Li Feihu spent the whole night collecting money from these people, and finally found that this was a group of poor people. The bowl was copper-plated from wood, but the copper coin sword was painted from wood, and the whisk was even more excessive. He couldn't even use the ponytail. It was a fucking twist.

It was not until the morning that he dragged the bodies of the people into the woods and decided to have a big sleep.

But when I was half asleep, I suddenly thought that it was definitely not only these poor people who wanted to go to the Quanjian Sect, but maybe someone else would come. As the chief senior brother of the cult, I must of course take the responsibility of protecting the trunk of the treasure of the wisdom tree of my sect.

So he built a shed with the clothes of the dead and branches, and then set up a table under the shed with bowls on it.

Not long after, another group of people came over the road. When they saw him, they shouted: "Hey, beggar, have you seen a group of people walking over here?"

The person who spoke was also holding a whisk and wearing a Taoist robe. Li Feihu saw that this whisk was more elegant than the whisks of those poor ghosts before.

He said, "First of all, I am not a beggar, but a business owner. Secondly, there is. And one of the people in that group said that someone would come later, and said that if someone recognizes him, they would invite them to drink porridge in my shop."

The Taoist priest looked at the person behind him and said, "Who is that person?"

Li Feihu said: "That man called himself a snow mountain flying pot."

The Taoist priest and the people behind him became silent.

Then they laughed again: "Oh, it turns out it's Snow Hero, we all recognize him."

The Taoist priest said, "I carried him when he was a child. Come on, and everyone comes to eat porridge."

Li Fei Po poured out a lot of black rice porridge from his head in a secret corner.

After eating the porridge, a group of people couldn't help but sit on the ground to practice.

He walked into the crowd and planned to use the magical skill of the flower hand. But just after reading a few words of mantras, he suddenly found a young man sitting among the crowd staring at him with his eyes open.

Li Feihu was startled, but was afraid that the words would wake up the people who were practicing, so he said with his eyes: "Why don't you eat porridge?"

The boy also said lightly with his eyes: "I'm afraid I'll die if I eat it."

Li Feihu was startled for a second time and said with his eyes: "How do you know?"

The boy said lightly with his eyes: "I can feel that there is a powerful mind power in this porridge. As we all know, there is an abdominal brain in the stomach and intestines. It is not only related to the brain and spinal cord, but also relatively independent of the brain. If you eat this bowl of porridge with a powerful mind power, it will affect the brain through the abdominal brain, making people unable to help but want to practice."

Li Feihu said with his eyes: "I didn't expect that there are people with an IQ of equal to mine. What do you call me?"

The boy smiled with his eyes and said, "I guess the snow mountain flying pot you mentioned is yourself. As for me, my name is Tong Ye, who lives in Tianshan. People in the martial arts world call him Tong Ye, Tianshan."

Li Feihu didn't know what to say with his eyes. He was considering whether this person's kung fu would be as high as his IQ.

Mr. Tong said lightly with his eyes: "Do you want to kill them to take possession of treasures? Then if someone finds out in the future, you will become a big enemy."

Li Feihu thought for a while and said with his eyes: "I changed my mind. I decided to sack these people's martial arts. For the sake of you and I are both Shanzi generations, you can go away a little."

Mr. Tong in Tianshan thought for a while, stood up and walked aside lightly.

So Li Fei sighed.

The next moment everyone was awakened by the smell and jumped up from the ground and scolded: "Not good! Who is poisoning!"

Li Feihu followed the group of people. Whenever they were resting, he would give them porridge and spray out the mysterious yellow wind while they were practicing. After two days, when the group of people walked to the foot of Siguniang Mountain, they discovered a terrible fact.

They can no longer practice. Because whenever they meditate, they will reflexibly think of a foul stench, which will lead to the devil.

When he arrived at the intersection of the mountain, Li Feihu suddenly jumped out and walked to the front of the crowd and said, "Dear fellow practitioners in the world, there is a cult territory in front of him, and there is only one road up the mountain. I often come here to sell porridge, so let me walk in front."

So he led these people up the mountain, and when he immediately reached the top of the mountain, he suddenly turned around and said, "Actually, I am the chief senior brother of Quanzhen Sect. Everyone, I advise you to go down the mountain quickly. Of course, as a reward, I will give each of you an adventure gift."

Because the road up the mountain was very narrow, a group of people could only stand one after another on the mountain road. They were both surprised and angry when they heard Li Feihu's words. Several people drew out their swords and expose the people in front of them.

The person who was exposed was also startled, turned around and started to fight, and soon fell off the cliff together.

A group of people hurriedly looked down at the cliff, with expectation on their faces. Li Feihu said, "Don't think about it, we've searched the bottom last time. There are neither caves nor dead bones, nor pools or rivers. They are dead."

The Taoist priest holding the whisk was shocked and angry, and turned his head to the person behind him and said, "He has only one person, everyone rushed forward together!"

At this time, Li Fei spewed out a mouthful of Xuanhuang Feng. The group of people originally used their spiritual power to jump onto the mountain wall on one side, but now they smelled the familiar smell again, and they became obsessed with each other. For a moment, several people rolled down.

The Taoist priest was frightened and angry, and said, "Little Devil! I will take the head on your neck first!"

Li Feihu's head suddenly flew up and said, "You made me laugh."

Then his iron head crashed down the mountain road, and the people on the road fell off the cliff like dumplings. When Li Feihu hit the foot of the mountain, he found that there was no one on the mountain road. So he proudly flew to the top of the mountain again and found that his body was gone.

He was shocked. When he flew to the yard on the mountain, he saw Tianshan Tong Ye standing under the flagpole holding his body and saying lightly: "I didn't expect you to have practiced the alchemy pot technique and changed to an iron head."

He said lightly again: "Now you are in a dilemma. If you come to control your body, I will pick up your head. If you continue to control your head, I will continue to hold your body hostage."

Li Feihu smiled coldly and said, "Since you know the alchemy technique and know my weaknesses, you must be from Jiuhu Palace. Do you know that I have become an alliance with your palace master?"

Tianshan Tong Ye said lightly: "You guessed it wrong, I am not from Jiuhu Palace."

Li Feihu said: "If I guess correctly, you are Zhao Jingjing who reverses Yin and Yang again."

Master Tong of Tianshan said lightly: "You guessed it wrong. Zhao Jingjing has been caught by us."

"I not only know your alchemy pot technique, but also where your parents are, but also know that the flagpole behind me is the trunk of the tree of wisdom."

"Because I am your brother, my name is Li Feipiao."
Chapter completed!