Chapter 972: Bring The Fatty To Sell

Upon hearing this, the few men stared at him warily and one of them stepped forwards with his fists screwed up: "Since you showed up, we shall take care of you as well!"

That fist harnessed energy and struck out, but before it reached Feng Jiu, she kicked it away. He was pushed back into the house and fell onto the ground. Perhaps he couldn't catch his breath, he lay there and stared for a few moments before he got back up. 

"Get him!"

The sack that contained Ning Lang was thrown onto the ground. The sound of a heavy object crashed to the ground as the three men charged at Feng Jiu, their moves swift with the intention to kill. 

Two of the men were Foundation beginner-rank cultivators and one of them was Foundation medium-rank cultivator. They would be able to deal with Ning Lang, however, against Feng Jiu they didn't stand a chance.