Xiang Feng glanced at the old man and his pupils couldn't help but shrink.
In the latter, he felt an extremely strong crisis.
The opponent's strength is definitely stronger than that of a seven-star peak martial saint like Chang Zhen'an, and he may have reached the level of an eight-star martial saint.
"Ahem, please take it easy. The opponent is an early-stage Eight-Star Martial Saint. Even if you can use my power, you are still no match for this person. What's more, you can't use my power today."
The symbol solemnly reminded him that he was afraid that if Xiang Feng acted impulsively, he would get into trouble, which would cause serious trouble.
"I'm not stupid! Don't worry, I will keep a low profile."
Xiang Feng replied, and then seriously glanced at the people in front of him.
Except for this old man who is an eight-star martial saint, there is no strong person among the few people in front of him, not even a seven-star martial saint, and the strongest are only two six-star martial saints.
The rest…
His cultivation level is even less than that of a six-star martial saint. He is at the level of a four-star martial saint or a five-star martial saint. He looks relatively young, less than thirty years old.
"People from the Duan family? Do you want to ask me to accuse you?"
While looking at these people, Xiang Feng couldn't help but murmur in his heart.
At the same time, a wisp of fragrant wind blew across my face.
Duan Jing walked to his side, stared at the members of the Duan family and said: "Elder, I didn't expect you to be released from seclusion? However, the news you heard is false. Duan Ping and his family were not killed by my junior brother.
Instead, I will kill them all. If you want to avenge them, just come to me directly."
"Fart! Duan Jing, how could you possibly kill Duan Qian and Duan Xi, let alone the third master!"
"Did Duan Jing forget that she is just a waste?"
"She jumped out in such a hurry to try to make up for her junior brother's guilt. Could it be that she has a crush on her junior brother?"
As soon as Duan Jing finished speaking, various mocking sounds came from the mouths of many young people from the Duan family surrounding Xiang Feng.
When he heard what they said, Xiangfeng's pupils shrank sharply.
These bastards dare to speak rudely to senior sister!
Really looking for death!
If he hadn't been afraid of the eight-star martial saint of the Duan family, Xiang Feng would have taken action directly and killed these people.
However, the Duan family is quite strong, even the Eight-Star Martial Saint has emerged.
He had previously thought that the strongest person in the Duan family might not even have the level of a Seven-Star Martial Saint.
"Crack!"
Suddenly, a sound of breaking wind sounded.
Duan Jing's figure disappeared from the spot, appeared in front of a young man from the Duan family, and slapped him to the ground.
"Duan Lang, do you still think that I am not capable of killing Duan Ping and his family?"
Duan Jing looked at the young man who was knocked over by her and asked again.
Duan Lang is Duan Jing's cousin and the eldest son of the second master of the Duan family. He is now twenty-five years old and has reached the level of a five-star martial arts saint. He is undoubtedly the leader among the younger generation of the Duan family.
Therefore, everyone in the Duan family was stunned when they saw Duan Lang being knocked over by Duan Jing without even the strength to resist. Everyone in the Duan family gasped.
"Isn't Duan Jing a useless person in cultivation? How could she suddenly become so strong?"
"Inheritance! She must have had some bad luck in the Blood Shadow Gate ruins and obtained the inheritance of the divine realm!"
"Yes, it must be a divine inheritance. I have already inquired about it. It seems that Duan Jing has a senior sister who has received a divine inheritance. That person should be Duan Jing."
"How can she, a loser, be qualified to receive a divine inheritance? This inheritance should belong to us, and Duan Jing must hand over the inheritance."
For a time, many strong men in the Duan family looked at Duan Jing with eyes full of intense salivation.
Duan Jing narrowed her eyes, and then said to the Great Elder Duan Zhange: "Great Elder, you don't care if they seek death like this? Or are you starting to covet my inheritance of the divine realm?"
Originally, she wanted to persuade the First Elder to take charge of the younger generation of the Duan family.
But when she looked towards the great elder, she found that the great elder was also looking at her with burning eyes.
This made Duan Jing feel cold inside.
Soon, the voice of the great elder Duan Zhange rang out, "Duan Jing, you are too presumptuous. Just because you have obtained the inheritance, can you not take our Duan family seriously? I order you to talk to your junior brother immediately,
Follow me back to the Duan family and wait for the Duan family to deal with it. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being rude!"
As he spoke, spiritual energy surged from his body, locking Duan Jing firmly.
In his eyes, there was unabashed desire and covetousness.
That is the inheritance of the divine realm!
Although he already has the cultivation level of an Eight-Star Martial Saint, he still doesn't know if he can hope to step into the realm of gods in this life just by practicing alone.
But if he could get something from the inheritance of the divine realm that Duan Jing obtained, it might be able to help him break through.
Therefore, he must snatch this inheritance.
And, as soon as possible!
Otherwise, Duan Jing's father will definitely interfere.
"Oh……"
When Duan Jing heard Duan Zhange's words, she couldn't help but laugh, but her smile was a little sad.
The people of the Duan family would not care about his identity at all, but instead valued her inheritance more.
"Junior brother, what should I do?"
Duan Jing stopped talking nonsense with Duan Zhange and turned to look towards Feng.
I originally wanted to use my status to help Xiang Feng say a few words.
Now it seems that everything is in vain.
It's just my fault that my cultivation level is a bit poor, otherwise there would be no need to say any more nonsense when things have reached this stage.
"Since you can't defeat them, then just be patient..."
Xiang Feng smiled slightly, patted Duan Jing's shoulder and said.
Duan Jing shook her head, "Although I feel a little uncomfortable, I have long been used to it. When I am stronger than them in the future, I will say this again."
"That's good!"
Xiang Feng was relieved.
Then, he looked at Ji Suyi who was not far away and said, "Miss Suyi, you're done!"
"Little things!"
Ji Suyi immediately walked over and said to Duan Zhange: "Hello, Elder Duan, my name is Ji Suyi, and Ji Gang, the president of Dayun Auction House Headquarters, is my father."
"She is the princess of Dayun Auction House?"
"Go ahead, this is the real top second-generation figure in our Wuyue Province!"
"She looks different from Xiang Feng. What is she doing?"
When Ji Suyi announced her identity, everyone around her suddenly became interested and looked curious.
Duan Zhange frowned, but still clasped his fists and said, "Miss Ji, what's the matter with you?"
Ji Suyi said: "Both Xiang Feng and Duan Jing are my friends. Therefore, can Elder Duan please look out for my face and stop embarrassing them?"
Duan Zhange's face suddenly turned ugly and he said, "Miss Ji..."
Ji Suyi interrupted him directly, "Isn't Elder Duan going to give me face?"
The tone is strong and does not give any face at all.
Duan Zhange's pupils gradually shrank into a slit, and he felt extremely unhappy, but he couldn't help it.
There is no way, the foundation of Dayun Auction House is far beyond what their small Duan family can offend.
Even now, there is not even a high-level martial saint around Ji Suyi.
"Xiang Feng, my young master Yuan Yan, my brother Yuan Dian, were they all killed by you?"
At this moment, a clear drink filled with murderous intent suddenly sounded.
Before the sound even fell, a large number of leaves flew down from the sky, followed by a group of figures flying over.
The speaker's gaze is like a sword, directed towards the wind.
Just this look made Xiang Feng want to be shot dead on the spot.