Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor Chapter 975: Not qualified to know

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She retracted her gaze, turned to the steward of the underground market on the other side, and asked: "You are in charge of this place?"

The steward was drinking tea. He heard the voice coldly. He raised his head and glanced up. He saw that the young man had a handsome and good-looking temperament. Then he put down the teacup in his hand and smiled and asked, "The goods here are all under my control, son. But I want to buy a few servants? What do you want? I can have someone introduce him to the son."

Feng Jiu glanced at him and said, "The little fat guy who just sent me, watch me a little bit, don't kill people and maimed them."

Hearing this, the smile on the steward's face narrowed, and he glanced up and down, and asked: "What do you mean by this son?"

"Doesn’t you understand? He’s my person, I want to use your hand to teach him a lesson, but don’t kill or mutilate people. This time, do you understand?"

"Hehehe, the son is really joking. The goods here are all bought with money. I bought a little fat man just now, but how can I say that he is the son of the son? Let's talk about it, that little man. Fatty, we keep useful ones. We bought three hundred silver coins and sold more than three hundred silver coins."

Feng Jiu hooked her lips: "You are not the one who makes the decision here, go! Call out your chief."

When he heard this, he became displeased, and his face became gloomy: "Where is the kid? Don't look at what this place is, dare to come here to make trouble? Come on! Get him out of me!"

"Get out!"

Four monks came forward, one of them stepped forward and tried to drag Feng Jiu out by his collar. Unexpectedly, the young man raised his eyes lazily, and his cold eyes contained coercion. When attacked, the strong man’s aura and coercion spread in an instant, causing the monk to feel only a murderous aura. The cold and fearful tremor surged from the soles of his feet and reached his heart, the kind of strong impact and coercion. While making him tremble, cold sweat oozes from his forehead, his legs soften, and he sits down with a bang.

All the people present were monks, among them there were two foundation-building monks. Even the steward was a monk in the middle of the foundation-building period. They were shocked when they saw the pressure released by the red-clothed boy. There was shock and astonishment in his eyes.

How could a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy have such terrible coercion and aura? What is the origin of this boy?

"Who on earth are you?" The steward knew that the other party was extraordinary, so he didn't dare to fight hard, so he could only ask in a trembling voice. A Jindan monk is not terrible.

However, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old golden core monk is extremely terrifying, so what kind of talent does he have to cultivate at the age of sixteen or seven?

Feng Jiu glanced at him lazily, and his casual voice was cold: "You are not qualified to know."

If I heard this just now, the steward would definitely scold him, but at this moment, seeing that he didn’t even have a hand, he made a foundation building monk sit on the ground with his legs soft, and he didn’t dare to have it. A trace of neglect and dissatisfaction.

This world is like this. You have shown great strength, and you can naturally get the courtesy and respect of others. As for the weak, no one will put him in the eyes.

"This young man, please, I'll invite our president." The steward wiped away his cold sweat, bent over to lead the way, and led Feng Jiu to the inside living room.