Li Baifeng was born in the Xuanshan Sect, a sect with a long history and profound heritage, and a major sect that specializes in gold and earth techniques. The core classic of the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info sect is called "Xuanshan Sutra", and those who have cultivated this classic have a considerable degree of control over metal and earth substances.

And "haze" is purely composed of earthy matter.

Everything that happened next was naturally logical.

I didn't see how he moved, just stood there quietly, and the thick haze around him was like meeting a power range hood, quickly rotating and converging towards his outstretched palm, forming a huge whirlpool, surging incessantly.

"Humph!"

There was a heavy cold snort from the haze, and then a piece of haze merged into a stream, surging to the side as if it had been pulled by something, but it was Fang Chuang who saw that the situation was not good and was ready to take back the haze.

However, his control of the haze is far less than that of Li Baifeng, who has cultivated the "Xuanshan Sutra", not to mention, the latter has a new understanding of the true meaning of the "Xuanshan Sutra" due to his comprehension of the "Moving Mountain Fist" not long ago, and it is even more handy to control these haze at this time.

After a while, the haze that permeated all directions gradually faded, and finally disappeared into intangibility, among which, most of the haze gathered in Li Baifeng's hands, and was restrained by an invisible force into a small gray-white ball, slowly surging like a cloud.

Only a small part of it was taken away by Fang Chuang, so little that people couldn't bear to say it.

As soon as the haze dissipated, the scene that had been hidden before was revealed, Zhao Shuo was still lying in the place before, coughing loudly twice, his face was flushed, obviously it was very hard to hold his breath before, but there was nothing wrong with that.

Not far ahead, there is still a sparkling green lake, a maple forest, and a scene of autumn killing.

In addition, there was an extra group of people, with heavy faces and hostile eyes, and a scene of slaughter.

The person at the head was dressed in a blue shirt, with a thin figure, slender fingers, and a color like warm jade. It was Fang Chuang, who came and went in a hurry in the morning.

Li Baifeng's eyes narrowed, and his mood was a little bad. This morning, he secretly instructed Tu Wukui to try his own details, Zhu Yi just now didn't know if it was also his handiwork, the old accounts had not been settled, and now he was entangled in a group of people who came to find trouble for him, this is really ......

"The ghost is not gone."

Fang Chuang's face was a little ugly, thinking that his mood was not much better than Li Baifeng's. This bad mood does not come from the pertinent evaluation of "the ghost does not go away", but because of the haze.

You must know that in today's big business, haze is not easy to find, and it took him a lot of trouble to save enough gourd, all along, these haze has made a lot of contributions in the process of his competition and conspiracy, and now most of them are in the hands of Li Baifeng, which naturally makes him feel a lot of pain.

Li Baifeng smiled slightly, looked at the small gray-white gourd that Fang Chuang was holding in his hand, thinking that it should be the container that Fang Chuang used to store these hazes, and immediately spoke:

"I don't know if Fang Daoyou has ever heard such a story, when I was the first day of the Great Business, Lord Yi Yin, the head of the cabinet, rode a dragon one day, and suddenly accidentally dropped one of his black cloud pattern boots, at that time, Lord Yi Yin not only did not chase the dragon, but immediately took off his other boot and threw it down, and the people who traveled with him were very puzzled when they saw it, and asked Lord Yi Yin why he did this?"

"Lord Yi Yin told him that the boots that fell off are no longer recoverable, and even if I leave one, it will not be complete, so it is better to drop this boot as well, so that the person who picks it up will pick up a pair of boots."

"The people who accompanied him all admired Lord Yi Yin's broad mind, and it became a beautiful talk for a while."

Speaking of this, he turned his searching gaze to Fang Chuang, as if he was waiting for something.

Fang Chuang's expression remained unchanged, and he nodded: "I have naturally heard this story, but I don't understand it, what do you mean by telling it now?" ”

Li Baifeng smiled slightly, slightly raised the gray haze ball in his hand, and pointed to the small gray gourd in the other party's hand, and said, "I mean, Fang Daoyou might as well follow Lord Yiyin's example." ”

The people behind Fang Chuang looked confused at first, and they didn't know what he wanted to say, but when they heard this, they all reacted, and their faces showed complicated expressions of shock, admiration, admiration, and disdain, and they didn't understand why he could say so reasonably.

"Although I've heard the story, but this is a poisonous chicken soup, first, Lord Yi Yin's realm is profound, not to mention whether he will accidentally drop his boots, even if he drops it, he will naturally pick it up as soon as his mind moves. Second, Lord Yi Yin's boots are cloud-patterned boots with a black background, this kind of boots no one is qualified to wear except for the cabinet elders, and how can the cabinet elders go out to pick up boots to wear? ”

"However," Fang Chuang changed his words and threw the gourd in his hand with a smile.

"I admire your strength to ask for things casually when a catastrophe comes, and this broken gourd is not worth a few dollars, so I will give it to you."

Li Baifeng stretched out his hand to take it, stuffed the gray haze ball in his hand, hung the gourd on his waist, and fiddled with it with satisfaction.

He didn't have any deep meaning in this move, he really just felt that the haze in his hand had nowhere to go, and it was a pity to lose it, anyway, it was useless for the other party's gourd to stay in his hand, so he might as well come over.

I didn't expect that the other party really gave it.

"The gourd is okay, right?" Fang Chuang put his hands behind his back and asked with a smile.

"It's pretty good." Li Baifeng reached out and patted the small gourd on his waist, and nodded quite seriously.

"Since the gourd is fine, you and I are too good to talk about the affairs of the Youth Association, shouldn't you also talk about it?" The smile on Fang Chuang's face grew colder, and there was a faint light in his eyes.

"Indeed."

Li Baifeng nodded seriously again: "The matter between your Taihang Youth Association and me should be resolved." ”

Fang Chuang said "You and I are too good to do the matter of the Youth Association", which naturally refers to the death of Chongzhen, which means that this matter started by Li Baifeng, and he is the one who owes the debt, and he is the one who should give an explanation.

Li Baifeng said "the matter between your Taihang Youth Association and me", referring to the fact that the Taihang Youth Association was indiscriminate, and repeatedly came to him to ask for an explanation without verification.

Both sides want a satisfactory explanation, although they do not refer to the same thing, but only one party is destined to get a satisfactory result.

As for which side it is?

Both sides are monks, so naturally there are monks' solutions. (To be continued.) )