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"This kid is courting death!" "Originally, the Nine-tailed Fox had revealed his might and let him escape, but now, he actually dares to come find us. He's really courting death!" A feminine looking young master said in a low voice.
"He won't be able to run away. It won't be long before he gets caught again. When that happens, he'll know how powerful he is!" A Miss from a Feudal Lord family with sharp features and dressed in a purple tight suit had a murderous look flash across her eyes.
Everyone was talking at once. They were united by a common hatred and indignation. They wanted nothing more than to eat Chen Qing, and every word they said was filled with the confidence that Cheng Qing would be caught.
Only Song Qianshu remained silent. He habitually took out a white radish and walked over to the corpse of the personal guard commander. When the white radish was placed in front of its mouth, it was startled for a moment. Only after a long while did it take a big bite.
The young masters and mistresses noticed the strangeness of Song Qianshu. The young miss, who wore a goose-yellow dress and had a round red face, was called Song Xuejun. She was Song Qianshu's younger cousin, so she questioned him with dissatisfaction, "Brother, why aren't you saying anything? Do you think the guy won't get back? "
The moment Song Xuejun said this, everyone looked over at Song Qianshu with puzzled gazes. Liang Bufan was currently being treated by the guards, and his expression was unfriendly.
Song Qianshu chewed on the radish as the fat on his face rippled.
Facing the crowd's stares, he swallowed down the food with much difficulty. Then, he let out an aged sigh, "I'm afraid this guy is not that simple. Those who go and capture him, will most likely return empty-handed. "
As soon as he said that, everyone's expressions changed slightly. Liang Bufan said with a dark face, "Brother Song, are you looking down on me? Do you think they are useless fools? "
The five of them, the arrogant and domineering Liang Bufan, had never been on good terms with the amiable Song Qianshu before. According to Liang Bufan, there was no need for the gatekeeper to give those lowly commoners a nice smile.
"Could it be that none of you noticed that fellow's cultivation was only at the third level of the Xumi Stage?" Song Qianshu sneered as he took another bite of the white radish.
He had always been amiable and amiable towards ordinary people, but towards Liang Bufan, he clearly wasn't as enthusiastic as he was. He slanted his eyes and said, "Don't say that you haven't realized yet, that guy was using a shooting bird!"
Everyone was startled when they heard this. They quickly understood Song Qianshu's intention.
According to common sense, a third level Xumi Stage cultivator could only shoot out an arrow from an eagle, and his elemental energy would be completely sucked out. Even if they were young masters of a Feudal Lord family, with their family's high grade cultivation technique and pure elemental energy, it would still be impossible for them to shoot two arrows.
But not only did Cheng Qing shoot two arrows, he could even retreat calmly! How pure and dense was this guy's Essence?
Liang Bufan was obviously unconvinced, as his face darkened. Gritting his teeth, he said, "It's precisely because he is only at the third level of the Xumi Stage, forcing himself to shoot two arrows would cause his Essence to dry up. That's why he definitely won't be able to escape my guards! "Could it be that you think I, a Xumi Stage Ninth Stage subordinate, am unable to catch up to you, even though I'm only 300 steps away?"
His words made sense, and everyone expressed their agreement. Song Xuejun nodded his head like a clove of garlic, "That's right, how can a third level Xumi Realm cultivator escape the pursuit of a ninth level Xumi Realm cultivator?"
"Don't spout nonsense if the child doesn't understand!" Song Qianshu glared at Song Xuejun. It was obvious that he wanted to demonstrate his strength, but Song Xuejun was not afraid. It was obvious that Song Qianshu doted on her, so he made a face in response.
Song Qianshu's plump body slowly bowed. Pointing at the wound on the other party's chest, he said to the crowd, "Look at this wound, did you discover anything wrong with it? Brother Liang, if I was not mistaken, you were on his right after he threw you down, right? But look at this wound, right in the left chest. What does this mean? "