Han Li frowned.

I felt like I was in big trouble.

This Li Feiyu doesn't look like the rumored cool Senior Brother Li at all. Instead, he is quirky and slippery!

Not cool at all!

Faced with such a cunning old man, I feel that it is getting more and more difficult to cope with it.

next time!

Next time, if it doesn’t do any good, I definitely won’t save anyone!

The resentment of Old Demon Han is getting deeper and deeper!

But facing Li Feiyu, the originator of resentment, he had no choice but to do so.

It's about saving people, it's about leaking unknown formulas, it's about painkillers...

You can't just fall out and offend a powerful guy for no reason, right?!

"What happened again?"

Han Li was very impatient.

This is the first time he has shown such emotions!

Li Feiyu smiled when he saw it and took out the cloth: "There are a few things I don't understand very well and I would like to ask for advice."

"Don't reject me either!"

"I just want to be more brilliant in the last few years of my life!"

Han Li fell silent!

Looking at Li Feiyu with a desolate smile.

He sighed helplessly.

Shaked his head.

"Okay, but I can't guarantee that you can really learn it!"

"Besides, this thing... is really useless, so don't hold out too much hope!"

"Look at me... I've already reached the third level of cultivation, but I'm still powerless!"

Listening to Han Li let out a sigh of relief.

Li Feiyu nodded calmly, but his heart was filled with laughter.

Han Li... is still young.

At this time, perhaps it is the best time to deal with the old devil, right?!

I don’t know if I think about it hundreds of years later...

Will the old devil suddenly realize that he has been deceived?

Li Feiyu is looking forward to that day.

Han Li will look very interesting when the time comes!

Han Li's repeated assurances, coupled with guidance and guidance...

Basically, there is a 77-88 chance of ensuring that the first level of Changchun Gong is real.

I read it again and again yesterday, and all the doubts and confusions in my heart were clarified.

Li Feiyu already had a rough idea in his mind.

At first, Han Laomo was exploring on his own, and Mo Juren didn't even lead him in. Now that he was led in by Han Li, his understanding and practice of Changchun Gong has actually been accelerated to a certain extent!

"Xiao Han!"

Clear all your doubts!

Li Feiyu patted Han Li on the shoulder: "As I said before, if anything happens, I'll come to you, Brother Yu!"

Han Li: "..."

"By the way, I have one more thing!"

"..."

Han Li went numb and looked at Li Feiyu with resentful eyes.

There is only regret in my heart.

If I had known earlier, I would not have saved Li Feiyu.

Pure troublemaker.

"You are Doctor Mo's disciple, you should be able to refine elixirs that replenish qi and blood, right?!"

Li Feiyu turned a blind eye to Han Li's grievances and just talked about his own affairs: "I'll take the money from you, at a premium!"

"Don't refuse, you are not in need, isn't there a need in the family?!"

"My elder brother wants to marry his sister-in-law, right? My younger brother wants to give her a bride price, right? My parents want medical treatment, right? What about my sister? My sister must get married, right? No dowry? Can my husband's family afford it?!"

A series of words.

Han Li, who wanted to refuse, fell silent.

Li Feiyu patted Han Li on the shoulder: "We went up the mountain and it's hard to go home. I can help you a little bit and charge a premium, which is a little bit of my kindness."

Finished.

Regardless of whether Han Li answered or not, Li Feiyu took the bag of painkillers and left calmly.

By charging a premium, it seems that he suffered a loss.

In fact, win!

A little money from ordinary people got a little gratitude from Han Li and brought them closer together.

It even got off to a good start...

A good start to the deal.

Will it not be easy to get elixirs from Han Li in the future?

Maybe it’s free sex!

Thinking of Han Li holding the Sky Palm Vase, cultivating medicinal materials, and working hard to refine elixirs, he still wanted to give himself a share.

Li Feiyu's smile was bright.

Walking back towards Wai Ren Hall and the disciple courtyard.

Facing the constant greetings from his disciples, Li Feiyu nodded calmly while checking everyone's information.

Still haven't found anyone with spiritual roots.

Um?

When he opened the door, a black line appeared in the yard——

[Zhao Ping——Level: little famous, spiritual root: none, age: sixty-one, lifespan: sixty-eight, internal strength: Zhengyang Jin (sixth level), martial arts: Thunder Sword Technique, Thunder Slash,

Eight steps to catch the cicada.]

Zhao Ping.

A very unfamiliar message.

But then, a piece of relevant information came to mind.

This is his master!

It was only briefly introduced in the original work that Li Feiyu's master was an ordinary protector, and he didn't even have a name.

But now, his memory reminded him that the man in his sixties with some gray hair sitting in the yard was his master Zhao Ping.

"Rainshower!"

Zhao Ping here heard the movement and looked over.

Seeing Li Feiyu, a look of joy and worry appeared on his withered old face.

He stood up directly and strode over.

"Master!"

Li Feiyu calmly responded to the cheap master in front of him.

Zhao Ping walked over, grabbed his arms, and asked with concern: "Feiyu, what's the matter with you? What injury did you suffer?!"

Li Feiyu was stunned for a moment.

Injuried?

"Do you still want to hide it from me?!"
To be continued...