you understand?"

"Hehehe, the son is really joking. We buy all the goods here with money. It's good to buy a little fat man just now, but how can we say that he is a son of the son? Besides, we are the little fat man. If you keep things that are of great use, if you buy back three hundred silver coins, you can sell them for more than three hundred silver coins."

Feng Jiu hooked her lips: "You're not the one who made the decision here, go ahead! Call your boss out."

Hearing this, he was not happy, and his face became gloomy: "Where is the kid? Don't look at what this place is, dare to come here to make trouble? Come on! Shoot him out!"

"go out!"

Four cultivators gathered around, and one of them stepped forward and wanted to grab Feng Jiu by the collar and drag him out. Unexpectedly, the young man raised his eyes lazily, and his cold eyes attacked with coercion. The aura and coercion of the strong man spread out in an instant, making the cultivator only feel a murderous aura, and the trembling of ice cold fear surged from the soles of his feet, reaching his heart. The strong impact and coercion made his heart ache. While trembling with fear, cold sweat oozes out of his forehead, his legs softened, and he fell down with a thud.

The people present were all cultivators, including two foundation-building cultivators, and even the steward was a middle-stage foundation-building cultivator. Seeing the coercion released by the red-clothed boy, they were also shocked, with shock in their eyes. with astonishment.

How could a 16- or 17-year-old boy have such terrifying pressure and aura? What the hell is going on with this boy?

"You, who the hell are you?" The steward knew that the other party was extraordinary, so he didn't dare to confront him again, he could only ask in a trembling voice. A Jindan cultivator is not terrible.

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

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

If he heard this just now, the steward would have scolded him, but at this moment, when he saw that he didn't even have a hand, he let a base-building cultivator fall to the ground with his legs soft, and he no longer dared to be slighted. with dissatisfaction.

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

"This gentleman please, I'll go and invite our president." The steward wiped his cold sweat, bent over and led the way, leading Feng Jiu to the living room.