Whoosh!

In the darkness, a stretch of forest suddenly trembled, its branches swaying slightly, and a large amount of snowflakes, like willow catkins, fell one after another.

"Um?"

With a quick glance, Lin Xiaofei saw Li Guanghui disappear into the mud. He raised an eyebrow, and then the ground within a twenty-foot radius beneath his feet began to tremble slightly.

In an instant, the layer of soil on the ground seemed to jump up and down, quickly turning into fist-sized stones that flew directly towards him.

"What kind of magic is this?"

A flicker of doubt crossed Lin Xiaofei's eyes, and he murmured something.

Buzz!

He saw countless stones bursting from the ground and rushing towards him.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

At the same time, he waved his hand, and a black light flashed, transforming into a large black net that enveloped and blocked all the flying stones.

puff!

Dirt splashed everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, it was as if a burrowing rat was rolling around in the soil and rushing towards where Lin Xiaofei was standing.

The churning earth, when it was still five meters away from Lin Xiaofei, splashed up, and a white flying sword emerged from the ground, tilted upwards.

In an instant, Lin Xiaofei casually waved his hand, and the Spiked Shield Spiritual Light Cauldron, a high-grade defensive spiritual artifact, was placed in front of him to block the attack.

boom!

The flying sword struck the defensive magical artifact, trembled slightly, and with a loud boom, it flew backward and embedded itself in the soil.

This gray flying sword is a mid-grade spiritual weapon. Although its offensive power is considerable, it is insufficient in the face of a high-grade defensive spiritual weapon.

Immediately, Lin Xiaofei leaped into the air, took a step, lowered his head slightly, and glanced around. He saw that the soil in a certain area below was shaking.

Without thinking much, he casually slapped the ground below with his palm.

The enormous palm print, as heavy as a mountain, seemed to carry an overwhelming momentum as it rapidly descended from the void.

Li Guanghui, who was moving through the mud, suddenly couldn't sense the force of Lin Xiaofei's feet on the ground, so he quickly stuck his head out of the ground and glanced around.

Immediately, his expression changed slightly, and he exclaimed in surprise:

That palm technique... I feel like I've seen it somewhere before.

He originally wanted to use earth-遁 (earth-遁 is a technique of escape from the earth) to play with Lin Xiaofei and let the other party know his strength, but the flying sword he activated was easily blocked.

At this moment, the spell the opponent was casting resembled the powerful spell of Peak Master Zhou from the Little Fire Peak lineage, the Mountain-Turning Demon Palm.

"Senior Brother Li, you should stay in the soil a little longer."

With a soft whisper, Lin Xiaofei's Mountain-Turning Demon Palm descended from the sky.

Upon realizing it was the Mountain-Turning Demon Hand, Li Guanghui was immediately terrified. He unleashed his spiritual energy, bursting forth from the ground and rushing towards the nearby woods.

boom!

A deafening roar, like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting open, was followed by a scream of agony.

The surrounding ground and forest trembled, and a huge mud pit with a handprint appeared on the ground.

Embedded in the mud pit of the palm print is a human figure, none other than Li Guanghui.

At this moment, Li Guanghui was covered in mud from head to toe, and blood was spitting out from the corner of his mouth.

Fortunately, he knew the art of burrowing underground, using the power of the soil to mitigate some of the damage; otherwise, he estimated that he would have suffered multiple fractures from that palm strike.

After struggling for a few moments, he slowly stood up from the mud pit.

"Senior Brother Li, don't you like playing in the mud? How about I give you another slap?"

Arriving at the mud pit containing the palm print, Lin Xiaofei uttered a soft word, then slowly raised one hand, revealing an astonishing spiritual pressure emanating from it.

He didn't use his full strength when he unleashed the Mountain-Turning Demon Palm; otherwise, he could have killed him with a single blow.

"Junior Brother Lin, please have mercy! I apologize to you."

Seeing that Lin Xiaofei was about to strike again, Li Guanghui quickly lowered his posture and put on a begging look.

"Apologize?"

Lin Xiaofei smiled faintly and said:

Senior Brother Li, didn't you just say you wanted me to compensate you with 110,000 low-grade spirit stones? Why have you changed your mind?

"Junior Brother Lin, I was just joking with you."

Li Guanghui limped out of the mud pit.

"You're joking with me, but I don't have time to joke with you."

As he spoke, Lin Xiaofei waved his hand, and a terrifying spiritual pressure, like a tornado, slammed into Li Guanghui, sending him flying.

Li Guanghui fell heavily into the mud pit, spitting out another mouthful of blood, and hurriedly said:

"Junior Brother Lin, please stop hitting us! I'll compensate you with 110,000 low-grade spirit stones, please let us go!"

"I can let you go."

As he spoke, Lin Xiaofei paused, a sudden inspiration struck him, and he casually said with a smile:

However, 110,000 low-grade spirit stones are too few.

I heard you've been here for many years and are extremely wealthy. You can easily come up with ten 110,000s. Or we can give you that amount.

Otherwise, it would be very difficult for either of you to leave here today.

"Lin Xiaofei, don't go too far! Do you dare to kill us?"

Despite the excruciating pain and blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, Li Guanghui spoke angrily.

"Senior Brother Li, look where we are. It's pitch black all around, and there are only the three of us here."

If I were to kill you all and throw you deep into the snowy forest, who would know?

Lin Xiaofei glanced at Li Guanghui and said calmly.

"you..."

Li Guanghui was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Gao Shang lying unconscious on the ground not far away. After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and said, "

We don't have 1.1 million low-grade spirit stones on us.

However, the contents of the storage bag, when added together, might be worth 1.1 million low-grade spirit stones.

"Then take the things out."

Lin Xiaofei's eyes lit up, and he was startled, but he pretended to be calm and said.

He originally just wanted to scare Li Guanghui, but who would have thought that the other party could actually produce something worth 1.1 million low-grade spirit stones.

Soon, Li Guanghui limped over to Gao Shang's side and took the other man's storage bag from his waist.

Before long, he dumped all his things, including his valuables, onto the ground for Lin Xiaofei to choose from.

Lin Xiaofei glanced around and mentally tallied the list:

Two million leaves of the second-grade locust tree, over twenty thousand first-grade purple spirit bamboo stalks, forty thousand low-grade spirit herbs, four hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones, seven books made of exotic animal hides, seventeen magical artifacts, one hundred top-grade red-eyed snow bear pelts, and so on.

He really hadn't expected that the two of them would have so many things on them combined.

He knew that Li Guanghui and Gao Shang had been stationed in this place for many years, and it was impossible for them to have so much wealth on their salaries alone.

As for the red locust tree leaves and the purple bamboo, those belong to our sect.

"These two dared to covet the leaves of the Sophora japonica and the Purple Spirit Bamboo. If Elder Ye of the Spirit Plant Valley finds out, he will probably confiscate all their possessions and even throw them into the dungeon for fifty years."

However, since these things are already in my hands, there's no need to hand them over.

Lin Xiaofei thought to himself.

Ten locust tree leaves are worth one low-grade spirit stone. Two million leaves would be worth two hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones. One purple spirit bamboo is worth twenty low-grade spirit stones. Twenty thousand bamboos would be worth four hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones. Adding other items, it's a huge sum of money.