The thin arm was grabbed by a strong hand. The little beggar's face changed sharply, but in an instant he returned to a look of panic. He turned his head and knelt down with a thud: "God, please forgive me, God, please forgive me. I just bumped into him accidentally."
I hope the Immortal will be so kind and kind as to spare the little one!"
After saying this, the little beggar suddenly crawled forward two steps, hugged Chen Feng's thigh, and knocked his dirty little face hard against the ground, making a crashing sound, attracting pedestrians on the street.
Stamp your feet.﹛ (～ o ～)y﹜
"Bring my things!" Chen Feng's expression was silent, showing no emotion or anger. He slowly stretched out his hand and said softly to the little beggar.
"Exalted Immortal, please forgive me. I really didn't mean to bump into you! Please be merciful and spare me!" The little beggar burst into tears and looked very pitiful, but there were only monks beside him.
They all had their hands folded, as if watching the excitement, while most of the mortals around him stayed far away, looking at the little beggar with expressions full of gloating, and no one came forward to speak.
"Bring the things!" Chen Feng spoke again, but this time his voice became colder.
When he came to the wilderness, Chen Feng put some scattered spirit stones and gold coins into a small bag, and it was the two bags containing spirit stones and gold coins that he threw away just now.
"Shangxian, I don't know what you are talking about. What did you ask me to get?" The little beggar raised his dark face and looked at Chen Feng sadly, his expression full of confusion, but Chen Feng was still in his eyes.
I saw a glimmer of light in my eyes.
"My money bag!" Chen Feng frowned slightly, and for some reason, he suddenly had a bad feeling. But now he couldn't think about it anymore, because the little beggar in front of him had already started shouting.
"Shangxian, it's my fault that I bumped into you, but you can't pin unfounded charges on me, a beggar. Although I am poor, I dare not touch your things even if I die. What are you thinking about?
,Did you forget it somewhere?"
The little beggar's voice was a little childish, and his expression was strange and unusual, as if he had suffered a great injustice and was extremely aggrieved.
"Fellow Taoist, when I look at the little beggar, I don't think he is lying. You are looking for me, and you may not know where he really ended up!" A monk who looked a little fat looked at the little beggar, and then looked at himself.
Chen Feng, who was in white robe, opened his mouth and said.
"Hmph, a person who cultivates immortality is actually arguing with a mortal. I really don't know who he is as a disciple from which sect!"
"Even such a narrow-minded person dares to go out and walk around. I'm really ashamed of his teacher!"
"Why did you lose your money bag? Which immortal cultivator didn't put things in the ring? I think it was just because the little beggar bumped into him and he wanted to use it as an excuse!"
There were divergent opinions for a while, and most of the accusations were directed at Chen Feng.
Chen Feng snorted coldly, glanced at everyone, and sneered in his heart.
Most of these people are foundation-building monks. If they hadn't been unable to see through their own cultivation that had been hidden by the old and new, I'm afraid no one would speak for this little beggar here and now. The reason why they dare to speak is just because they want to
Just promote yourself in front of others!
"Hand it over!" Chen Feng never wanted to be a stepping stone for others, nor did he like to intimidate a mortal like this. All he wanted to do was to get his own things back.
"Shangxian, I really didn't take it. If you don't believe me, you can search for it!"
Having said this, the little beggar suddenly stood up and tore off his clothes. In front of everyone, he removed all the clothes on his body. What surprised Chen Feng the most was that there was really no one of his own on his body.
purse.
In an instant, even Chen Feng, who was heartbroken, was stunned on the spot, because he could see the matter clearly. There was absolutely no hiding place on the other party's body, let alone the existence of a ring, and he had just heard the system prompt and also
I checked my things immediately. How could this happen?
His brain was running rapidly, Chen Feng's thoughts were racing, and he quickly put a magic touch on his waist without leaving any trace, and was stunned on the spot.
"What a quick move!" Chen Feng exclaimed in his heart, because the two money bags he had just lost returned to his waist again without even realizing it.
It can’t be wrong, the system can’t make a mistake, and neither can I make a mistake. The little beggar clearly took the money bag just now, but how did he return the money bag to his waist? Could it be that he held the money bag just now?
When you hold your thigh?
Chen Feng's somewhat surprised look immediately attracted the attention of the monks around him. He saw an attractive young woman wearing a light yellow gown. She moved, rushed out of the crowd, and cursed in a low voice: "You are still a first-time monk."
You are so shameless, making things difficult for a young beggar just because of such a trivial matter. If I don’t teach you a lesson today, how will you make me proud of my inner realm!”
When she said this, the female cultivator turned her hand over and a small, simple yellow sword appeared on her palm. Then, the female cultivator's sword looked like a lotus flower, bringing out layers of sword light, and slashed towards Chen Feng.
"Okay!" The female cultivator's elegant swordsmanship combined with her agile figure immediately aroused applause. A look of pride flashed across the female cultivator's face. The man in front of her had some aura on her body.
He is a person with low cultivation level. If he wants to surrender, he must be a sure thing.
The monks outside the field all saw that Chen Feng's cultivation was low, and they originally wanted to go up to show off their power, but now that they saw someone else going there first, they smiled bitterly and shook their heads, preparing to watch Chen Feng's joke.
Chen Feng felt the strong wind coming towards him and did not dodge. Instead, he looked directly at the little beggar with a smile on his lips, because at the moment the female cultivator took action, a flash of light suddenly flashed in the little beggar's eyes, but the light flashed.
Soon it passed, and the look of horror returned to his face again.
"If this kid can be trained and trained, he will become a great person in the future!" An unprecedented impulse suddenly surged into Chen Feng's heart. For some reason, although the little beggar stole his things and cleverly framed himself, Chen Feng
Not angry.
"Boy, you're looking for death!" The female cultivator didn't know what was going on in Chen Feng's heart. Now she saw that Chen Feng was not hiding and she was overjoyed. She thought that Chen Feng was frightened by his own cultivation, but when the sword came,
When he was less than half a meter in front of Chen Feng, Chen Feng suddenly turned his head, looking at the female cultivator with his eyes like a wild beast, and a surging murderous intention hit her instantly like a tide.
"roll!"
The gloomy voice mixed with the vast aura suddenly came, and a ball of white ice crystals turned into blazing flames, rising suddenly. In an instant, the aura of death filled the fields. All the monks were frightened and hurriedly retreated. The female monk even exclaimed,
It was blown away by the white ice crystal flames.
"Pa!" While everyone was stunned, Chen Feng grabbed the little beggar with a stunned face and strode out of the crowd. Wherever Chen Feng passed, all the monks almost subconsciously made way for a passage.
, Chen Feng just like this, slowly walked out of the crowd and slowly disappeared on the long street paved with sand and stones, leaving behind a group of monks from the wilderness with different expressions.
"Shang...Shangxian, please...please let me go, I...I won't dare to do it next time, I really won't!"
A childish voice came from a cave in a barren mountain. The trembling voice was mixed with a few sobs. It was obvious that the speaker was in extremely confused state of mind.
There was a muffled sound, and the little beggar was seen kneeling straight on the ground, looking at Chen Feng with fear on his face, shaking like chaff.
The little beggar knew that it was useless to argue at this time. His life was completely out of his control at this time, but he never expected that this seemingly young immortal in front of him would be so powerful. There are so many monks in Wasteland City.
No one dared to stop him. It seemed that he really hit the wall this time.
"What's your name?" Chen Feng sat on the floor, his eyes as clear as water, quietly looking at the beggar in front of him.
"Go back to the Immortal! My little beggar!" The little beggar raised his head and looked at Chen Feng. He didn't know what Chen Feng's intentions were, and felt uneasy in his heart.
"Well, that's a good name. You just sent the money bag back to me?" Chen Feng nodded and asked softly.
Hearing that Chen Feng was not angry, Zhan Zong's eyes turned sharply and he felt relieved. If the person in front of him wanted to make things difficult for him, he would definitely not have to use this method. Could it be that his failure today had brought him a great opportunity?
Thinking of this, Zhan Zong's eyes flashed with light and his expression changed sharply.
Chen Feng saw Zhan Zong's expression in his eyes and sighed in his heart, this boy is really extraordinary, he can understand his own thoughts in words. This kind of innate wisdom is really rare.
"Back to Shangxian, the money bag was indeed sent back by Xiao Zong, and the situation was urgent at that time. Xiao Xiao had no choice, so he had to set up a trap to lure Shangxian into his trap!" At this time, Zhan Zong was no longer as timid as before, not only
He admitted to the money bag incident and directly told the story of how he framed Chen Feng.
Chen Feng was greatly satisfied. Zhan Zong was not only thoughtful, but also courageous and strategic. At such a young age, he dared to speak out in front of him. It seemed that he was already prepared to either die or live.
"Yes, in such a short period of time, he cleverly used his own strengths and the strength of others to attack the enemy. He is a very smart boy!" Chen Feng nodded with a smile, then his expression changed, and he whispered: "If I accept you as my disciple
, are you willing?"
Um? Hearing Chen Feng's words, even Zhan Zong, no matter how smart he was, couldn't help but be slightly startled. But after a moment, Zhan Zong's face did not show excitement, but his expression became a little dim: "Don't hide it from me.
Immortal, I have no spiritual roots since I was a child, and will never be able to pursue the path of immortality in my life. However, due to the kindness of the Immortal, I understand that if the Immortal can be of use to me in the future, I will be willing to go to pieces!"
"Haha, silly boy!" After listening to Zhan Zong's words, Chen Feng laughed loudly: "Whether you have spiritual roots or not, I naturally know. Since I said I would accept you as my disciple, there must be a way for you to develop spiritual roots. Now
I just ask you, are you willing or not?"
"Is... are you serious about this?" Zhanzong's whole body was shocked, and his eyes widened in shock. He immediately fell to his knees without thinking, kowtowed nine times in a row, and shouted: "Master, here you go,
Please be my disciple and pay homage!"
"Okay!" Chen Feng was secretly happy. As he turned his hands, several marrow-cleansing pills appeared on his palm: "Here, this is the marrow-cleansing pill. After taking it, you can develop spiritual roots. It can be regarded as a gift from the master.
!”
"Thank you, thank you, master!" Looking at the golden elixirs in Chen Feng's hand, Zhan Zong's eyes were red. Years of living as a beggar had already made him, who was only thirteen years old, forget what crying was and what it meant to be moved.
.
I remember that after being beaten again and again, after being insulted again and again, after being bullied again and again, Xiao Zhanzong learned to be patient and to disguise himself. But at this moment, with the pill that could change his destiny
In front of him, Xiao Zhanzong stretched out his hand tremblingly and held the Marrow Cleansing Pill tightly. Then he looked at Chen Feng with choked eyes and said in a low voice: "Thank you..."
