Surprise! The little sister who is loved by the group is actually the strongest in Kyushu!

Qing Jiujiu slapped her palm on the ground.

The blue shield bounced outwards, and all the monks fell out.

"Bang, bang, bang!" It spread out to form a three-layer round flower.

"Ah!"

"Ouch~"

The monks screamed in pain on the ground.

"You said you didn't cheat, but what did you use just now?"

"Yes, we don't accept it, ouch~"

"Ah~ It hurts so much~"

They screamed on the ground and shouted that they didn't accept it.

Qing Jiujiu glanced at them and raised her eyebrows.

"Don't accept it?"

"Okay, then I'll kill you all!"

Qing Jiujiu stood up, opened her little hand, and the Xuanhuang Sword condensed in her palm with a clang, bursting with divine power.

She raised the sword high, and with the sword energy that crushed everything in her, she chopped at them.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

"Submit! Submit!"

"We submit!"

They opened their eyes wide and shouted in fear.

The sword that Qing Jiujiu swung down was suspended in the air.

"Hehe, wouldn't it be better if you were so obedient earlier?"

"But you were very disrespectful to me just now, and I am very unhappy here. It's very difficult to deal with my unhappiness."

Qing Jiujiu took out a chair from the storage ring and put it on Wei Tengfei.

Wei Tengfei let out an "ah", bounced, and continued to faint.

Qing Jiujiu sat on the chair with her legs casually crossed, and the Xuanhuang Sword was slowly patting in her palm, just like a big boss.

They lay on the ground and trembled.

Terrible!

So terrible!

Why is this kid more terrible than the ancient beasts and demons!

"That, that's not the young master, what do you want to do?"

A slightly older man, with his head down, asked Qing Jiujiu in a low voice.

Qing Jiujiu slowly raised his little fist and flicked out two fingers.

"Two choices, one, be my servant. Two, be killed by me."

"What!? Be a servant?"

"How is that possible! We have always liked freedom. Even when the Twelve God Emperors came, we didn't want to be servants!"

"That's right! A god cultivator will never be a slave! How can you be a servant?"

"It's an insult to the godhood!"

When they heard this, they instantly got furious, and they shouted without thinking.

Qing Jiujiu shook his head, raised the Xuanhuang Sword in his left hand, and hung it above their heads again.

When everyone saw it, they fell to the ground with their faces down, shouting in unison.

"Master!"

"Greetings, Master!"

The spectators off the court were confused.

Ah...

What is the plot going to?

Qing Jiujiu smiled, restrained her domineering and fierce aura, and bent her eyebrows.

"Good boy, wouldn't it be better if you did this earlier?"

She raised her finger and concentrated her divine power on her fingertips. Her fingertips were pierced instantly, and a drop of blood popped out from her fingertips and scattered, pointing to their brows.

Instantly, a golden mark of recognition appeared on their brows, and then disappeared.

The spectators off the court: Recognize, recognize the master?

This group of unruly hunters, the most wild and difficult to get rid of, actually recognized the master?

Seeing this, the people hiding in the dark hurriedly left quietly.

Qing Jiujiu waved to the people lying on the ground.

"Okay, get up."

They took a breath and stood up with a wronged look on their faces.

How to say it, I just want to cry.

They originally wanted to come to marry a wife.

In the end... they actually sold themselves.

Wuuwuwu...

So wronged... If they didn't want to live, they would have wanted to kill themselves...

Wuwuwuwuwu...

Qing Jiujiu spoke slowly.

"Come, let me ask you, do you still want to compete with me?"

They shook their heads in unison.

"No, Master."

Qing Jiujiu spoke again.

"Then, who won this game?"

They replied in unison.

"Dear Master, you won."

Qing Jiujiu nodded with satisfaction.

"Not bad, not bad, a teachable boy."

The audience rubbed their eyes.

Is this still the group of unruly hunters they know?

Why are they so obedient?

Contestant: How can I not be obedient? If I'm not obedient, one of them has lost his teeth, and the other is being pressed by the master's chair.

"Come, since you are my people, as the master, I don't have any treasures to give you, so I'll give you some magic stones." Qing Jiujiu smiled.

The contestants were not interested.

What's the use of a few magic stones? They might as well go hunt ancient beasts.

Qing Jiujiu waved her hand.

"Hua La La..."

A mountain of magic stones poured out from the storage ring, filling up the entire competition venue in an instant.

"Here are 1 billion magic stones. You dozens of people can barely share them. Divide them equally."Contestant: o(ﾟДﾟ)っ!

Spectator: o(ﾟДﾟ)っ! !

They all dislocated their jaws in shock.

"Why are you standing there? Divide it! No, I'll keep it."

Qing Jiujiu exclaimed.

The contestant hurriedly pressed his dislocated jaw back, and rushed forward, dividing the 1 billion divine stones into dozens of equal parts in an orderly manner, and put them into the storage ring.

The spectators' greedy eyes turned into the shape of lemons, that is, can they be accepted as divine servants? 1 billion divine stones, even if divided equally, there are still tens of millions!

The divine maid also poked her finger eagerly.

What to do? I also want to be the young master's divine servant, but betraying the empress is not good, wuwuwu...

Qing Jiujiu waved at them.

"Okay, it's okay, just do your own things."

"Yes."

The contestants retreated obediently.

But they did not leave, but stayed behind Qing Jiujiu from a distance.

They swore in their hearts!

From now on, wherever the master is, they will be there!

Whoever dares to be mean to the master, whoever says "no" to the master, they will chop to death!

Qing Jiujiu moved her neck.

Look, it takes force.

She stood up, moved the chair away, and squatted down.

Wei Tengfei was still in a state of fainting, and did not wake up.

Qing Jiujiu raised her little hand, patted his face gently.

"Hey, wake up."

Wei Tengfei did not respond.

Qing Jiujiu frowned, pulled out a very thick sewing needle from the storage ring, and pointed it at Wei Tengfei's butt.

The audience in the audience quickly covered their eyes.

Qing Jiujiu stabbed hard.

"Ah!"

Wei Tengfei jumped up, holding his buttocks and jumping around.

Qing Jiujiu crossed her arms and sat back on the chair.

"Who is it? Who is it?"

Wei Tengfei shouted angrily.

Qing Jiujiu whispered: "Me."

Wei Tengfei turned his head to look at Qing Jiujiu, and his face was immediately filled with fear. The feeling of being choked by her just now was still vivid in his mind.

His lips moved slightly, and he took a step back, then turned his head to run away.

Qing Jiujiu raised her hand, and the Xuanhuang Sword shot out and rested on his neck.

Wei Tengfei was so frightened that he stood there in a daze.

"Spare me! Spare me! Spare me, young master!"

"Tell me, who ordered you to do that." Qing Jiujiu said coldly.