If it were before today, the few followers of the Yinshan Hou Mansion present would not even take Mo Fengwu seriously.

But after the battle in the arena just now, these people no longer dare to underestimate the woman in front of them.

So when the leader took action at this time, he used ten of his power.

In an instant, the sword was swung down, and the sword edge came to Mo Fengwu's eyes in a blink of an eye.

At the same time, the powerful spiritual pressure of the third level of Qi training shrouded the surroundings like Mount Tai, making Mo Fengwu unable to move!

But seeing Mo Feng dancing motionless, the leader suddenly felt happy.

Sure enough, waste is waste.

Even if my skills seem to be good, so what?

He doesn’t even have spiritual roots, so he is destined to be an ant!

The leader was thinking in his mind, and a look of pride appeared on his face. But at the critical moment, he heard a whisper and suddenly passed through his ears.

"Isn't it a little early to be happy?"

What?

The leader was stunned. At this moment, he saw Mo Fengwu's beautiful eyes hidden under the grimace flashing like a vortex in the starry sky, and then punched him hard on the neck.

At such a close distance, the punch was hard and accurate.

So for a moment, there was only a scalp-numbing sound. The leader's neck instantly twisted into a terrifying arc like a broken branch.

With a muffled sound, his whole body hit the ground, and he lost all breath.

At this time, Mo Fengwu was not much better.

Because he has no spiritual roots, he cannot resist the powerful spiritual power. Therefore, the result of forcibly breaking through the opponent's spiritual pressure in just an instant is that the entire right arm is broken in multiple places and twisted into an arc!

But Mo Fengwu didn't seem to know the pain. He only glanced at it casually, then picked up the long sword on the ground and held it in his left hand.

Then he raised the tip of the sword and pointed it directly at the remaining followers of the Yinshan Marquis Mansion, with a wanton smile on his lips.

"As agreed, today, no one... can even think of running away!" |

The moment he finished speaking, Mo Fengwu transformed into a ghost and rushed over.

**

After a quarter of an hour, the battle finally ended.

The surrounding area was a mess, with dead bodies everywhere.

There was only a slender figure standing in the center, covered in blood, but still standing straight.

Mo Fengwu held the sword in one hand and looked around to make sure there was no one left alive before throwing away the long sword in his hand. At the same time, he took out a piece of broken silver from his arms and threw it towards the entrance of the courtyard.

"It's a bit short, so just make do with it, I owe you a favor!"

"Haha, Miss Mo has entrusted me with this responsibility, so I am naturally responsible!"

The middle-aged man I met in the arena didn't know how long he had been watching there. Hearing the words, he responded with a smile, and then he didn't mind it. He bent down to pick up the broken silver and put it into his arms.

"However, Miss Mo seems to have remembered it wrong. It was not one favor, but two."

Mo Fengwu glanced at him, smiled softly, turned around and left without saying anything.

Looking at Mo Fengwu's leaving figure, the middle-aged man also smiled and said nothing. After a moment, he waved, and then the servant behind him ordered:

"Go and tidy up this place. Also, prepare to close the market."

"Closing the market? Sir, we..."

The servant was stunned. You must know that if the market is closed, it means that the market is completely useless. And they have been operating this place in Shiliji for several years. The sudden closure of the market is really...

But before the servant finished speaking, the middle-aged man turned to look at him and said:

"Do as I say!"
Chapter completed!