Just as the four of them were about to start fighting, an energetic man's voice came from far and near.
Then a man dressed in moonlight white, handsome, with handsome features, thin body, a little unstable, and holding a sword appeared next to the four of them. He was Jiang Feixun, the captain of the demon hunting team.
There were two men and one woman following behind him. The two men were one tall and one short. One was wearing a dark red shirt and the other was wearing a black outfit. They were equally thin, but their facial features and temperament could not be said to be very good.
Call it ordinary.
The two of them are the two people with the highest cultivation level in this demon hunting team except for the captain Jiang Feixun.
The tall one's name is Wen Feng. He has reached the peak of the sixth level of Foundation Establishment. Judging from his aura, he is probably only a hair away from breaking through to the seventh level of Foundation Establishment.
The short one is called Umbrella Yu, and he is at the sixth level of Foundation Establishment. However, he has just broken through the sixth level of Foundation Establishment, and his aura is still unstable. He is still a lot worse than Wen Feng next to him, and he is still far from the seventh level of Foundation Establishment.
There is still quite a distance.
When the two of them saw the tense atmosphere between Zhao Zheng and Wang Qiushui, they frowned, and then a look of contempt appeared in their eyes, obviously they looked down on the behavior of these four people.
As for the woman behind Jiang Feixun, she was dressed in blue clothes, with a high bun on her head, and she looked very good.
She is not as overly dignified and vigilant as Chen Ting, but also lacks some of Wang Qiu Shui's unrestrained behavior. Her eyes are as cold as autumn water, very endearing, and her beauty can be said to be extraordinary even if it is not to say that it will make a country beautiful.
Style.
There was neither contempt nor overemphasis in her eyes, she just watched the confrontation between the four people in front of her with great interest, and a smile appeared on her face unconsciously.
Her name is Mo Cailian, and she has a fifth-level cultivation base. She is considered to be the female with the highest cultivation base in the demon hunting team.
"Brother Jiang, what can the slave family do?"
"Brother Sang didn't just protect Sister Chen when he got into trouble, but he forgot about us teammates who fought side by side!"
When he saw Captain Jiang Feixun asking questions, Wang Qiushui, who was wearing revealing clothes and having a slutty personality, was the first to step forward, with a coquettish look on his face, and was about to lean on Captain Jiang Feixun as he spoke.
Wang Qiushui's behavior naturally aroused the contempt of Mo Cailian, who shot Wang Qiushui a cold look.
Seeing Mo Cailian looking down on her, Wang Qiushui pursed his lips and scolded her hundreds of times in his heart.
Seeing how you pretend to be so innocent, you still don’t know what Cheng Huan looks like under a man!
Bah, you bitch, I will make you look good one day!
While Wang Qiushui was silently cursing Mo Cailian in his heart, Jiang Feixun, who was standing beside him, had quietly moved away to avoid Wang Qiushui's approach.
This move made Wang Qiu Shui clenched her silver teeth again, and her face became distorted.
However, Wang Qiushui is also a person who has been among casual cultivators all year round, and his ability to observe words and expressions is also quite good. It only took a moment for his face to return to that charming color, which made Umbrella Yu next to him feel his mouth go dry for a while.
However, this Wang Qiushui is really a master who can stir up dissension. He puts Sang Qingmu in front of everyone as soon as he opens his mouth. His thoughts are really vicious.
After listening to Wang Qiushui's words, captain Jiang Feixun also had a hint of impatience in his eyes, and then looked at Sang Qingmu, who was holding a green wooden sword, and Chen Ting, who was barely standing beside him, with a scrutinizing look.
When he came, he saw Sang Qingmu and Chen Ting, but before he could ask, Wang Qiushui got the better of him.
Naturally, he would not believe Wang Qiushui's words, but he would not just let this matter go.
You must know that as the captain of this demon hunting team, it is not easy to form such a demon hunting team. He will never allow anyone to do small tricks behind his back.
You must know that with his cultivation at the eighth level of foundation building, the demon hunting team he formed will naturally consist of more than these eight people.
The newly formed demon hunting team originally had twenty-four people. However, due to the discord among the casual cultivators, civil strife broke out, and the members who died in the mouth of the monster beast, their demon hunting team
Naturally, there were only eight people left.
Among them, Wang Qiushui is the widow of a previous member. He received the favor from her dead husband. After Wang Qiushui established the foundation, he took her to hunt monsters in the sea and make a living.
As for the remaining three people, Zhao Zheng, Sang Qingmu and Chen Ting, they all joined their demon hunting team later, and their loyalty is not very high.
The reason why he still took these people to hunt monsters together was not because he was kind-hearted, but because there was something he still needed them to do.
"Captain Jiang, this Wang Qiushui is obviously talking nonsense!"
"This monster was obviously hunted by Daoyou Chen and I together. According to the team rules, the harvest is naturally ours."
"But fellow Taoist fellows Zhao Zheng and Wang Qiushui wanted to take advantage of us. They wanted to seize the spoils of war while I and fellow Taoist Chen were injured."
Naturally, Sang Qingmu would not let Wang Qiushui talk nonsense. He would go straight to the topic as soon as he opened his mouth, making people understand the intentions of Wang Qiushui and Zhao Zheng as soon as they heard it.
After hearing what Sang Qingmu said, Chen Yuting naturally moved forward and stood next to Sang Qingmu, obviously supporting Sang Qingmu.
Seeing this situation, Wang Qiushui cried again, squeezed out a few tears, and said in a weak voice:
"I didn't expect Brother Sang to miss me and fellow Taoist Zhao Zheng so much, but our efforts to support Brother Sang and Sister Chen were in vain!"
As he spoke, he sobbed again and took the opportunity to glance at Zhao Zheng who was standing aside.
Although Zhao Zheng has well-developed limbs and a reckless personality, he and Wang Qiu Shui have known each other for many years. Ever since Wang Qiu Shui's husband died, he has always wanted to get Wang Qiu Shui, so naturally he has some tacit understanding with her.
He also hurriedly said:
"We were hunting monsters from a distance. When we saw this eight-clawed octopus attacking Brother Sang and Sister Chen, we came here to help."
"Then have you ever hurt this monster?"
Jiang Feixun asked Zhao Zheng with a serious face.
"No, the monster was killed by Brother Sang before we even got there."
Zhao Zheng told Jiang Feixun what happened again with some outspokenness.
"Idiot!"
Wang Qiushui gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, looking as if he hated iron.
"Then since you didn't help, Brother Sang and Sister Chen naturally killed this thing, and it will naturally belong to them, so there's no problem!"
Jiang Feixun looked at Wang Qiushui with a warning look on his face and said.
"no problem"
Zhao Zheng answered directly.
Wang Qiushui on the side rolled his eyes and said with a weak look:
"It's a pity that my husband-in-law died early, and Qiu Shui is too weak to help Brother Jiang. I think I'll just let Qiu Shui live alone!"
"So as not to implicate several fellow Taoists!"
As he spoke, he was about to run away, but his movement was really slow, and he was immediately stopped by captain Jiang Feixun.
Hearing Wang Qiushui talking about his dead husband, Jiang Feixunjun's face twitched and he had to step forward to stop Wang Qiushui who was about to fly away and said:
"Brother Changsheng has been very kind to me. How can I, Jiang Feixun, let my sister, you, hunt monster beasts alone? Anyone who dislikes you, sister Qiushui, is going against me, Jiang Feixun."
Jiang Feixun also said with a righteous expression in his heart, but no one knew what he was thinking.
After Jiang Feixun's words fell, the remaining people looked at each other. The female cultivator named Mo Cailian also stepped forward and took Wang Qiushui's hand and said warmly:
"Sister Qiushui, don't worry and stay here, we won't dislike you."
"Yes, Miss Qiushui, please stay!"
Even Sang Qingmu and Chen Ting, who were still tense just now, could only reluctantly persuade Wang Qiushui to stay.
Looking at the expressions of several people, regardless of whether they were sincere or not, another line of tears burst out of Wang Qiushui's eyes, and he said with tears in his eyes:
"Thank you fellow Taoists for not disdainful of Qiu Shui."