"Come… "
Seeing that he was invincible, Meng Xuanzhao immediately raised his voice and wanted to call for help.
However, the opponent reacted very quickly. As soon as he opened his mouth, he punched him hard again. The surging spiritual power was released and directly covered him. He retreated, intending to look for an opportunity to sacrifice Feifei's sword, but he didn't think about it. When he was retreating, the man suddenly had an exquisite smoking bottle in his hand, and sprayed it on his face.
Suddenly smelling sweet, Xuanzhao's head became dizzy.
"Hey, you are still far from fighting the uncle!"
Fang Xing knew that Xuanzhao hadn't completely lost consciousness at this time, but deliberately sneered, reached out and took off the black scarf covering his face, stepped on Xuanzhao's chest, and tore off a storage bag from his waist. I opened the bag and saw that Shi Jing was lying in it neatly, and there were other good things in a mess. I smiled proudly and said to myself: "It's fortunate that Liu Feng reported to me..."
As he spoke, he glanced down and seemed to realize that Xuanzhao hadn't fainted, so he stepped heavily on his face again.
Xuanzhao snorted and passed out. Before he passed out, he had firmly remembered the name "Liu Feng".
After all, he was in the Daoist sect, so Fang Xing didn't dare to stay for long, he dragged Xuanzhao's body and threw it into the bamboo forest, then he quickly slipped away, came to a secluded place, changed back to his original appearance, Only then did he feel complacent, and walked back humming a little song.
"There is a widow in the village named Xiaohua, who is beautiful and has big breasts. No one knocks on the door in the middle of the night. She beats me with a broom in her hand..."
The following things basically have nothing to do with him, and no one can guess him anyway.
This Meng Xuanzhao picked him, but he was also unlucky. Fang Xing swallowed the demon pill of the demon clam in the demon miasma mountain, and his cultivation base improved greatly. Later, he stayed for a few days and hunted down some second-order or third-order The monster beasts of the highest level, put away their inner alchemy, soaked it in wine and drank it as spirit wine, gorged on the meat of monster beasts all day long, drank the wine of monster pills, and their cultivation level improved again, only one line away from being spiritual. Triple peak.
This Meng Xuanzhao only has the cultivation level of the third level of smartness, and there is a snuff bottle to help him, so how can he be an opponent
Directly inside this door, he was completely moved by the little robber.
After being in a coma for half an hour, Meng Xuanzhao finally woke up.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he blinked, saw the surrounding environment clearly, and slowly heard what happened before he fell into a coma, sat up hastily, touched his body, he didn't know where the storage bag had gone, and only hated his teeth. Itchy, with a "bang" punch, a purple bamboo tree next to it was smashed to pieces, and it fell down with a crash. Meng Xuanzhao was so angry and angry that his eyes almost burst into flames.
"Who is it? Who is it? How dare you rob me in the Taoist gate?"
Meng Xuanzhao is a true second-generation ancestor of the Taoist sect, and this is the first time he has suffered such a low level.
This weird feeling made him feel a little wronged besides anger...
That's the Shi Jing San that I just got...
With Shi Jing San, let my uncle help me to raise my cultivation base to the peak of the third level of agility, and then ask my acquaintances in Qixia Valley to refine a broken-rank pill, and I am even sure to enter it within a month. inner door...
But now, without Shi Jing San, everything becomes empty talk!
"No, I must investigate, even with the help of my uncle, I must find that out..."
"Hmph, this man is tall and thin, and uses smoke..."
"Huh? Why is it so similar to the robber in the Taoist legend not long ago?"
Meng Xuanzhao thought for a while, and gradually narrowed his eyes: "Okay, it's probably you, it's nothing more than you robbing the vegetable islands in the Taoist gate, but you dare to rob me, even if you dig three feet, I still want to find you Come… "
Standing up slowly, in the purple bamboo forest like a ghost town, Meng Xuanzhao swears fiercely. "However, there are so many outsiders, how can I find this person?... Ah, yes, he thought I hadn't fainted at the time, and accidentally said the name Liu Feng, so Liu Feng must be his eyeliner. If you find this Liu Feng, you will be able to find him..."
Thinking in this way, Meng Xuanzhao suppressed the anger in his heart, and walked slowly towards the Hall of Fu Zhao.
At this time, he even had the intention to kill, so he decided to tell his uncle about it even if he tried to scold him.
At this time, Liu Feng was drinking with Heisan and others in a bamboo building near Qingxi Valley. The two of them got acquainted, but it was also interesting. He is good at making camps, he is cruel to the weak, but he knows how to please the strong. It is precisely because of this that he met Hou Qing who showed amazing strength soon after entering the Taoist sect.
After being stabbed by Fang Xing, his injuries gradually healed, but he found that he still hadn't recovered his strength for a long time. His savings, he had to exchange for the elixir, serious treatment, he will recover sooner or later, but it also made him hate Fang Xing so much, he even wished to eat his flesh and lay his skin on it.
In this way, when he learned from Qian Tong that Hou Qing planned to go out to hunt dead python clams, he excitedly gave Hou Qing an idea, which was to use humans as bait to catch and kill demon clams. He readily accepted this opinion, and then Liu Feng stepped forward on behalf of Hou Qing, and went to find Hei San, the disciple deacon of Qingxi Valley, and after such a secret discussion, the matter was settled.
Later, everything went well, Hou Qing took Fang away, presumably the kid would never have a chance to come back, and Hei San also benefited, Liu Feng took revenge again, everyone was really happy, and even made friends.
"If you count the days, Senior Brother Hou should come back, right?"
Liu Feng took a sip of the wine and said happily.
Hei San said: "It's almost the end of the day, it must have been delayed on the way, waiting for the strength of the senior brother, there should be no defense!"
Liu Feng sneered, and said: "That little brat must have become a demon dung now, hehe, when I think of this, I feel as if I have eaten ginseng fruit, come, come, Senior Brother Hei San, I must respect you again A glass of…”
Hei San laughed and said triumphantly: "Senior brother Liu, why are you being so polite? Are you all your own senior brothers? , the cultivation base has greatly improved, after being promoted to the inner sect, he can still remember the little favor you and my brother gave him, to take care of you and me... "
Liu Feng laughed, and said, "Senior Brother Hou misses the past the most, so you can rest assured about this!"
After raising his glass to drink up the wine, Liu Feng's gaze turned cold suddenly, and he coldly shouted at a person standing tremblingly by the table, "Pour the wine!"
"Yes Yes… "
The man slowly came over, carefully picked up the wine jar and poured wine for him.
This person is obviously a fat Taoist, but his face was bruised and swollen, and he was beaten badly. Both arms were trembling non-stop, and it seemed that his body was also injured, so that his arms were weak, and he couldn't even hold the wine jar stably. Even though he was desperately careful, some of the wine was still spilled and flowed down the table onto Liu Feng's lap. The fat Taoist's eyes widened in an instant, full of horror.
"Bastard, did you spill uncle's wine on purpose?"
Liu Feng jumped up suddenly, and slapped the fat Taoist on the face with his hands.
The fat Taoist was knocked to the ground by this slap, his mouth was broken, and his mouth was full of blood, but he didn't dare to cry out the pain, so he turned over and knelt down, kowtowed nonstop, "Senior brother Liu, please forgive me, brother really! Not intentional… "
Liu Feng raised his foot again and kicked the fat Taoist to the ground, then sat down and said with a sneer, "Since you're here to make an apology, you have to look like you're making an apology. Hmph, didn't you say that you can't endure this period? Do you hope I can forgive you? It's very simple, this wine is well served, and if I make my senior brother happy, I will let you go, but if you want to make trouble, I guarantee that your life will be ten times more difficult... "
"Brother Liu, please forgive me, brother, I really don't dare..."
The fat Taoist lay down on the ground and began to cry, looking extremely miserable.
"Damn it, why are you howling? Make trouble!"
Liu Feng gave a low snort, picked up a large bowl on the table and smashed it on the fat Taoist's head.
The fat Taoist didn't dare to use his spiritual energy to defend himself, blood flowed from the smash immediately, and his whole head was smashed by the rotten chicken stewed in the sea bowl.
"If you make friends, you will be punished. I will let you understand today that trash can never turn around!"
Gritting his teeth, Liu Feng slammed the table: "Get up and pour wine!"
The fat Taoist shivered for a moment, and he jumped up to pour the wine without wiping the chicken on his head.