Countryside Magic Doctor

However, he Feng was a little puzzled about the amorous feelings. He refused to let Lao Fang leave anyway.

Nonsense, his seclusion is not over yet. How can he leave easily? You have to swallow the soul power of this small glass bottle, or let him stay there. Maybe he will forget him one day. With the effort of speaking, he took out the small glass bottle in his space. In the small glass bottle, the turbid soul power gas still exists and has no change from before.

It exudes a strong breath. After Fang Zhiqin saw this thing, as a normal person's reaction, he can't help but envy it. Even if these forces are not ordinary true Qi, they are still forces. They are what practitioners dream and yearn for. Using this thing to strengthen the power of the soul is also of great benefit to practitioners.

Because spiritual power also belongs to the power of cultivators!

But he was envious, but there was nothing he could do. He Feng would never give him this precious thing. He was not enough. Another half a month has passed, and the time is approaching the Spring Festival. The cold wind in the December is blowing in the Kunlun Mountains. There is a strong wind and snow. For several days, there is magnificent snow outside, and the snow falls on the ground like goose feather, The whole snow mountain was covered with a thick layer of snow and frost.

In this snow capped season, he Feng stretched out, pushed open the door of riding black paint and went out to guard two thin dressed practitioners, but they saw thick white snowflakes on their eyebrows and hair. Looking from a distance, he even recognized the two black haired young practitioners as two white haired old men.

"I'm standing outside in the cold weather. Why don't I go down to the eaves to hide from the snow? I wear so thin. What if I get cold?" He Feng said hurriedly after walking out of the door and looking at the two practitioners outside.

His words are superfluous. After all, the system of the cultivators is much higher than that of ordinary people, let alone this temperature. Even if they are left in those large refrigerators and let the high-power refrigerant start at the same time, they can still carry it without any impact.

Therefore, it is obvious that he Feng's greetings at the moment are somewhat superfluous, but although this thing is superfluous, you have to ask. It's like a leader visiting the countryside. Can you take good care of the people's feelings?

No matter how embarrassing you are, you have to play!

This is the basic quality of a leader!

Not to mention, although the greeting is a little awkward, the two young practitioners in front of them are a bunch of snot and tears. Darling, they are in the dragon group, but ordinary little practitioners, just like losers in real society. For such a strong person in the cultivation world, give greetings and ask them if they are cold. If you care so much, can you be excited?

I'm afraid I'll die for it!

After playing with the people, he Feng walked out in a clear mood. Lao Fang followed him with a sad face. Can he not worry? A month later, he didn't get rid of He Feng. At this time, he Feng suddenly turned around and said to Lao Fang, "didn't you always want to come out before? Why did you follow me after you came out? Are you used to it?"

After hearing this, Fang Zhiqin didn't understand that he Feng was going to let himself leave. He turned and left without falling down. He jumped and rushed back to his house!

At this time, perhaps after learning the news, he Feng stopped closing the door. The elder was busy and rushed over, but it was too windy and snowy outside, and he Feng didn't want to talk to him here. They hurried into the side hall. It seemed that there was a fire dragon built underground in the side hall, so it was as warm as spring, and there were some hot feet on it!

However, no one cares about these details at the moment. He only sees the elder take out a folder from his arms, which is made of transparent acrylic board. He can clearly see that there is a bound A4 paper inside, but he respectfully handed it to He Feng and said with an arched hand: "Boss, this is the situation of our dragon group these days. In addition, our cultivator alliance has been roughly established. The main departments are all our people. Over time, we can swallow all these cultivators sooner or later!"

"Speed up the attack from far and near!" He Feng nodded, "We don't have much time. We must speed up the speed, but we can't ignore the quality problem at the same time. Those unstable factors are easy to turn back. We'd rather get rid of them all than recruit them into our hands. There will be a big battle in the future. These unreliable people, such as grass on the wall, will be a disaster..."

After hearing this, the elder's face showed an embarrassed expression. He said reluctantly that the key is that most of our men are like this!

Alas, he Feng sighed. He was helpless. He didn't know what his men were? A group of wall grass. The elder in front of him was not a wall grass, but he had to use it. He had to say helplessly, deal with it yourself. Don't be too ugly. After saying this, he Feng opened the folder. What happened in the dragon group in the past month He needs to go over all the small and big things.

Find out the general situation so as not to lose control of the dragon group.

After opening the folder, there are some insignificant things at the beginning, but when you turn down, he Feng's face is not very good-looking, especially when you see the report on warehousing pills, which is obviously about 10% worse than the predetermined figure. Is this someone embezzling or what's wrong with alchemy?

"What's the matter with this alchemy? Why is it 10% less than the predetermined proportion? This is the error of more than 100000 pills. It's not a small number. Who is in charge of alchemy recently? Call him to me and I'll ask myself. Niang xipi's eating looks too ugly. It's swallowing our agenda in one breath..."

He Feng scolded.

Can he not be angry? Ten percent less at once!

Even if his family is big, he can't stand such trouble. Seeing this, the elder's face shows a strange expression. He looks around, looks at his nose, looks at his heart, pretends not to hear anything, goes from left ear to right ear, and doesn't put He Feng's words in his heart.

Old man, what are you trying to do? I haven't come out recently. Have you forgotten something? He Feng said in a strange way. While talking, he slowly put the folder on the mahogany table next to him and pinched his fingers. The joints of his fingers were clucking and the sound was crisp. It was like hitting a musical instrument. It was wonderful!