Down below, Duan Ye and Ning Lang who accidentally looked up were also in shock. Their eyes unconsciously dodged from the sword's cold green glint.
The Qingfeng sword!
It was indeed the Qingfeng sword! Surprisingly, Feng Jiu held the Qingfeng sword in her hand. After all, how many things did they not know about this person?
At that moment, when they thought that they already knew her very well, she suddenly revealed another side that they could have never imagined before. It made them think that whatever they had learned about her before was only the tip of the iceberg.
"Feng Jiu! Who the hell are you!"
Three figures arrived in front of Feng Jiu. They waved those disciples who rushed up at them to retreat, then looked at the youth who now showed her identity as a Golden Core mid-stage cultivator. Their eyes were grim.
