Lord of Puluo

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 cultivator and your hematopoietic function is slow, there will not be any problems.

Fatty’s hematopoietic function was good, but his food was converted too quickly, and something went wrong. He was 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, just go!"

Zhang Liuze had just finished giving orders to his men when 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 happened?"

"Food cultivators have washed away the energy and blood. 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 he is 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 heat accurately? I give you the knife now. Do you dare to go and chop it? Even those with advanced medical skills may not have this skill. "

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

Everyone was talking about it, and Xiaopang'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 Xiaopang Qin'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 and rested 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 Teahouse, 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 calm."

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

Li Banfeng used his coat to block the pendulum just now, 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 Teahouse." Shopkeeper Feng smiled meaningfully at Li Banfeng, and Li Banfeng remembered this person.

This person appeared on Shopkeeper Feng's list.

Zhong Desong!

Jiang Xiangbang is a sage at the second helm of Yaowang Hall and a second-floor ascetic monk named Zhong Desong.

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.

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 there was no feud between Zhang Liuze and Zhong Desong, and their friendship was not bad.

This is also to find a way for Xiaopang to try his best to resolve the grievances 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 your time. 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 Qin Xiaopang, but he saw Qin Xiaopang reaching for the bun.

"I seem to be hungry."

"Are you hungry?" Zhang Liuze was puzzled.

It's normal to be hungry.

The buns Qin Xiaopang ate turned into blood.

The blood was sucked away by the pendulum, and under stimulation, the transformation of food was accelerated, and Xiaopang 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.

"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 a higher 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."

Hearing this, Zhang Liuze 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 second-floor 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 turned around suddenly and saw a man walking slowly 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 second-floor ascetic Zhong Desong.

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?"

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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."

Zhong Desong sneered: "A man is upright, so why can't he do what he dares to do? Geng Zhiwei deserves to die, and I don't intend to interfere in this matter.

As for the Xianle Dance Hall, it belongs to our gang. I suspect that you did it too, but the gang won’t let me ask about it, and I won’t ask either.

But I have to ask you something. Can you kill the old Mrs. Han of Changliu Village and her two sons? "

Changliu Village?

What about the old lady and her family?

That old lady’s surname is Han?

I almost forgot that she was also a member of Jiang Xiang's gang.

Is Zhong Desong coming to avenge her?

"You have the wrong person. I have never been to Changliu Village. If there is nothing else, I will leave first." Li Banfeng turned to leave.

Zhong Desong shook the teapot, and the tea in the pot flowed to the ground, and the hot tea gushed out from the ground.

What kind of spell is this?

Li Banfeng jumped up onto the wall to avoid the hot water at his feet.

He wanted to jump into the courtyard of the house to get rid of Zhong Desong.

But Li Banfeng couldn't jump in. An invisible wall blocked the yard, blocked the entrance to the alley, blocked the sky, and turned the entire alley into a closed space.

The hot water is still gushing out, and the water level is getting higher and higher. The temperature has already exceeded the range of boiling water, and is even hotter than molten iron.

Li Banfeng stood on top of the wall, leaning against the invisible wall, and could fall into the hot water at any time.

He turned his ear and listened carefully, and vaguely heard an old voice speaking.

"Come on, get in my warm place, you two come together!"

It's the teapot in Zhong Desong's hand, and the teapot is talking.

The hot water under his feet did not come from Zhong Desong's magic, but from the teapot. Li Banfeng heard the spiritual sound of the teapot, which was a magic weapon.

Such a powerful magic weapon, can a second-level cultivator control it?

However, this magic weapon seemed to have flaws. Li Banfeng saw Zhong Desong jumping to the top of the wall, leaning against the invisible wall to avoid the hot water under his feet.

The teapot was attacking indiscriminately, whether it was hot water or the wall, the attack on Li Banfeng and Zhong Desong was the same.

But the effects of the attacks vary greatly.

The hot steam billowed back and forth in the closed space, and Li Banfeng began to sweat.

Zhong Desong did not sweat and looked calm. He could endure pain, pain that ordinary people could not imagine.

This is a magic weapon specially made for penance.

This magic weapon can create a difficult environment and has a great impact on other sects, but has a minimal impact on penance.

Li Banfeng shrugged his eyebrows and said, "Shopkeeper Zhong, why are you doing this? Do you want to die with me?"

Zhong Desong shook his head and smiled: "We will not die together. I can bear this pain, but you can't. You are a homesteader, right?"

Li Banfeng's heart tightened. There were many people who could tell that he was a traveling cultivator, because the characteristics of a traveling cultivator were quite obvious.

But Zhong Desong did not see that Li Banfeng was a traveling cultivator, but instead saw that he was a home cultivator.

How did he figure it out?

Zhong Desong rubbed the teapot in his hand and chuckled: "Old Mrs. Han has a treasure at home, which is the clock. Others cannot tell that it is a treasure, but I know the mystery inside. In fact, it is the spirit of Mrs. Han's house.

The pendulum in your hand is the one on the clock. I recognize it.

You can kill Mrs. Han in her house and take away her house spirit. I think only house repairmen have such ability. "

It turned out that he didn't see it, but deduced it.

Zhong Desong walked along the wall, stroking the teapot, and slowly approached Li Banfeng: "Li Qi, you can kill Mrs. Han's family, which proves that your cultivation level is not low. But at your age, you are at least a second-tier person.

Housekeeper on the second floor, if you just came out of the house, I really wouldn't dare to fight you, but I have calculated that it has been three hours since you entered the bun shop.

Your house should be nearby. Once inside, I won't be your match, but on this land, you won't survive tonight.

Feeling hot? Do you feel like you're about to be steamed? The house cultivator is used to being comfortable in the house and cannot bear the pain. In this place of pain, you have no power to fight. "

Zhong Desong knows the home repairman very well. He knows that the home repairman is not suitable for fighting in difficult and dangerous places.

He wanted to kill Li Banfeng, and he was very well prepared for this battle.

The top of the wall is very narrow, very wet and slippery, and the other side of the wall is an invisible wall. It would be difficult for a normal person to stay in place, let alone walking.

But Zhong Desong took every step very steadily, and his originally smiling face gradually turned ferocious:

"Tell me, how did you kill Mrs. Han, and how did you kill your two sons?"

Li Banfeng said in surprise: "Why do you care so much about Mrs. Han? She is your wife?"

"It would be great if it was true." Zhong Desong did not deny that he had true feelings for Mrs. Han, but it was a pity that Mrs. Han never gave him a chance.

"What do you like about that old lady?"

"She is good at everything, she is a good person!"

Is the old lady a good person?

What did the old man think?

This is real emotion!

Seeing him getting closer and closer, Li Banfeng moved his steps and seemed to want to retreat.

Zhong Desong laughed twice: "Don't move, don't move. This wall is very slippery. If you don't pay attention, you will fall into the water. Once you fall, you won't even have a bone left."

In this pool of tea, I have killed six second-level cultivators, two third-level cultivators, and seriously injured a fourth-level cultivator. Do you think you can run away?

I can walk on the wall, but you can't. No matter how difficult the road is, I can walk on it. I can fight here, but you can't, because I can endure no matter how difficult the hardship is.

If you don’t believe it, you can take a few steps forward and try. If you want to be burned to death, I won’t stop you. If you want to die more happily, just answer my question honestly. How did you kill Mrs. Han? Family, who are you..."

Bang!

Li Banfeng ran all the way, rushed forward, and kicked Zhong Desong.

Zhong Desong staggered and almost fell.

When he was stunned, Li Banfeng twisted his wrist and snatched the teapot away.

Zhong Desong was shocked and wanted to jump into the hot water with Li Banfeng.

He could persist in the hot water for a while, but Li Banfeng could not persist for a moment.

It didn't matter if he couldn't hold on, Li Banfeng didn't want to get into the water.

Li Banfeng dodged and kicked Zhong Desong again.

Zhong Desong failed to stand firm and fell into the boiling hot water alone.

Severe pain came, and Zhong Desong struggled hard.

How can it be?

How could he stand firm?

How could he run over?

He didn't fall off the wall?

Under the fumigation of the steam, the walls did become slippery.

Under normal circumstances, a homebuilder is standing on the wall, with his back against the invisible wall. He cannot control his balance, and his feet are so slippery that he cannot even take a single step.

Zhong Desong can endure harsh environments and has strong adaptability, so he can take every step very solidly.

But if he wants to compete with a traveling monk, then he is really overthinking.

For traveling practitioners, this slippery wall is no different from peace. Li Banfeng can run on the wall.

Zhong Desong, who was thoroughly boiled in the hot water, stuck his head out with difficulty. He wanted to pass on his pain to Li Banfeng.

Li Banfeng stood firmly on the wall with one foot, stretched out his other foot, stepped on Zhong Desong's head, and stepped him into the hot water.

"You can endure hardship, right? You're welcome, you can eat enough!"

Zhong Desong poked his head in again, but was kicked down by Li Banfeng again.

"Then Mrs. Zhongyi Han, I will send you to reunite with her!"

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