Three days later, in a suburban tavern fifty miles away from Guilao Mountain, Li Bumian was using the cold power of the Dayan Qiankun Technique to cool down the tea in his hand. In fact, he could drink the hot tea, but this practice was insulting and could not reflect Li Bumian's elegant and pretentious personal style.

Under Li Bumian's speed of sound, it is no exaggeration to have a day of thousands of miles, and it even far exceeds this value. In just three days, Li Bumian passed thousands of mountains and rivers and came to Guilao Mountain 50,000 miles away.

Moreover, this is completely the standard movement speed of Li Bumian, which can be achieved without any effort. It is like an ordinary person taking a leisurely walk in his backyard. Li Bumian walked to the vicinity of Guilao Mountain.

The sword box that Li Bumian carries is playing classical music. In addition to pretending to be a war song, Li Bumian also likes some classical instruments, such as the waltz in A minor that is currently playing.

The daughter of the shopkeeper wiped the table with a rag while staring at Li Bumian in a colorful way. She didn't know that the table had been wiped by her hundreds of times, so clean that she could even look in the mirror. She looked at Li Bumian and was already immersed in her mind, but she didn't have the courage to come forward to chat with her. She just watched silently, enjoying the beauty that purified the soul.

The reason why Li Bumian stopped in this tavern was because he found that there were two cultivators in this tavern, but their realm was not high. One was in the late stage of foundation building, and the other only had the eighth level of Qi Condensation. Judging from the two of them, they were not from Lingyun Sect, but were just idle cultivators.

Li Bumian believed that the monks appeared so close to Guilao Mountain. They were not the subordinates of the demon bandit, and they also had something to do with the demon bandit. Li Bumian was interested, so he came here to see if there was any more explosive news.

The foundation-building monk was dissipating his body-protecting essence and was drowning his sorrows by drinking. He drank and cried, as if he was so sad, while the Qi Condensation Cultivation Cultivation Cultivation Cultivation Centrifuge beside him constantly comforting him.

"Brother, forget it, that Demon Bandit is a Jindan monk. You will definitely be looking for death if you go!"

The Qi Condensing Cultivator wanted to snatch the wine jar of the foundation-building monk, but the foundation-building monk pushed it to the ground and continued to feast on it.

"Don't worry! If I don't go, this matter will plant my inner demons!"

The Qi Condensing Cultivator was anxious and scolded: "Why are you so stupid? You can look for your wife again if you lose your life, but if you lose your life, you will lose nothing!"

The foundation-building monk sneered and said hoarsely: "She lives, I live, she dies, I die!"

Li Bumian felt it was a bit interesting. He was a person who came to seek revenge. The little foundation-building monk was a little bit afraid of death.

Li Bumian took out the jade tube given to him by the previous mission release department from the storage ring. He hasn't seen it for the past three days and has never taken this demon bandit seriously. At this time, Li Bumian was interested in learning about this demon bandit.

Li Bumian put his spiritual thoughts into the jade tube and immediately feedback the information recorded therein.

Zhao Lei.

He is keen on dissipating the furnace and cauldron, and is lewd by nature.

In his forties, Yinfeng Sect abandoned his disciples, because they were separated from their master's widow, and were eliminated and hunted by Yinfeng Sect. According to reliable information, this son fled near Guilao Mountain and belonged to the jurisdiction of my Lingyun Sect. Under the Pure Land, he would not tolerate evil thieves.

A cultivator in the early stage of the Golden Pill practices dual cultivation techniques, and his combat power is comparable to that in the middle stage of the Golden Pill.

There is also a portrait of Zhao Lei in the record jade tube. He is a handsome and cold man with a hint of sinisterness between his eyebrows and eyes.

After reading the news, Li Bumian felt that this person was so big that he could fly up. Even his master's widow dared to attack, which even made Li Bumian a little admired.

“Billings and tiles…”

Li Bumian said three consecutive words "大大" because this person is really a bit "大大" and I wonder if other demon monks are also such passionate and good men.

Li Bumian glanced at the foundation-building monk indifferently, knowing why this person was seeking revenge on this demon bandit. Listening to their conversation just now, it should be that the foundation-building monk's wife was taken to make a furnace and cauldron by this demon bandit.

Li Bumian had read the Spring Boudoir Smoke and Rain Art that Jiang Hua showed him before, and knew that there are many strange dual cultivation techniques in this world. The Spring Boudoir Smoke and Rain Art is good for both men and women, but it must also have dual cultivation techniques that are unilaterally violently collected and supplemented. The so-called furnace and tripod are victims under this type of exercise.

Li Bumian was not interested in dealing with the foundation-building monk and saving some misstepped furnaces. After he put down a spirit stone on the table, he disappeared like an evaporated view of the daughter of the teahouse shopkeeper's daughter.

In the clear snow, Li Bumian burst out quickly, turning into a white rainbow, tearing open the clouds, and instantly arrived at the foot of Guilao Mountain. Then he hit the ground with a bang, causing a strong wind.

The mountain is covered with dense forests, with a faint layer of miasma covering the entire mountain, isolating the scene inside.

Seeing this, Li Bumian immediately unfolded his powerful spiritual sense and searched the entire Guizhuo Mountain. Under this powerful spiritual sense, the green miasma was useless. The huge Guizhuo Mountain was as transparent as it was all seen by Li Bumian, and nowhere was hidden.

Li Bumian found several male monks in the foundation-building realm in several stone chambers on the mountainside. This low state is not worth mentioning. Li Bumian could make them annihilate with just one look.

When Li Bumian's spiritual sense swept into the scene in a cave on the mountain, his brows frowned. Seven or eight outstanding female cultivators were all tied to the wall with thick iron chains. The highest level was the early stage of foundation building, and the rest were all qi condensation cultivation. This should be the record of the furnace and cauldron mentioned in the jade tube. They showed no sign of struggle, and their eyes were mostly dull and full of thoughts, as if they had accepted the fact that they were the furnace and cauldron.

Li Bumian finally fixed his spiritual sense in a simple shed built temporarily on the top of the mountain. A handsome and cold man was teasing a female cultivator. This man looked exactly the same as the demon bandit in the portrait. This was the cruel man who was in harmony with his master's widow, and Zhao Lei undoubtedly.

What is slightly different from the portrait is that Zhao Lei is a little more charming. He has a bit of rouge on his face and beautiful red eyeshadow, which makes him look a bit evil.

Zhao Lei was teasing the female cultivator in front of him. He flicked his fingers and a wind blade broke out into the air and cut it on the female cultivator's shoulder, but it did not hurt her. It only cut the clothes on her shoulder, revealing a piece of snow-white, just playing with it.

"Don't resist meaninglessly, just make a furnace and cauldron honestly. Even my master's wife is convinced."

Zhao Lei's expression was cold and his words were extremely explicit.

But the female cultivator refused to obey, covered the gap on her shoulders, and said zhengxing: "I have become a Taoist partner with others. If you want to force me, I...I will explode."

Zhao Lei stuttered and thought to himself that this slut is ungrateful. Although the low-level female cultivator's self-destruction is not very powerful and it poses no threat to him, he tried his best to capture such a casual cultivator, but he did not want to waste all his previous efforts.

Zhao Lei opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but found a white shadow approaching him quietly.

"Um?"

Before Zhao Lei could react, a handsome man in white was already seen in front of him.

Zhao Lei's mind became nervous. He was laid with miasma outside the Guizhuo Mountain, and he could not enter until the late stage of the foundation building.

The female cultivator under the same roof was also stunned. Even in this case, she was amazed by Li Bumian, who was as beautiful as a fairy.

Zhao Lei, who was nervous, did not dare to neglect. This person came here silently. If he had not had a superb level or had an extraordinary breath-catching technique, Zhao Lei looked at Li Bumian's cultivation level. However, at the peak of foundation building, Zhao Lei immediately felt relieved. This person must have seen the miasma around Guizhuo Mountain and thought there was some treasure inside, so he came here simply, which was not worth mentioning.

After Zhao Lei fled to this Guizhuo Mountain, he was extremely low-key. He neither slaughtered the people nor attacked the female cultivators of Lingyun Sect. He had always selected some unknown low-level female cultivators, and believed that he had not offended the Lingyun Sect. Lingyun Sect had no reason to kill him. The person in front of him was not like the Yinfeng Sect, and he could only be a lost random cultivator.

After Zhao Lei calmed down, he looked at Li Bumian's eyes with a touch of lewdness and said sarcastically, "Is it a man? It's not bad, it's even better than the fairy Mengrong in Taiqingguan."

Chu Mengrong, who is the Taiqing Temple of the Five Famous Sects, is a genius who is famous in the Southern Region. She not only has a strong cultivation level, but also has a superb appearance. She is recognized as the number one beauty in the Southern Region. She is inexplicably caught in the shooting.

Zhao Lei was overjoyed and knew that he was going to go up. He learned a martial art in his early years, which could help the man Yuanyang. However, even a demon cultivator, he felt that it was very inappropriate. He had never used it for many years. However, when he saw Li Bumian, Zhao Lei was moved.

Li Bumian was calm and looked at Zhao Lei's eyes as if he was looking down at an ant. He planned to get some information from the Yinfeng Sect from Zhao Lei's mouth, so he killed him to silence him.

Li Bumian asked lightly: "Are you an abandoned disciple of Yinfeng Sect?"

Zhao Lei was a little surprised. He didn't expect that since Li Bumian recognized him, it was no wonder that he was indeed wanted outside, so Zhao Lei didn't think much about it.

Li Bumian then asked, "What is the strongest person in Yinfeng Sect's cultivation level?"

Zhao Lei smiled faintly and replied indifferently: "I have nothing to do with Yinfeng Sect. Although I don't know what you are asking about this, since it is a beauty's question, of course I have to answer. The strongest monk of Yinfeng Sect is the fourth generation ancestor, and his half-step transformation of the gods. The beauty asked this, do you want to join the Yinfeng Sect?"

"beauty?"

Li Bumian's eyelids twitched, and his sword flashed.

Ka!

A bloodline appeared on Zhao Lei's neck, but Zhao Lei did not notice it.

In Zhao Lei's eyes, Li Bumian just drew his sword and did not realize that he had been killed.

"Beauty, what are you doing? My bounty is only two or three thousand spirit stones. I am a monk with alchemy. You have to think it through."

Zhao Lei smiled softly and said disapprovingly.

Li Bumian withdrew the blade, his face calmly, and he looked at Zhao Lei coldly without saying a word.

When Zhao Lei saw Li Bumian take back his magic weapon, he felt that Li Bumian was very sensible. Zhao Lei shook his head and smiled with emotion, but found something was wrong.

As Zhao Lei shook his head, the blood line on his neck began to burst, and Zhao Lei's eyes turned to astonishment, but it was too late. The broken mouth on his neck was as smooth as a mirror, and his head had already slipped down, and it fell to the ground with a click. It rolled several times before stopping, and black blood flowed all over the ground.
Chapter completed!