The woman surnamed Yang rubbed her eyes, carefully looked at Lan Feng who was sitting on the ground, and when she saw the name on his waist card, she stammered: "Really...... It's really him!"

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After being silent for a long time, another slightly bolder young disciple stepped forward, squatted down, and slowly stretched out his hand towards Lan Feng.

Lan Feng's pupils shrank slightly, but he didn't dodge, and held his breath very cooperatively.

"He's not human!" the young disciple retracted his hand in panic and staggered back.

All of them were as if they were dead, and they were slowly moving their steps.

"Senior Sister Yang, I haven't seen you for a long time, you've become beautiful!" The corners of Lan Feng's mouth raised, and his eyes looked at the woman surnamed Yang with a dull gaze.

The woman surnamed Yang turned pale and stammered, "Master...... Senior brother, I have gained a lot before...... If you are offended, please have a lot of them, forgive your sister!"

"When did Senior Sister look down on me Lan Feng so much?" Lan Feng showed a strange smile on his face, got up from the ground, walked to her side without hurrying, and looked at the woman surnamed Yang affectionately.

"This ...... Senior brother, since the last training, I learned that you were trapped...... I am very sad to be trapped in the Beast Forest, and I know that the tone of my voice to you before was not very good, and I regret it. As long as you promise to forgive me, from today onwards, I will burn some paper money for you every day, so that you can eat and dress well over there!"

"I don't want paper money, as long as a few of you leave your storage bags! I won't pursue the past anymore!" Lan Feng shook his head, his eyes cold.

"Hmph! It's useless when you're alive, and you're an incompetent little ghost when you're dead, what's there to be afraid of! You still want me to leave the storage bag, I can't do it!" The young disciple who had just tested Lan Feng's breath suddenly changed his fear and patted the storage bag, and a small white porcelain bottle flew out of it.

The young man said something in his mouth, and the porcelain bottle floated above his head, and the cork was opened.

Suddenly, bursts of white gas floated out of it and spread in the direction where Lan Feng was standing.

"Senior brother, what are you?" the pock-faced woman standing next to the young man looked at the porcelain vase in the air and asked in a neutral voice.

"Last time, I helped a housekeeper in the sect, and he said that we monks don't like ordinary things, so he took out this bottle, saying that he accidentally picked it up in the back mountain, and he didn't know what it did. Actually, I didn't want his stuff either, but seeing that the bottle looked good, I put it away.

Finally, I asked the master, and I found out that this is just an ordinary container magic weapon, which can collect some little ghosts and ghosts. At that time, I felt that it was useless, so I kept it in the storage bag and never took it out. I didn't expect it to come in handy today. Even if it's just an ordinary magic weapon, it's enough to deal with this kind of little ghost!" A cold light flashed in the young man's eyes, his hands pinched, his spiritual power worked, and his face was fierce towards Lan Feng.

Lan Feng sneered inwardly, and the hand behind his back quietly pinched the trick, using his own trick "ghost hand".

Before he knew it, a pair of invisible hands instantly stretched out and grabbed the white porcelain vase.

"Huh, it's a beautiful thing, I like it. Since you sincerely want to give this thing to me, then Lan Feng will be disrespectful!" Lan Feng held a white porcelain vase in his hand, and his eyes rolled around on it, observing it carefully.

When everyone heard this, they looked at the white bottle in Lan Feng's hand and were shocked.

"This ...... Could this trick be the legendary teleportation grab?" The young disciple stared at the porcelain vase in Lan Feng's hand with wide eyes, and shook his head incredulously.

"Grasping things in the air? I remember, this trick is a secret technique that can only be used to know the law and practice by becoming an elder in the sect. The pock-faced woman grew her mouth.

"Regardless of whether he used that trick just now, he must not be an ordinary ghost anymore, for the sake of safety, let's hurry up!" The young man's face sank, and he jumped up without waiting for the others to react.

Lan Feng's expression moved, and a pair of invisible big hands instantly stretched out and waved lightly towards the young man.

As soon as the young man flew up, his expression suddenly froze, and he only felt that he had been slapped hard, and his feet were empty, and he fell to the ground from mid-air, gritting his teeth in pain, and his face was distorted.

"I just said that people can go, and the storage bag must be left behind, but some people don't listen!" Lan Feng didn't raise his head, but there was an extra thing in his hand, and that thing was the young man's storage bag.

The remaining three were all stunned and stood still.

"If you don't want to die, just leave the contents of the storage bag!" Lan Feng's voice was gloomy, his eyes narrowed, and a black thorn ball suddenly appeared in his hand. As he uttered the words, the thorn ball broke away from his hand and floated a foot in the air from him.

The black thorns like the tip of the thorn ball reflected a dazzling metallic cold glow in the sunlight.

Lan Feng smirked, his eyes motionless as he stared at the panicked sturdy young man. The strong man looked at his storage bag reluctantly, and glanced at the black thorn ball in Lan Feng's hand unwillingly, and with a heartbeat, he poured out all the things inside, and disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Lan Feng turned his gaze, looked at the woman surnamed Yang, and said with a smile: "Senior Sister Yang, Senior Brother thinks the skin on your face is quite good, or ......."