Chapter 118: The Enemy's Tracks

There is no time for cultivation, and in the blink of an eye, I don't know how long it has been.

In a small room, Li Wenfeng, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, slowly opened his eyes. Gently clasping the hands on his legs, feeling his physical condition, his spiritual power has recovered to about nine layers.

Although it is not yet in its prime, it has already satisfied him.

The head looked back slightly, the little girl Wang Zhirui was still asleep, seeing this, she shook her head, got up gently, and closed the door gently.

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On the street, an unfamiliar face wandered the street.

At normal times, the people on the street would have been very strange that this stranger had come.

But today, because of the flower party, although it has not yet reached its peak, there are still many outsiders who come, so this unfamiliar face has not attracted too much attention.

Back on the street, wandering slowly, he never thought that he would meet those robbers today.

But in order to prevent accidents, he still found a remote place after the restaurant and carried out disguise.

Walking on the street, he was very surprised, and when he went downstairs, he asked the little two about the time, and it only took him one hour to recover his spiritual power.

But since he didn't know the recovery time of others, he thought it was like this.

Suddenly, he suddenly saw an acquaintance, and a mischievous idea popped into his mind.

"Brother, these flowers of yours look pretty good, how can you sell them?" he said to Kang Cheng in front of him.

"I'm sorry, but these flowers aren't for sale. Kang Cheng said this, he was very puzzled, how did he feel that the person in front of him was very familiar? But he clearly remembered that he had never met this person, this should be the first time they met, how could this be?

"Why don't you sell it, why do you put it here?" stared at Kang Cheng with his eyes tight, and asked a little playfully.

"This immortal master may have come from afar, and I don't know it, and few people will sell the flowers that have been placed in the past few days. Kang Cheng patiently explained, he was very puzzled, judging from the dress of the person in front of him, he was a cultivator, you know, in the past, all the cultivators who came here would generally know these things, but it was precisely because of his cultivator's affairs that he would feel puzzled, however, the truth was just that.

"Oh! Then I'm looking at something else!" Li Wenfeng looked very depressed, and said in a somewhat lost tone.

It's not that he just stopped like that, but because of the position he was standing, he accidentally caught a glimpse of a few acquaintances coming this way.

He walked towards the group of people opposite, there were about ten of them, and judging from the lineup, it was obvious that the man in the middle was the main body, and the others walked behind him like the man's subordinates, lined up in two columns.

Among the crowd, there were three men in Taoist uniforms, that is, cultivators.

And the next few people, dressed as warriors, attracted people on both sides of the road to watch closely.

Among these people, he only knew Zhao Lin, Zhao Li and others, as for the other martial artist who looked familiar, it was probably called Wu Lingyuan!

"Immortal Master, let's take a look at this!" Seeing that this very familiar strange cultivator was about to walk towards those people, Kang Cheng hurriedly grabbed him and whispered.

Although he didn't know who the group of people who came, as a native here, he naturally roughly guessed that these people were the thieves who lived around this village.

He didn't know what confidence this stranger had, but he still kindly pulled him and said kindly, he just wanted this person not to have a conflict.

Kang Cheng's thoughts, Li Wenfeng naturally knew, he just turned around and smiled, and didn't say anything.

He didn't say anything, he didn't have any image of wanting to clash with a few people right now, not that he was afraid, but that he didn't want to set up a place here.

Walking past those people very plainly, passing by them, in a place where no one was paying attention, he secretly put a trace of powder on Zhao Lin quietly, and walked over as if nothing happened.