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Chapter 250 Half the Battle

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

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

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

"I guess so." Li Banfeng's answer was vague, and there was no need for him to answer too clearly.

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

The battle between Autumn Leaves and Water Spring should, in theory, be a serious battlefield.

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

Li Banfeng thought for a moment and said, "I can't remember, maybe it's about the same as yours."

This is half true. Li Banfeng cannot be as old as the saint, but he indeed cannot remember his own age. He is an orphan.

These history books must never be opened in front of the saint.

Lost half.

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

He can continue to rob and fight, turning the entire Bitch Gang upside down and gain more benefits.

The domineering aura came again, and Li Banfeng forced himself to restrain himself from shaking.

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

Li Banfeng asked the saint from behind: "Don't you want to leave a deed?"

Having said this, the saint left.

"You are right. You did not lose to me.

I can agree to your condition. Tomorrow night, at this time, you will take your people away, right here in this mountain village. You can take as many people as want to go with you.

Before ten o'clock, you must set out, head south, and keep going until you see a way out.

After you leave, this matter will be over. If you can find a way to get back on track, I will still be waiting for you here!"

The saint waved his sleeves, and the disciple outside the door who raised his eyes had a distorted face. The blood vessels on his head suddenly swelled up and burst in an instant. The disciple died as blood spurted out.

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

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

The saint placed the teacup on the table, looked at Li Banfeng and said, "Do you know who I am?"

Li Banfeng continued, "I came here for this matter. As a senior brother, I have to save face for my junior brother."

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

The saint was silent for a moment, then burst into laughter. He agreed with this statement very much:

Is Li Banfeng really afraid of him?

Afraid!

But is there really no way to deal with him?

Not really.

Even if he was talking nonsense, he had to make it very concise. Although he had Hong Ying's power, if he couldn't scare the other party, Li Banfeng would be in danger.

The saint's arrogance was still competing with Li Banfeng's power. One disciple couldn't help but feel curious. He wanted to know what kind of person could be on par with his master.

"I told him to kneel here, so he had to kneel properly. This is my rule.

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

Even if the saint wanted to take ruthless action, Li Banfeng could escape back to his residence and take shelter for a while.

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

"It's fate that we meet. I have something to give you." The saint waved his hand, and the white-robed disciple, holding a book box, knelt down and brought it to Li Banfeng.

"Do you know that peddlers don't dare to come to my territory easily?" The saint did not lie, peddlers indeed rarely came.

Li Banfeng asked back: "What do you think?"

Li Banfeng shook his head and said, "There's no rush to read. What if there are some words I don't know and you laugh at me again?"

Li Banfeng claimed that he was of the same age as the saint, but if he was not familiar with the historical materials and could not even judge the authenticity of these history books, it would mean that Li Banfeng would inevitably be exposed, and the price of exposure was obvious.

Li Banfeng glanced outside the door and pointed at a disciple and said, "He's not kneeling well either. Look at his posture, it's loose and sloppy, and it's obvious that he's not sincere. Kill another one for me to see. I might understand after watching him a few more times."

He kneeled badly, he just didn't obey my rules, he deserves to die, do you understand now?"

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

He raised his eyes and looked into the house, and this small action was discovered by the saint.

As he spoke, the young man in white was sweating profusely. He was really afraid that his master would believe Li Banfeng's words and take his life directly.

Li Banfeng thanked him and put the book box aside.

The saint smiled and said, "Even if you don't like reading, you should know the price of Prostate historical materials. Just these few volumes are enough to exchange for a fortune. This gift is not small."

The tea sloshed again, and the saint was annoyed, but he had to control himself.

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

But you didn't walk attentively just now, and the steps of your two knees were obviously uneven. I think this is caused by your lack of respect. Walk back and forth a few more times to show me your sincerity."

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

The saint did not make things difficult for the disciple in white. He waved his hand and asked him to leave the wooden house.

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

But Li Banfeng decided to leave.

Just like he said, he did not lose to the saint, but in this battle, he had already lost half. There were some things he could not change.

He also understood one thing, why the peddler would not come to the bitch post easily.

After seeing the saint off, Li Banfeng called Xiao Yeci and asked, "Have you decided? Do you want to go with me or stay here?"

Xiao Yeci puffed out his chest and said, "I am going to follow my benefactor. I will not stay here."

Li Banfeng confirmed once more: "You're leaving right away, no ambiguity?"

Xiao Yeci answered sincerely: "If my benefactor says to leave, I will leave without any hesitation."

Lu Chunying said, "Let my mother change her pants first. Is that not considered hesitation?"

Li Banfeng answered seriously, "Changing pants doesn't count. After you change your pants, go to the village and ask how many people want to stay and how many want to leave. You must tell me before 8 o'clock tomorrow night."

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

She went door to door asking.

She knew that this group of people didn't want to rob again, nor did they want to take risks again.

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 very vague.

"Sister Xiao, I hurt my foot when I was pushing the cart. I need to rest for two days."

"Madam Xiao, we can't leave these two days. As the saying goes, food comes before troops move. If we want to leave, we have to wait until the next crop of food is harvested."

They didn't want to leave and tried every possible means to delay their departure.

But upon closer inspection, there are three main reasons.

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

Second, that