Chapter 985 Chapter 985 Stop Fighting

Feng Jiu looked back and saw a young man in brocade clothes was standing in front of Tunyun, looking at the white little Tunyun with a look of surprise. The outstretched hand wanted to hold Tun Yun up. Eight? One Chinese? w≤w≥w≥. ≈8≈1≤z=w≈. ≈c≥om

"It's not for sale." Feng Jiu said, called out, and Tun Yun jumped to her feet.

"I offer a high price, you sell me!" The boy said, and came to Feng Jiu's side.

Hearing this, Feng Jiu couldn't help hooking her lips and glanced at the young man: "Do you think I look like someone who lacks people?"

The young man looked at him up and down, and then he noticed the extraordinary popularity. Seeing that his clothes were all top-quality, especially the colorful glazed feather on his waist that was half-covered by the robe was even more dazzling.

"Then I will exchange things with you." He changed his words.

Feng Jiu ignored him, but after glancing at him coldly, she walked upstairs with swallowing clouds.

The young man was swept away by that glance, and only felt a chill rise from the soles of his feet, reaching his heart, but when he saw him going upstairs and wanted to say something else, Duan Ye stretched out his hand and pushed him rudely: "What are you doing? Don't you need to clean up?"

"What are you pushing me for!" The young man was furious, staring at the baby-faced Duan Ye. Compared to the cold eyes of the red-clothed boy, this baby-faced boy didn't have the kind of shocking aura, so he wasn't afraid.

"Stay away from us!" Duan Ye snorted coldly, put aside his words in warning, turned around and walked upstairs, but at this time, his robe was stepped on, almost making him rush forward.

"Ah! I'm sorry, I accidentally stepped on your robe." The young man said apologetically, but his face was full of provocation.

Duan Ye was not a master who suffered losses. Seeing that this young man dared to step on his robe from behind, his baby face suddenly turned gloomy.

"boom!"

"Hey!

A kick landed on the young man's chest, kicking his whole body and flying out, causing him to fall to the ground for a long time and couldn't stand up.

"Three young masters!"

The guards outside came quickly, and while they were helping them up, two of them pulled out the long swords around their waists and attacked Duan Ye and Ning Lang: "Dare to hit my young master, you are courting death!"

Ning Lang was staring at Duan Ye's trampled robe, and when he saw there was a footprint on it, he was about to laugh when he saw Duan Ye who turned around and kicked the boy out with one foot, he was stunned. He opened his mouth and was stunned when several guards rushed in from outside, some helped the young man up, and some drew their swords and slashed at them, making him suddenly come back to his senses.

"What did you cut me for? I didn't kick your young master!" He shouted while dodging, and punched out, hitting one of the guards in the eye.

"Ah! My eyes..."

"Damn! You two boys!"

The other two guards also followed, the long sword attacked, the sword light and sword shadow passed by, and the flying attack fell in the inn, which shocked some ordinary residents to avoid, while some monks were still sitting, with great interest staring at the fighting people.

The shopkeeper of the inn hid on the counter, looked at the messy first floor, and shouted with a sad face: "Several masters, several young masters, stop beating, stop beating, and hit my shop again. Gotta smash it, ah..."

Just as he was shouting, he saw a sword shadow coming towards him, so frightened that he squatted down quickly, feeling the sword shadow slashed on top of his head, he wiped his cold sweat, and crawled out with his hands and feet.