Feng Jiu, who just got on the carriage, took a look and saw those people holding their heads and howling in pain, with the initial howling in pain to the back of the gradually calm down, only, looking at the still not quite right, take a closer look, their body's spirit energy breath is scattered, and, their eyes are dull and lifeless, as if they were struck by some heavy blows in general.
She raised an eyebrow, clear eyes fell on the monk's body. Rather, she did not expect him to waste their cultivation with a single strike, moreover, the situation of these people appeared to be that he had also attacked their divine sense with Buddha's light, and their divine sense had suffered a heavy blow, as if they were demented.
She withdrew her gaze, put down the carriage curtain, and spoke with Xuanyuan Mo Ze, "It seems that Master Yijie is not someone who sticks to the rules and doesn't know how to adapt."
