Qin Xiaopang's energy and blood were too strong and he couldn't bear it anymore.

The principle is very simple.

Food cultivation can quickly transform food into nutrients needed by the body, and a large part of the nutrients will be transformed into new blood.

If you are an elderly food practitioner and your hematopoietic function is slow, there will be no problems.

Little Fatty has a good hematopoietic function, but he converts food too quickly, and something goes wrong. He's about to burst a blood vessel!

Brother Zhang Liu had seen Shi Xiu die due to a ruptured blood vessel before, so he should have taken precautions.

But this happened more than 20 years ago, and Brother Zhang Liu didn't remember it for a moment.

"Brother, don't eat it yet!" Zhang Liuze stopped Qin Xiaopang first, then turned around and said to his subordinates, "Go and catch some leeches from the pond."

"What are you doing catching that thing?"

"Don't ask any questions, go quickly!"

Zhang Liuze had just finished giving orders to his men, but he saw that the little fat man was still eating steamed buns.

"Brother, didn't I tell you not to eat?" Zhang Liuze grabbed Xiaopang tightly.

Xiaopang took a breath and said, "Brother Six, in front of these people today, I have to stuff these twenty kilograms of buns in even if I die."

"I can't control you anymore!" Zhang Liuze pressed the little fat man on the chair, and people around him started talking.

"What's wrong with this?"

"Food cultivation has washed away the energy and blood, so you can't eat it anymore. If you eat it, you will die."

"Look at his blushing face. I'm afraid it's too late now. The food in his stomach has turned to blood. If it's not released, he will be dead!"

"It's not easy to bleed, it's just a chop."

"Do you think it's killing someone? How can it be that easy! His body is full of blood. If the knife is opened wide, blood will spurt out and the person is gone. If the knife is opened small, the blood will not flow much and it will freeze on its own.

Who can eat this fire accurately? Now I give you the knife, do you dare to go and chop it? Even a high-level medical practitioner may not have this skill."

"Sixth brother did the right thing, now the only one who can be useful is the leech."

Everyone was talking a lot, and the little fat man's face turned from red to purple.

Zhang Liuze's eyes turned red: "Where the hell have you gone? I asked you to catch a few leeches, but you won't be able to catch them for a long time!"

It's too late to catch the leech now.

Little Fatty didn't even dare to move. If he couldn't protect a key blood vessel from breaking, he would be dead.

Li Banfeng walked behind Xiaopang, took off his suit, covered his right hand, and said in a low voice: "Brother, please bear with me."

After saying that, Li Banfeng took out the bloody pendulum and stabbed Qin Tianjiu on the back.

The pendulum changes from bright silver to red, from red to purple, and from purple to deep black.

Li Banfeng heard the sound of the pendulum.

"Master, I can't eat anymore."

When the pendulum was unplugged, the color on Qin Xiaopang's face faded.

Qin Xiaopang's blood pressure dropped due to the blood-containing pendulum.

Li Banfeng put away the pendulum and looked at Qin Xiaopang's wounds.

The wound was only two centimeters, and the blood coagulated quickly, so it was not a big problem.

Xiaopang sat down to rest for a while, and his complexion gradually improved.

Zhang Liuze was still nervous. He didn't know what method Li Banfeng used, and he wasn't sure whether Qin Xiaopang was really okay.

Zhong Desong, the owner of Qingtang Tea House, asked someone to make a pot of tea and brought it to the little fat man: "Master Jiu, have a cup of tea and feel better."

Qin Tianjiu waved his hands and said, "I won't drink the tea anymore. My stomach is not too restful."

Zhong Desong put the tea cup aside and looked at the wounds on Qin Xiaopang's back.

Li Banfeng had just used his coat to block the pendulum, but he still couldn't escape his eyes.

This move caught Li Banfeng's attention. He lowered his voice and asked Shopkeeper Feng: "Who is this?"

"You should know Zhong Desong of Qingtang Tea House." Shopkeeper Feng smiled meaningfully at Li Banfeng, and Li Banfeng remembered this person.

This person appeared on Shopkeeper Feng's list.

Zhong Desong!

Zhong Desong, a sage from the second helm of Yaowang Hall, Jiang Xiangbang, and a penance cultivator on the second floor.

Today is a good day for Little Fatty, why would you invite people from Jiang Xiang Gang?

This was something Li Banfeng didn’t know about.

Most of today's guests were invited by Zhang Liuze, and Zhong Desong was one of them.

Zhang Liuze knew that Qin Xiaopang had a feud with Jiang Xiangbang, but Zhang Liuze and Zhong Desong did not have a feud with each other, and their friendship was not bad.

This is also to find a way for Xiaopang to try his best to resolve the hatred in the future and not to make the matter unresolved.

Xiaopang sat for a moment, looked at Zhang Liuze, pondered for a moment and said, "Brother Six, my stomach doesn't feel right."

"If you're in a hurry, just take it slow. Don't be angry if we don't go up to the next level this time. Next time we..." Zhang Liuze was about to comfort Little Fatty Qin, but he saw Little Fatty Qin reaching out to the buns.

"I seem to be hungry."

"Are you hungry?" Zhang Liuze was puzzled.

It's normal to be hungry.

The buns that Little Fatty Qin ate turned into blood.

The blood was sucked away by the pendulum, and under stimulation, the transformation of food was accelerated, and the little fat man was really hungry.

Zhang Liuze shouted: "Who has a watch? Is the time up?"

There is an alarm clock on the shopkeeper's desk: "Sixth Master, there is still a quarter of an hour left!"

When the little fat man heard this, he grabbed the bun and stuffed it into his mouth.

In less than ten minutes, all the buns were eaten.

The little fat man was afraid that it was not safe, so he picked up a roast chicken and stuffed it into his stomach three times.

"Brother Six, have you counted enough?"

Zhang Liuze was not sure. His cultivation was invisible, and he was not sure whether Xiaopang had already reached the next level: "Brother, what do you think?"

Qin Xiaopang moved his shoulders and neck. After waiting for more than ten minutes, his shoulders swelled at a visible speed.

Not only the shoulders, but also the waist, abdomen, thighs, and forearms have grown simultaneously. In addition to the height, all visible parts of the chubby body have grown longer, and the figure is much rounder than before.

Zhang Liuze laughed loudly and said: "Brother, it's done. Brother, I also gained a lot of weight back then!"

Xiaopang was happy and everyone celebrated together. At this moment, Zhang Liuze remembered the stranger who had just saved Xiaopang.

Zhang Liuze came to Li Banfeng and asked in a low voice: "My friend, what method did you use just now?"

"It is inconvenient to reveal the medical skills passed down from our ancestors," Li Banfeng smiled and changed the topic, "Brother Six, where did your Qingwei Powder come from? I also want a pair to help regulate my stomach."

When Zhang Liuze heard this, he couldn't help but laugh and said: "Friend, I won't lie to you. I bought the Qingwei Powder from a drugstore on the street. It has no miraculous effect at all. I gave it to the little fat guy just to build up his courage."

Li Banfeng couldn't help laughing, it was exactly what he thought.

The drink lasted until early morning.

Li Banfeng left early.

When he came, no one noticed, and when he left, no one knew.

This is the strength of the two-story house cultivator. Most of the people present were not cultivating enough and ignored Li Banfeng's existence.

But one person didn't ignore it.

Li Banfeng was walking in the alley, intending to find a secluded place to open his portable home, but suddenly he felt that danger was approaching.

He suddenly turned around and saw a man slowly walking into the alley.

The man was about fifty years old, wearing a long coat and a flat round hat. He was holding a teapot in his hand and walked towards Li Banfeng with a smile.

"Qin Tianjiu calls you Seventh Brother. The clerk at Yujia Cloth Shop also mentioned a Seventh Master. You should be that Li Qi, right?"

Li Banfeng did not answer, but asked: "Shopkeeper Zhong, do you have any advice?"

The person who came was none other than the shopkeeper of Qingtang Tea House, the sage from the second helm of Jiang Xiangbang Yaowang Hall, and the ascetic monk Zhong Desong from the second floor.

Zhong Desong held the teapot, looked at Li Banfeng, and said with a slight smile: "Advice is not a big deal, I just want to treat Master Qi to a cup of tea. Does Master Qi want to go to my teahouse, or should we just have a drink here?"

Li Banfeng shook his head and said: "It's so late and I won't drink tea. I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep. Thank you for your kindness."

Zhong Desong still held the teapot in his hand and gently stroked the lid and spout. The originally quiet pot of tea slowly began to boil:

"Seventh Master is cruel and ruthless. You burned down the Geng family medicine store, but when you come to my place, you don't even dare to drink a cup of tea?"

Li Banfeng put his hands in his pockets and confirmed the position of each weapon: "Shopkeeper Zhong, I don't know where you heard the news. The Geng family and I have no contact. The burning of their medicine store has nothing to do with me."
To be continued...