The saint held the tea cup and shook it gently in his hand.

Li Banfeng's power came in waves, making the saint feel both surprised and familiar.

"Have you been on the battlefield?" the saint asked.

"So." Li Banfeng answered vaguely, and there was no need for him to answer too clearly.

And this is also true. Whether you have been on the battlefield or not depends on the specific definition of the battlefield.

Logically speaking, the battle between Qiu Luoye and Shui Yongquan is also a serious battlefield.

The sage asked again: "How old are you this year?"

Li Banfeng thought for a while: "I can't remember, maybe it's the same as you."

This is a half-truth. Li Banfeng cannot be as old as this saint, but he really cannot remember his own age. He is an orphan.

The saint's domineering power was still confronting Li Banfeng's power. One disciple couldn't help but be curious. He wanted to know what kind of person he was, who could be on an equal footing with his master.

He raised his eyes and looked into the room, and this small movement was noticed by the saint.

The saint waved his sleeves, and the face of the disciple who raised his eyes outside the door was distorted, and the blood vessels on his head suddenly swelled, bursting in a blink of an eye, and blood sprayed out, and the disciple lost his breath.

The saint looked at Li Banfeng and asked, "Do you understand this time?"

Li Banfeng shook his head and said, "I don't understand."

"I asked him to kneel here, and he has to kneel properly. This is my rule.

If he doesn't kneel well and doesn't obey my rules, he should die. Do you understand this time?"

Li Banfeng glanced outside the door, pointed at a disciple and said: "He's not good at kneeling either. Look at his posture, it's sloppy and he's obviously not sincere. If you kill another one, I'll take a look. I'll take a look at it a few more times."

Maybe you’ll understand.”

The tea was shaken again, and the saint was very annoyed, but he had to restrain himself.

Li Banfeng took a sip of tea. He was very nervous, but he couldn't let it show on his face.

The saint put the tea cup on the table, looked at Li Banfeng and said, "Do you know my identity?"

Li Banfeng asked, "What do you think?"

"Do you know that salesmen don't dare to come to my land easily?" The saint did not lie. Salesmen rarely come here.

Li Banfeng took the situation seriously and said: "That's why I'm here. As a senior brother, I have to find some dignity for my junior brother."

Even if the bullshit is nonsense, it must be serious enough. Although Hong Ying has the power to bless him, if he cannot frighten the opponent, Li Banfeng's situation will be in danger.

The saint suddenly smiled, and his ferocious expression softened: "Do you think you can get back this scene?"

Li Banfeng shook his head and said: "I can't get it back. I lost half of it, but I didn't lose to you!"

Lost half.

The saint was silent for a moment and then laughed loudly. He fully recognized this statement:

"What you said makes sense. You did not lose to me.

I can agree to the conditions you proposed. Tomorrow night, at this time, you take people with you. In this village, you can take as many people as you want to follow you.

Before ten o'clock, you must set off and walk southward until you see the way out.

After you leave, this incident will be over. If you can think of a way to restore the situation in the future, I will still be waiting for you here!"

Li Banfeng nodded and said, "It's a deal."

"It's fate that we met each other. I have something to give you." The saint waved his hand, and the disciple in white held a book box and walked on his knees to deliver it to Li Banfeng.

Li Banfeng put the book box away, looked at the young man in white and said: "You can walk on your knees, you are quite familiar with it. It seems that you have practiced it regularly.

But you just walked carelessly, and the steps on your knees were obviously uneven. I think this is caused by insufficient respect. Please walk back and forth a few more times and let me see your sincerity."

As he spoke, the boy in white broke into a cold sweat. He was really afraid that the master would kill him if he believed Li Banfeng's words.

The saint did not embarrass the disciple in white, and waved his hand to let him exit the wooden house.

Li Banfeng took the book box and did not open it rashly. He pointed out the weight and estimated that there were four or five books inside.

The saint said to Li Banfeng: "This is historical data, real historical data. Don't you want to open it and take a look?"

Li Banfeng shook his head and said, "I'm not so anxious about reading. If I don't know some words, I'll let you laugh at me."

These historical books must not be opened in front of saints.

Li Banfeng claims to be of the same age as the saint, but if he is not familiar with historical materials and cannot even judge the authenticity of these historical books, it means that Li Banfeng must show his cowardice, and the price of showing his cowardice is obvious.

The saint smiled and said: "Even if you don't like reading, you should know the price of Puozhou historical materials. These few volumes are enough for you to exchange for tens of millions of wealth. This gift is not too thin."

Li Banfeng thanked him and put the book box aside.

The saint stood up and said: "I have given enough sincerity. I hope you will keep your promise. I will come to see your situation at ten o'clock tomorrow night. If you lie to me, I will keep you here forever. Let's see who will regret it then."

After saying this, the saint left.

Li Banfeng asked the saint's back: "Aren't you going to leave a deed?"

The sage smiled and said: "A gentleman's agreement does not require that thing."

The domineering power struck again, and Li Banfeng forcibly restrained himself from trembling.

Is Li Banfeng really afraid of him?

Afraid!

But is there really no way to deal with him?

Not really.

He can continue to rob the road, continue to fight, turn the whole bitch gang upside down, and gain more benefits.

Even if the saint wants to be cruel, Li Banfeng can escape to his home for a while.

But Li Banfeng decided to leave.

As he said, he did not lose to the saint, but he had already lost half of this battle. There were some things that he could not change.

He also understood one thing, why the salesman didn't come to Bitch Post easily.

After sending the saint away, Li Banfeng called Xiao Yeci: "Have you decided, do you want to leave with me or stay here?"

Xiao Yeci puffed up his chest and said, "I want to follow my benefactor. I will not stay here."

Li Banfeng confirmed again: "Just leave as soon as you say it, no ambiguity?"

Xiao Yeci responded sincerely: "My benefactor said to leave, so I left without any hesitation."

Lu Chunying said from the side: "I'll let my mother change her pants later. Isn't this considered hesitation?"

Li Banfeng replied seriously: "Changing pants doesn't count. After you change your pants, go to the cottage and ask for me how many people want to stay and how many people want to leave. Before eight o'clock tomorrow night,

You must tell me."

Naturally, Xiao Yeci did not dare to neglect Li Banfeng's instructions.

She went from house to house and asked.

She knew that this group of people did not want to rob anymore, nor did they want to take risks.

But she believed that if they could leave this place, these people would definitely agree without hesitation.

But she was wrong.

She asked around, but no one immediately agreed to let her go with her benefactor, and their answers were also vague.

"Sister Xiao, I injured my foot while pushing the cart. I have to rest for two days."

"Mrs. Xiao, we can't leave these two days. As the saying goes, the soldiers and horses should go ahead with the food and grass before they move. If we want to leave, we have to wait until the next batch of food is harvested."

They didn't want to leave and tried every possible means to hold them back.

But if you ask carefully, there are three main reasons.

First, those who were abducted have nowhere to go even if they leave this place.

Second, those who were sent by their families will probably be sent back even if they return home.

The third is those who do not believe in Li Banfeng. They think that Li Banfeng cannot be the opponent of the saint and cannot take them out alive.

In Xiao Yeci's opinion, these three reasons all have some truth.

But in Li Banfeng's view, these three reasons are actually not the focus.

The point is, they can live their lives now again.

As long as life can go on, they are willing to live on.

This was expected by Li Banfeng.

This place is different. It is different from Yaowanggou, Lushui City, and Tiemen Fort. The people who have stayed here for a long time are completely different from other places.

At eight o'clock in the evening the next day, Li Banfeng set off immediately without any hesitation or delay.

When they arrived at the gate of the village, Niu Guangda tied the cow aside and walked behind Li Banfeng with a package on his back: "My dear, I went to herd the cows because I didn't want to attract attention. I am following you. Where are you going?
To be continued...