At five o'clock in the morning, Nectarine Girl was lying on the ground, vomiting continuously. She had reached her limit.

"No, I have to go down the mountain..." The nectarine girl struggled to get up and left the woods tremblingly.

Ever since Li Banfeng left, Youtao Girl also had the idea of going down the mountain, but whenever she saw other people still picking flowers, she was reluctant to leave.

Affected by the poisonous fog, Nectarine's efficiency dropped sharply. In the past eight hours, she only picked three snake chrysanthemums in total and spent most of the time resting.

Even though she knew she was dizzy and had difficulty walking, she still felt uncomfortable watching others picking flowers.

People are like this. When they see others making money, they feel like they have suffered a great loss, and they feel like a pool of gold is right in front of them and they can make more money by gritting their teeth.

But now, she couldn't bear it anymore.

Walking along the mountain path, I vaguely heard footsteps behind me.

Nectarine was startled, covered her waist pocket and turned around suddenly.

When he turned back, he turned too fast, his vision shook, and the nectarine fell to the ground.

There was indeed someone chasing after him. It was the little girl Cao Ye.

Cao Ye stepped forward and helped Youtao up. He took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms and gave it to Youtao: "Sister, I have some cooling powder here. Take a bite and you will feel better. If you don't believe me, I'll take a bite first..."

Youtao smiled, took the porcelain bottle, took a bite, and rested for a while. She really felt much better.

"I've eaten a lot of your candies and powders today, and I really feel like I owe you something," Youtao opened the bag and took out five snake chrysanthemums. "Don't despise me, it's not much, just accept it."

Cao Ye shook his head and said, "I picked more than you. I have sixty-one plants. I don't want yours. Let's go down the mountain together. I still need your care on the way."

Youtao pinched Caoye's cheek and said with a smile, "Let's go together."

The two walked down the mountain. Less than an hour later, a figure in front of them blocked their way.

Cao Ye was startled and shrank behind Youtao.

Nectarine has been through life, but she is still quite calm.

She first observed the condition of the mountain road, and then shouted to the person who was blocking the road: "Hey, big brother, are you looking for snakeweed? I can show you the way. It's a good place with many beautiful flowers."

In the thick fog, the man smiled and said, "I think this is a good place right now. I think you two flowers are pretty good."

That voice sounds familiar.

Youtao smiled when he heard this: "Brother, you are so sweet. If you say I am a flower, I will admit it shamelessly. How old is this little girl? She is just a bud at most. How can you have the heart to touch her?"

As he spoke, Youtao stretched out his hand towards Caoye, motioning for her to bring over the cooling powder.

After taking a mouthful of cooling powder, Youtao's condition improved a little. She realized that she could not avoid this hurdle.

The man took two steps forward, and his shiny head was reflected in the night.

It’s this bald guy again!

"I won't waste my words with you two," the bald man wiped his machete, "I'll leave the flowers behind and let you two live."

As he was speaking, three of the bald man's followers appeared behind him.

Cao Ye was very scared and held the cloth bag around his waist tightly.

Nectarine patted her and signaled her not to panic.

A medicine cultivator cannot fight, but should be able to use medicine. I wonder if this girl has any poison.

But why didn't Youtao listen to the bald man and leave the snake flower behind to save his own life?

Because she had been around the world, she knew what kind of people they were.

This is a desolate mountain area, and they are two women.

Even if they really left the flowers behind, they might not be able to save their lives, and they would not die simply.

Youtao smiled softly, blinked at the bald man, and said tenderly: "Brother, look at what you said. You are a real man, but you are willing to bully two weak women like me?"

The bald man smiled and said, "I'm really reluctant to do that. How about this, both of you serve me together. Whoever serves me best will be rewarded with a flower."

"Brother, one plant is not enough! If I work harder, can't you reward me more?" The nectarine twisted its body, revealing its charm with its exquisite curves.

Especially her voice, which was like goose feathers dipped in honey, brushing back and forth on the back.

The bald man's heartbeat was quickening, and so were the heartbeats of his three followers.

"You bitch, you're the Huan Xiu. You were the one who did it during the day!" The bald man spat. "You're playing this trick on your grandfather? Today, I'll let you have a good taste of what's happening to you!"

Four people rushed up together, and Youtao pulled out two short knives from his waist.

…

In the grove, the old smoker put the last bit of tobacco in his pipe, lit it, and took two deep puffs.

"That's enough for me, everyone. See you later." Lao Yanpao picked a total of ninety-one snake chrysanthemums. Among the group of people, he earned the most.

But he couldn't hold on any longer.

He used tobacco oil to protect his throat and filtered out a lot of toxic mist, but he was old after all, and after spending nearly twenty hours in Kuwu Mountain, he had reached his limit.

When Lao Yan Pao stood up and was about to leave, Hu Laozi stepped forward and stopped him: "Old man, don't be in a hurry. It's not daybreak yet. Leave later."

Old Smoker noticed something was wrong and looked Tiger up and down: "Why, you want to do something black?"

Tiger Kozi said with a smile: "Old man, don't be so harsh. We are partners, shouldn't we take care of each other on the way? You are carrying so many beautiful flowers down the mountain, something will definitely happen along the way, why not give them to us for safekeeping and return them to you after you get down the mountain."

"I'll give it to you for safekeeping?" The old smoker smiled. "Thank you for your kindness. We met by chance, and this is the end of our fate."

Tiger Lamb blocked Old Smoker's way and said, "Old man, please leave the pocket behind. I really want to do this for your own good."

The old man sneered, "Little calf, I've long seen that you and the guy with glasses are not good people.

When that bald guy came just now, you two just made noises without putting in any effort, just praising and teasing, telling crosstalk.

The battle is almost over, and you two are rushing over here pretending to be good guys. You and the bald guy are in the same group, right? "

This was said to Qin Xiaopang.

Qin Xiaopang stood there stupidly, not knowing why Hu Gaozi and Lao Yanpao were arguing.

After hearing what the old smoker said, he understood a little bit.

The old smoker continued, "When we were on the mountain, the bald guy robbed us once, and when we got to the flower picking place, he robbed us again. You were pretending to be a good person, but you actually wanted the bald guy to test our skills.

If we are not good enough, let the bald guy grab them first. If we lose the flowers, we will definitely have to work hard to get them back. When it is night, you can collect them all at once.

If we were good at fighting, you wouldn't let the bald guy do it. At night, when we were gone, you could deal with them one by one.

"Little Fatty, the one who came with you was called Baisha. He must have died on the way. I'm afraid those two girls are dead too. If we don't take action now, we'll die at the hands of these two bastards."

Upon hearing this, Xiaopang quickly put away his pockets and picked up the axe.

The man with gold-rimmed glasses adjusted his glasses, looked at the two of them, and said with a smile: "Don't be impulsive, listen to my advice,

Old Smoker, you have good eyesight, but you are too greedy. With your cultivation level, if you go down the mountain early, we can't stop you.

But you insisted on holding on until now, you probably can't even stand steadily, right?

I can tell that you have been around a lot, but this is probably your first time on Kuwu Mountain.

Do you think that with your smoke oil, you can block the poisonous fog of Kuwu Mountain? If that were the case, Kuwu Mountain would become your world!"

The old smoker laughed and said, "The smoke oil can't block all the poisonous fog, but at least it can block most of it. It's much better than you guys holding on until now. If you don't agree, just give it a try."

The man with gold-rimmed glasses sighed, took out a handkerchief and wiped his glasses: "I shouldn't talk to a fool like you. It takes too much effort."

Tiger Lamb rushed out with a dagger and said, "If we kill him, it's over. If he wants to die, how can we stop him?"

The old smoker looked at the little fat man.

Qin Xiaopang was still thinking about when would be the right time to take action.

Unexpectedly, Tiger Boy suddenly jumped over and kicked Xiaopang in the face.

Food cultivators, when well fed and watered, have extraordinary physical talents, can run, fight, and are very resistant to attacks, and have a certain resistance to poisons and the like.

But if you take any one of his talents alone, he is not the best.

As for his talent in fighting, he was obviously not as good as Hugaozi, because Hugaozi was a martial artist.

The kick landed on Xiaopang's face, and Xiaopang was completely unprepared. Tiger stepped forward and stabbed Xiaopang in the stomach again, but Xiaopang managed to barely dodge it this time.

But after dodging the knife in the stomach, he was punched on the chin by Hu Gaozi. The fat boy lost his balance and fell to the ground. Hu Gaozi kicked him in the face again, knocking him unconscious.

Hu Laozi was just about to make the final move when he suddenly saw a burst of yellow smoke coming behind him.

Hu Kozi quickly dodged the smoke, and sparks flew onto his face again.

Both Tiger Kid and the Man with Gold-rimmed Glasses claimed to be first-level practitioners, but in fact, this was just a scare tactic, as they had no level at all, while Old Smoker was a real first-level practitioner.

The man with gold-rimmed glasses couldn't deal with the old smoker alone, and the old smoker didn't give Tiger Boy a chance to finish him off.

Old Smoker admired the Fatty very much, because when they were fighting with the Baldy, the Fatty was the only one who actually took action.

After you pick up the man with gold-rimmed glasses and the tiger cub, you may meet the bald man on your way down the mountain. This little fat guy will be a good helper.

Seeing that he could not kill Xiaopang for the time being, Hu Gaozi and Gold-rimmed Glasses quickly surrounded Lao Yanpao. Lao Yanpao used his pipe, smoke and fire to deal with the two men. At first, he had the upper hand. Lao Yanpao thought he could deal with the two men in the time it took to smoke a pack of cigarettes.

But when he finished the bag of cigarettes, Old Smoker lost the fight and his situation was not good.

Without smoke, the combat power of Yan Xiu is one level lower.

The old man fought and retreated, the man with gold-rimmed glasses waving his folding fan, and his attacks became more and more fierce.

This shouldn’t be the case. The man with gold-rimmed glasses also stayed in the mountain for a whole day, so how come he doesn’t look like he was poisoned?

The old smoker was attacked from both sides, with no way to retreat. He exhaled the last puff of cigarette he had been holding in, and the smoke rushed to the face of the man with gold-rimmed glasses like a sharp blade.

The man with gold-rimmed glasses waved his folding fan, blowing away the smoke.

It's no use blowing it away, the smoke is poisonous, and the old smoker blew out the poison hidden in his dentures along with it.

The tiger baby covered his mouth and nose, and backed away repeatedly, with tears and snot streaming down his face.

The man with gold-rimmed glasses coughed twice but was not affected too much.

The old smoker was stunned. Why didn’t the poisonous smoke knock him down?

Could it be that he is a poison cultivator?

broken!

The last puff of cigarette was finished and the old smoker didn't get a chance to escape.

The folding fan blew air in front of him, and the old smoker smelled a strange fragrance.

not good!

There is poison on his fan!

The old smoker's vision became blurred and he realized that he was poisoned!

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