Supreme Medicinal God

At 11 o'clock in the evening, Ye Feng's figure appeared outside Baishan Airport.

Although the winter has just begun, Baishan, located in the northeast, has entered the winter early, and there are traces of snow on the ground.Among the bustling crowd wearing cotton-padded clothes and down jackets, he looked so dazzling with his thin clothes.

After washing the marrow with the bones of Diling milk, Ye Feng's physical fitness has been very abnormal.Although the weather in Baishan was cold, he couldn't feel a little bit of chill, but instead felt the cool air was refreshing.

Not only him, but Xiaobai seemed to smell the mountains, his tongue hanging out, his eyes sparkling.

For those doubtful and playful eyes, Ye Feng turned a blind eye, looked up a few times, and rushed towards the airport bus.

Boss Mu gave him a map that marked Bingxin grass growing on Yingmingling on the northern slope of Baishan.

However, Baishan stretches for more than 1,300 kilometers. Although Yingmingling is just one of the main veins of Baishan, it is more than 100 kilometers long.The location pointed out by Mu Boss is just a point on the map, there is no specific sign, and it is a bit troublesome to find it.

Not to mention Yingmingling, even the entrance to the northern slope of Baishan still has more than 100 kilometers from the airport.

So Ye Feng intends to go to the north slope first, and then take a map to identify it to the locals and see the specific location of the growth of Bingxin grass.

Because of the night shift, when Ye Feng rushed to the airport bus stop area, he found that the tourist bus heading to the northern slope of Baishan had been out of service. He had to wait until six in the morning for the first bus.

In desperation, Ye Feng had to return to the terminal and wanted to wait in the airport for a night.

But when he entered the airport, a young man was rushing ahead. Although Ye Feng avoided him, he still hit him with the same long eyes.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean it..."

After a bump, the young man with a small flat head and a picture of a student dressed nodded hurriedly and apologized to Ye Feng.

Although Ye Feng felt a little depressed in his heart, he was still polite when he saw the other person's attitude, and he waved his hand to signal him to leave.

But the flat-headed young man just stepped out and Ye Feng suddenly felt a bad feeling.

Woo... Woo... Not only him, but Xiaobai also turned his head to stare at the young man's whereabouts and growled.

"This kid is a little weird!"

Immediately afterwards, he touched his pants cautiously, his face suddenly burst into tears and laughter.

Although speechless, this kid's skill makes Ye Feng a little surprised.

You have to know that his cultivation practice has reached the peak of Dongxuan, and even the ancient warrior at the ground level is not his opponent, and his thoughts are extremely amazing.

But this kid was able to touch his wallet away from his pocket without knowing it, without attracting his slightest attention. If Xiaobai was not vigilant, it would make him fooled.

What does this mean, that this kid is not only a veteran, but also looks a bit unusual!

Looking back, seeing that the flat-headed boy could not even see a ghost, Ye Feng secretly scolded Sheng Cao.

"Xiao Bai, catch up!"

Immediately after that, he put Xiaobai on the ground and let it follow with his sense of smell.

There is not much cash in the wallet, but there are a few bank cards, and one of them contains the dividends that Jiang Yixue just gave him. Although the card can be reissued if it is lost, it will be back to the capital again. .

Xiaobai fell to the ground, raised her head and sniffed in the air, whispered to the right, then looked back at Ye Feng, spreading four legs and rushing past.

Soon, in the airport parking lot, the flat-headed kid was sitting on a broken gold cup car that was rotten except for the horn, and all the parts were falling apart. While panting, he just touched Ye Feng’s pants. Walking wallet.

"Lying trough, no, it's only three hundred dollars! Look at the kid who is dressed so badly, it's so poor, pit father, this is it!"

The flat-headed boy opened his wallet and looked dumbfounded. After dissatisfied, he patted his thigh: "It's only three hundred, which is still 700,000 holes, how to fill it up! How many more to find?"

However, he did not know that at this moment Xiaobai had chased Ye Feng to the parking lot and stood at the rear of the Jinbei car. Through his thoughts, he had already heard his words and deeds clearly.

Stealing your wallet and stealing it from the young man without giving your kid some color to look at, you might not know how many eyes Ma Ye has!

Ye Feng sneered and walked quickly towards the Jinbei car.

"Who?" The flat-headed boy was not only good at stealing money from his bag, but his alertness was not low. Ye Feng's voice was quiet enough, but he was still heard by him. After receiving his wallet into his pocket, he held the car door loudly. Road.

This kid is evil enough!

Ye Feng was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that he would be discovered by the other party.

But he did not plan to hide, strode to the window of the cab, and looked at the young man with a sneer.

Ye Feng's sudden appearance scared the flat-headed boy and jumped. Knowing that he was caught by someone, he hurriedly grabbed his wallet and Sayya fled towards the distance.

"Want to escape?"

Ye Feng scorned his lips, Luo Yan stepped, stepped forward, just a few meters, appeared in front of the flat-headed boy in the blink of an eye.

Lying trough, is this guy a ghost?So haunted?

The flat-headed kid's soul is almost scared away, and intuitively, he also knows that he has encountered a hard stubble today.

"Your thief is unprofessional enough, and don't take a look first to see if it's someone you can mess with."

Ye Feng looked at the flat-headed boy with a sneer, and stretched out his hand and squeezed it over the shoulder of the goods.

But to his surprise, the flat-headed boy's body slipped like a loach. He just slapped his hand on the other person's shoulder and, without waiting for force, slid smoothly under his shoulder.

This kid is kind of interesting, this is a good way!

Ye Feng was stunned, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"I only steal money, it doesn't hurt people. The wallet is for you, but I warn you not to provoke me, otherwise I'm welcome!"

After the flat-headed boy stepped back a few steps, after throwing his wallet to Ye Feng, the cold voice of Se Li Nei threatened.

"Then let the young man see, how are you going to be rude?"

Ye Feng grabbed the wallet, shrugged indifferently, and looked at the flat-headed boy playfully.

The tourist bus will come at six o'clock tomorrow morning. The long night is long. It is rare to meet an interesting thief. The activities are muscular and the time is good.

The flat-headed boy saw that Ye Feng didn't let go of his meaning at all, and then thought that he was just the first time he came out to do this business. He was caught by the bag, and he could not help showing a fierce light. He turned and attacked Ye Feng.

This kid has two strokes. It seems that he has the skill of shaving his clothes while falling asleep.

As soon as the expert shot, he knew whether it was or not, and Ye Feng immediately judged what means the flat-headed boy played.

And even more coincidentally, this set of stained clothes fell, and Ye Feng happened to have learned from the old man.Listening to the meaning of the old man of Segui is that when he bet against a Shaolin monk, the other party lost the game and stole it from the Tibetan scripture pavilion.

Without thinking about it, Ye Feng immediately cast a dip in his clothes and teased the flat-headed kid.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Only a few strokes later, the flat-headed kid was played by Ye Feng like a fat penguin who couldn't walk on his way. His blinking skills were thrown out seventeen or eight times.

Who is this guy?

The flatter kid is more shocked, the more he can see, Ye Feng uses the same method as himself.

Compared with Ye Feng, his dip in clothes is like a plaster on the street.

No matter how hard he tried, Ye Feng was as stable as Taishan, unshakable,

But when his fingers just touched Ye Feng's clothes corner, he didn't wait for force, so he slipped on the soles of his feet and fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)