Quick Wear: The scumbag is on the prowl, beware

Fugui had just taken a sip of tea when he heard the boy's roar coming from the bedroom.

"Di Feisheng, where is the body of my senior brother Shan Gudao?"

"Puff...cough cough." Fugui spat out a mouthful of tea.

Why is this unfortunate child so stubborn!

But judging from the powerful voice, he should be fine.

Pushing open the door, Qi An's mouth twitched.

The number one and number two on the martial arts list had just woken up from serious injuries and were already running out of internal strength. They also had no weapons, so the two of them started fighting with their bare hands.

Li Xiangyi kicked hard and Di Feisheng was hit. When he fell, he pulled Li Xiangyi with him. The two of them rolled into a ball like children fighting.

Qi Anfugui: "..."

The picture is so beautiful!

"Just lie down, you little bastards."

Qi An roared, then stepped forward with lightning speed, picking up one with each hand and throwing them onto the bed.

"Master..."

When Li Xiangyi saw Qimushan, his eyes suddenly turned red and he got down to the ground and knelt in front of Qimushan.

Di Feisheng looked at the unremarkable old man in front of him in silence.

Master?

This is Li Xiangyi’s master Qi Mushan. Was he the one who saved him?

"Master, my brother was killed by the people of the Golden Mandarin Duck Alliance, and now even his body has been snatched away. It's because of my incompetence. I'm sorry."

"I'll say it again, the Golden Yuan League did not kill your senior brother." Di Feisheng said in a deep voice.

Although Di Feisheng was seriously injured, he was actually in a good mood.

Before falling into the sea, he finally defeated Li Xiangyi. Even if he only won by half a move, he was still the best in the world.

Li Xiangyi is always proud outside, as if there is nothing he can't handle, and everyone is counting on him to succeed.

But in front of Qimushan, he is still the naughty kid who plays tricks on his master and competes with him in wits and courage.

But in his previous life, he completely lost the person who was both his teacher and father and could let him act like a spoiled child or be weak.

Fugui sighed: No matter how powerful he is, he is just a human cub who just turned twenty years old.

Qi An pulled Li Xiangyi up and said, "You have done nothing wrong. Stand up and talk."

"Master, Senior Brother..."

"Don't mention that stupid...traitor. Di Feisheng didn't lie to you. The Golden Yuan League didn't kill Shan Gudao. He wasn't dead at all. He just faked his death and escaped."

Li Xiangyi was shocked and confused by the sound of the flute.

They have all seen Shan Gudao's body, how could this be fake?

Li Xiangyi hurriedly grabbed Qi An's sleeve and said, "Where is my senior brother? I want to see him."

Qi An said calmly: "I haven't finished speaking yet. He was faking his death before, but now he is really dead."

Li Xiangyi: "...Who killed my brother?"

Qi An complained to his young apprentice with a sad face: "He took advantage of my retreat to kill me and sucked my power. As a result, his talent was too poor and he ate himself to death."

Di Feisheng: “…” What an embarrassing way to die. He is indeed a fool. Only Li Xiangyi treats his senior brother as a treasure.

“Brother, how could he…” Li Xiangyi’s voice trembled.

"How is it impossible? Humph, that guy is very capable and has a lot of bad intentions. He has played the whole martial arts world in circles."

Then, as Qi An told their story, Li Xiangyi and Di Feisheng were shocked beyond words.

An inconspicuous Dan Gudao, who was not even half as strong as them, was able to cause the two major sects, Sigumen and Jinyuanmeng, to fall apart.

The two of them almost died in the East China Sea.

After Qi An finished speaking, Li Xiangyi didn't say a word for a long time.

With trembling hands, he opened a wooden box, which contained the swords he had given to his senior brothers. All of them were broken into several pieces, and the name Li Xiangyi on the bottom was engraved with deep knife marks.

It turned out that his senior brother had always hated him so much that he wanted him dead.

A mouthful of blood spurted out and Li Xiangyi's tears fell.

The pale face and the look of despair were so heartbreaking that even Di Feisheng couldn't bear it.

Seeing him spitting blood, Di Feisheng asked, "Li Xiangyi, what's wrong with you?"

"Master Di, why do you have to ask when you already know the answer? Don't you know what kind of poison I was poisoned by?"

"Are you poisoned?" Di Feisheng was even more surprised than when he heard that Shan Gudao was not dead.

Qi An added: "It's still the most poisonous green tea in the world."

"It's actually Bicha?"

Thinking of Li Xiangyi's abnormal reaction during the decisive battle, Di Feisheng became angry. The one he defeated was actually a person who was poisoned. His so-called victory became a joke.

"You think I poisoned you?"

"Isn't it you?"

"Are you humiliating me?"

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, Qi An said, "That Xiang Yi, the poison was really not given by him. It was done by Jiao Liqiao, and he was not aware of it."

Thinking about how he was poisoned, Li Xiangyi smiled sarcastically.

Li Xiangyi was proud and conceited. He thought he was surrounded by good brothers who could help him to fight against evil and uphold justice. However, his senior brother and his brother betrayed him.

"I, Li Xiangyi, am a joke!"

"Nonsense." Qi An slapped him on the back of the head, "Whoever dares to say that my disciple is a joke, I will make him a joke."

Di Feisheng also said: "It's not your fault."

Then, he said, "I won the battle in the East China Sea unfairly. When you recover, we can fight again."

Li Xiangyi shook his head: "There is no cure for Bi Cha. From now on, you will be the best in the world."

Qi An said with a smile: "Silly disciple, you don't think there is anything wrong. Try to use your Qi."

"Has the green tea poison been cured?" Li Xiangyi couldn't believe it.

"My internal injuries have almost recovered." Di Feisheng was confused.

"Master, how did you do that?"

"Well...diet therapy, haha, diet therapy."

Two people: "..."

After the misunderstanding was resolved, Di Feisheng did not leave, but stayed in Yunyin Mountain to recuperate.

In the next few days, the tea they drank was scented tea, the snacks they ate were flower cakes, and even the side dishes with the white porridge were cold-mixed flowers.

When the two of them first learned that the flowers they had taken were the famous and legendary Forgotten Flowers, they felt that it was a waste of natural resources.

But later, he got really tired of it and wanted to change to something else, but Qi An rejected him: "Eat it all for me, it's for nourishment, I'll give you enough."

In fact, Fugui suddenly became obsessed with using Wangchuan flowers as food, and he plucked handfuls of them. In order to avoid waste, Qi An gave them all to the two of them.

It was not until Di Feisheng suddenly had a nosebleed while eating that the two were let go.

At this time, their injuries were fully healed.

His skills have been further improved, and he has also developed a physique that is immune to all poisons.

Jiao Liqiao sent people to look for the Wangchuan Flower everywhere, but there was no news. Thinking of Di Feisheng who was "captured" and whose life or death was unknown, she did not hesitate for a second and asked Yun Biqiu to come out.

Yun Biqiu shouted excitedly: "Why did you come to me again? You clearly told me that I just needed to hold the Sect Master back and prevent him from going to the East China Sea. You lied to me. Bi Cha's antidote was fake. I killed the Sect Master. Are you satisfied now?"

Yun Biqiu had a dejected look on his face, his eyes full of hatred, but when Jiao Liqiao approached him, he couldn't help but waver.

He hated Jiao Liqiao, but he hated himself even more because he couldn't refuse her.

Jiao Liqiao walked towards him gracefully and leaned into his arms softly. Yun Biqiu could no longer utter any harsh words.

"What do you want me to do for you this time... uh..."

Yun Biqiu lowered his head. There was a dagger stuck in his chest, and there was a big hole in his heart.

Jiao Liqiao smiled charmingly: "I want you to help me die."