This greatly affects its image as a hermit.
Lan Yu lightly punched Ye Feng in the chest and spat.
"You run pretty fast, huh? What, can't handle so many beauties' favors?"
Ye Feng blushed with embarrassment.
Beside him, Fatty Situ's eyes widened, a lewd smile on his face, as he leaned forward and asked.
"What's going on?"
"Sect Leader, if you can't handle it, you can always spare a few beauties for me. Let me help you solve your problems, let me shelter you from the wind and rain, let me warm your bed... I mean, let me warm the beds for the beauties..."
"roll--"
Ye Feng kicked the lewd fat man away.
Xiahou Ba pointed at him, gloating.
"How many times have I told you? Remember to zip up the front door when you leave the house."
"Look at you, so sleazy, what beautiful woman would want you?"
"Damn it, you pig butcher, how dare you look down on me?"
The two started fighting.
The old weasel, always eager for a good show, joined in the commotion and stirred things up.
"Well done, brilliantly executed, you made the fat guy shout with delight."
"When slaughtering a pig, you have to reach out and gouge his eyes, yeah, then a groin kick, a left hook, a right hook, and the person who pisses you off is in danger."
"You pig butcher, you're really something. You can totally join my cult of followers. From now on, you can follow me, worship me, and look up to me. I'll grant you eternal life sooner or later."
This old weasel, with his hands behind his back, was babbling incessantly, spitting everywhere. Anyone who didn't know better would think he was running a pyramid scheme, trying to recruit new members.
What's even worse, while the two were locked in a fierce fight, the old man secretly stole a lot of pills from their bodies.
"Damn it, you weasel, shut your mouth!"
"Damn it, how dare they steal my pills!"
"Beat it up!"
Suddenly, the battle situation changed, with the fat man and the two pig butchers joining forces to deal with the old weasel.
In an instant, chickens flew and dogs barked, and shouts and curses filled the valley.
Ye Feng shook his head helplessly and led Lan Yu toward the valley, away from those three unreliable guys.
Inside the valley, there are jagged rocks and thickets of thorns.
The old tree is towering, its bark cracked, and its lush canopy, seen from afar, looks like a giant umbrella.
In the valley, there are many such old trees, their branches stretching out horizontally, with dappled sunlight filtering through the gaps in their lush foliage.
The valley was dark, and miasma formed a thick fog that sealed off the entire valley.
Ye Feng could tell at a glance that this was an ancient killing formation.
If an ordinary martial artist accidentally wanders in, he will surely die.
Zhan Chunqiu must be hiding here.
To kill him, you must break through this killing formation.
"Heh, Ye Feng, if you've got the guts, come in. I'm waiting for you..."
A sinister voice suddenly emanated from within the great formation, sending chills down everyone's spines...
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