I Kidnapped 1.4 Billion People

Zhang Yichen whispered: "Brother Feng, why don't we join the sect and practice the magic of gods?"

"No, the Immortal Sect is even more dangerous, and we cannot guarantee your personal safety."

Zhang Yichen curled his lips, he was just asking, he didn't really want to join the Immortal Sect, he was just curious about the Immortal Sect.

After a while, Leng Feng asked: "Do you want to practice?"

Zhang Yichen stopped holding his chopsticks and looked at Leng Feng in astonishment, "Brother Feng, can I do that?"

"Of course you can. Cultivation can strengthen yourself and your ability to survive can also be greater." Leng Feng said.

"Brother Feng, are you saying that I can also become a god, travel high and low, and travel to the ends of the world with my sword?" Zhang Yichen was so excited! Come and go, how many people dreamed of when they were young! He can also become a hero.

"I don't know." Leng Feng poured cold water on Zhang Yichen mercilessly, "As far as I know, cultivation depends on talent. Those with good talent can practice well, while those with low talent have no chance of practicing."

Zhang Yichen's excited heart suddenly cooled down.

There is no need to test, he is the kind of person with low talent. Zhang Yichen has a very clear understanding of himself.

He is just a waste, a waste waiting to die.

If he hadn't been born in a peaceful era, Zhang Yichen felt that with his own ability, it would be a problem to have enough food and clothing, and he would definitely die miserably.

"But you have to wait for a while. After we have tested that the cultivation technique is indeed feasible, we will teach it to you."

After obtaining the cultivation method, Leng Feng and others would study it when they had nothing to do. Perhaps because there was no professional guidance, none of them had entered the ranks of cultivators.

At this moment, Jiang Xiaoyu walked into the inn carrying large and small bags.

"Brother Yu, here."

Zhang Yichen immediately raised his hands and shouted.

Seeing Zhang Yichen and the others, Jiang Xiaoyu chuckled and walked over, "Brothers, are you talking about me? We have experienced nine deaths along the way, killing seven in and seven out before we got here alive. "

Xu Sanduo looked admiring: "Brother Yu is awesome."

Oh my God! He believed it.

Leng Feng was speechless, "Just come back, there won't be a tail behind you!"

"No, I walked around a lot before I got here." Jiang Xiaoyu said.

Xu Sanduo looked at the door of the inn, "Brother Yu, you seem to be being followed?"

Jiang Xiaoyu's smile froze and he looked at the door of the inn suspiciously.

At the door of the inn, Hua'er curled up her little body and squatted at the door of the inn, looking like a little beggar and a slave.

Jiang Xiaoyu's expression suddenly darkened.

His methods can get rid of mortals, but they can't get rid of gods.

"Is it Hua'er?" Zhang Yichen shouted.

"I see, your Hua'er is not a simple little slave! She is a trouble, a big trouble." Jiang Xiaoyu said helplessly.

Leng Feng: "Xiaoyu, what happened? How could you kill the immortal?"

Jiang Xiaoyu took a deep breath and recounted his experience in detail.

"Sin blood, sin blood again."

Leng Feng raised his eyebrows, stood up and walked towards Hua'er.

Seeing this, Zhang Yichen couldn't bear to say: "Brother Feng, don't kill her, she is innocent."

Jiang Xiaoyu rolled his eyes, "My Holy Mother! Are you listening to what I said? That girl is a fairy, we can't kill her."

Leng Feng walked up to Hua'er and handed over a chicken leg.

Hua'er raised her head and glanced at Leng Feng, then took the chicken leg and started to devour it.

Who would have thought that a sloppy girl who looks like a little slave could be a powerful god?

"What do you want to do?" Leng Feng asked in a deep voice.

"I, I want to follow the master." Hua'er replied timidly.

"You're not interesting anymore. We already know your identity, so there's no need to act again!"

A chicken drumstick was eaten quickly. Hua'er blinked her big eyes and looked at Leng Feng eagerly, "I really just want to follow the master. Wherever the master goes, Hua'er will go."

Threat, naked threat.

Leng Feng's expression turned cold and he touched the pistol at his waist.

Hua'er suddenly stood up, and her small figure crossed Leng Feng and ran towards Zhang Yichen in the inn.

Leng Feng's expression changed drastically, and he shouted loudly: "Stop her."

Without Leng Feng's reminder, Jiang Xiaoyu and Xu Sanduo had already noticed that their bodies formed a human wall blocking Zhang Yichen.

Hua'er stopped in front of the two of them, knelt down and lowered her head to the ground.

Leng Feng's sudden roar attracted the attention of the diners in the inn, and they all looked here curiously.

Leng Feng walked back quickly with a gloomy expression and shouted angrily: "What do you want to do?"

Hua'er didn't say a word, just knelt on the ground and begged Zhang Yichen for mercy.

Zhang Yichen got his head out from behind Jiang Xiaoyu and shouted: "Hua'er?"

Hua'er raised her head and looked at him pitifully.

"If you have anything to say, please say it. There is no need to give such a big gift. Come and sit here. This will be seen by others. How bad it is."

Then, he said to the two people standing in front of him, "Brother Xu, Brother Xiaoyu, get out of the way! If you have anything to do, let's sit down and talk about it. Can you stop her?"

After hearing this, the two looked at Leng Feng.

In their three-person team, they have already decided on the captain, and Leng Feng is the captain chosen by the three of them.

Leng Feng hesitated for a moment and nodded.

The two of them got out of the way and guarded Zhang Yichen on the left and right sides. Their bodies were tense and alert, ready to give Hua'er a fatal blow at any time.

Leng Feng apologized to the surrounding diners, "The slaves at home don't understand the rules, which has affected everyone. I hope you will understand. Please continue, continue."

Seeing that there was nothing interesting to watch, the surrounding diners withdrew their gazes and continued talking about their own affairs.

Hua'er stood up and looked at Zhang Yichen timidly, as if she had done something wrong and was waiting for punishment from her master.

"Hua'er, Brother Yu has already told us who you are. There's no point in acting anymore. Come on, sit down."

Zhang Yichen gestured to the seat opposite.

Hearing this, the timidity on Hua'er's face disappeared, replaced by calmness, confidence, and nobility, and her temperament changed drastically.

Zhang Yichen secretly praised the other party's acting skills.

When I was a little slave, I couldn't see the element of drama at all.

"Master, please help me?" Hua'er said.

"Stop it, you are a sinner, and we are just mortals. We can't help you with anything. If you want money and food, we can help you."

"Master, you cannot be ordinary mortals. Ordinary mortals cannot make weapons that can kill Yuandan realm experts." Hua'er stared into Zhang Yichen's eyes and said with certainty.

Zhang Yichen turned away and did not look at the other party. The other party's aura was too strong for him to bear.

"So what's the matter? Extraordinary mortals are also mortals and cannot interfere in the affairs of gods."

"Master, if you are willing to help our clan, my clan will be deeply grateful. Although our clan has declined, we are still kings side by side..."

Zhang Yichen quickly interrupted Hua'er's words, "I'm not interested in what your clan has, and I don't want to know. We are just mortals passing by. I really can't help. I'm sorry."

"Owner……."

"You're welcome, I can't be the master of a god. Brother Feng, Brother Xu, Brother Yu, let's go!"

Zhang Yichen felt a little unhappy at being deceived, and naturally he didn't have any good feelings toward Hua'er.

Hua'er returned to the image of a cowardly and pitiful little slave, and timidly shouted: "Master, Hua'er only has you."

"What a coincidence, I'm on my own. There's really nothing we can do to help you. Please hire someone else!"

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