"(Free.) "You old thing, you can't even see, how come you're running faster than the monks who can see?" Ye Feng stood there scolding, thinking that if he followed the old blind man, he would find the treasure. Unexpectedly, the old blind man disappeared in a few jumps, and no matter how fast Ye Feng's shrinking earth was, he only saw a trail of smoke."

  Helpless, Ye Feng had no choice but to continue searching on his own.

  This is the core of the small world, and it should have many talented people, but what disappointed him was that there were only stones and giant trees here, not even a single medicinal herb, nor any spiritual beasts, not even a flying insect. The silence was too quiet, like death. Leaf Peak felt a kind of oppressive atmosphere here, which made him very uncomfortable.

  Since he had lost sight of Lao Mang, Ye Feng also stopped running wildly and proceeded forward slowly.

  "Bandit, come and meet your death!" A shout of rage mixed with astonishment came from a distance.

  Ye Feng quickly ran in the direction of the sound, having someone meant having a target, which was much better than advancing blindly.

  "How dare you have such a big dog's gall, teasing our sister! Today I will take your life." A monk roared.

  Ye Feng looked over and saw a charming and seductive female cultivator standing beside him, while a man with a lewd expression stood facing them.

  He recognized the nun as a disciple of the Hundred Flowers Gate, but did not recognize the monk opposite her.

  "Hmph! If you want to get your hands on my treasure, come at me openly. Using such despicable means and still claiming to be righteous? You're just a petty person!" the sly cultivator said.

  "Hmph, hand over the treasure if you know what's good for you. Otherwise, even if you leave this place, the reputation of a lecher will follow you for the rest of your life." The male cultivator from the Hundred Flowers Sect sneered.

  "Senior brother, no need to waste your breath on him, just get rid of him directly. If we can't have Zhu Guo, then it's ours." The female cultivator from the Hundred Flowers Sect was even more direct.

  "Alright, as you said." The male cultivator's hand held a crimson flying sword that shot straight towards the lecherous cultivator opposite him.

  That lecherous monk naturally wouldn't surrender easily, a large hammer greeted the flying sword, and the two of them clashed together.

  Ye Feng turned around and left, what's the point? We've already come all the way here, what's the use of fighting over Zhu Guo? Hurry up and go find the sealed thing, that's the most important.

  "Who!" The nun shouted loudly.

  Whoa! With such keen spiritual awareness, Ye Feng was discovered the moment he made a move. He absolutely couldn't get entangled in this battle. Ye Feng's feet sprang open and closed like an inchworm as he wildly sprinted into the distance.

  "Junior brother, come quickly to help senior brother get rid of these two guys, and I'll give you half of the Zhu Guo." The sly cultivator took advantage of the momentary distraction of the two Hundred Flowers Sect cultivators to rush towards Ye Feng.

  "Pursue, can't let him get away like this." The two cultivators of the Hundred Flowers Gate chased after him relentlessly.

  "This is a trap for me!" Ye Feng thought to himself as he sprinted, I can't outrun the old blind man, nor can I outrun you guys, and slightly quickened his pace.

  "Whoosh!" A figure appeared, startling Ye Feng and making him jump. How could they be so fast?

  The sly cultivator was closely following behind Ye Feng, who was unwilling to give in. He sped up his pace, wanting to shake off the cultivator.

  "Little brother, why are you running so fast? Wait for me." The sly monk didn't fall behind at all.

  "I said, I have no grudges against you, why are you framing me?" Ye Feng said indignantly.

  "This isn't about getting rid of those two guys, is it?" the sly monk said.

  Ye Feng's face turned gloomy, his appearance had already been clearly seen by the cultivators of the Hundred Flowers Gate, and it was inevitable that there would be a battle when they met again in the future. Moreover, the bronze mask on his face couldn't be removed, and here was also a powerful enemy like Wu Cai Chan.

  The two Baifa Monastery cultivators behind them had been shaken off by the duo and were now relatively safe.

  "Which sect is this little brother from?" The sly cultivator tried to get familiar, "Maybe our sects have some connections."

  "Get out, I have no sect nor school, I'm a lone cultivator." Ye Feng replied directly.

  "Oh, that's easy then," said the sly monk.

  "What's going on?" Ye Feng asked in confusion.

  "Look who's there." The sly monk suddenly pointed to Ye Feng's side.

  "Hmph, that move doesn't work on me!" Ye Feng dodged to the side, avoiding the sneak attack of the despicable cultivator.

  "The little brother's movements are quite agile." The sly monk missed a hit, but didn't have the slightest awareness of being ambushed, and smiled at Ye Feng.

  Ye Feng also looked at him, carefully sizing up the guy from head to toe. The boots on the rogue cultivator's feet caught Ye Feng's attention, as they had a faint aura of spiritual energy fluctuation, giving off an impression that his feet were floating in the air.

  He realized that the boots worn by this despicable Taoist must be a treasure, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to catch up with him, relying solely on the boots.

  "Little brother, do you think you can escape from my palm?" The lewd smile of the lewd monk was absolutely lewd.

  "Is that so? You're confident you can kill me?" Ye Feng had something to rely on, this guy was only a Golden Dan cultivator, and Sanlang could easily take him down.

  "Look out!" The hammer in the hands of the sly monk suddenly appeared and transformed into a grinding disc, falling towards Ye Feng.

  The whistling wind carried an eerie atmosphere.

  Ye Feng didn't dare to be careless, he shook off his clothes and a small mountain rushed towards the despicable monk's hammer.

  This garment was obtained from Ying Qinan, fortunately Ying Qinan was killed by the poisonous water of Jiaolong Wang, and the divine consciousness that Ying Qinan had placed on this garment was also dissolved by the poisonous water of Jiaolong Wang, so even if Ye Feng got it, he couldn't use it.

  Ye Feng saw how powerful this treasure garment was and immediately put it on himself.

  "Bang!" Xiaoyue sent the lecherous monk's hammer flying, and it flew back into the lecherous monk's hand.

  "Hey, didn't expect that, little brother not only has an unusual skill, but also such a treasure." The sly cultivator smiled even more slyly.

  "Hmph, you don't know how many things you're unaware of. Provoking me will make you regret it for the rest of your life." Ye Feng said fiercely.

  "Haha, you're just a minor Qi Refining stage cultivator. As long as you hand over the precious clothes on your body and reveal the secrets of your movement technique, I might consider leaving your corpse intact today." The despicable cultivator already saw Ye Feng as a dish on his plate, to be toyed with at will.

  "Hmm, I've also taken a liking to the boots on your feet. Today, this pair of boots will be mine." This lecherous cultivator was not a good thing either, Ye Feng naturally would not be polite with him, today he must get rid of this cultivator.

  "Alright, then let's have a contest." The lecherous monk's hammer in his hand suddenly enlarged, transforming into two fists tightly clenched, arms swinging, and directly smashing down towards Ye Feng's head.

  Ye Feng didn't dodge at all, having just used the treasured clothes to test and find out that they could withstand his hammer, Ye Feng's heart was much more at ease, no need to call out Sanlang, he could directly kill this guy.

  The precious clothes on his body shook, and two small mountains appeared, falling towards the lustful little mountain.

  "Bang, bang." After two flashes of light, the sly monk's hammer shattered a small hill and then rushed towards Ye Feng.

  His cultivation was still too low, Ye Feng felt that if this treasure robe were on Ying Qisou's body, it would definitely be able to kill the despicable cultivator, but wearing it on his own body wouldn't bring out its power.

  His wrist shook and an octagonal small tower flew towards the lecherous monk, this was a magical treasure left behind by Li Xiaomeng after his death, now all of it was being utilized by Ye Feng.

  The sly monk's hammer meets the small tower.

  Ye Feng shook his sleeves and commanded the small tower, both treasures launched an attack on the sly cultivator at the same time.

  This little rascal of a monk was now somewhat at a loss, with only one hammer in his hand, he seemed to be in a state of panic, looking around in all directions.

  "Little brother, you and I have no grudges in the past or present, let's stop here and make peace." The sly monk saw that things were not going well, so he quickly lowered his head to admit defeat. In his heart, however, he had already made up his mind that as long as Ye Feng stopped, he would definitely launch a fierce attack. This little guy has many treasures on him, it's really worth it.

  "Alright." Ye Feng violently shook the Treasure Robe, and ten small mountains charged towards the lecherous cultivator. The small pagoda didn't idle either, hiding among the small mountains as it smashed towards the lecherous cultivator.

  "Damn it, you're really coming!" The sly monk's eyes widened in surprise, his arms waving wildly without daring to pause for a moment.

  Taking advantage of the sly cultivator's frantic dodging, Ye Feng's hand flashed with a black light, and he suddenly appeared right in front of the sly cultivator.

  "Go reincarnate and be a good person!" The Dragon Slaying Knife in his hand chopped down fiercely.

  "Ah..." The lewd cultivator's half-finished sentence had yet to leave his lips when he felt a refreshing sensation from the top of his head to his abdomen.

  "Pffft!" A gush of fresh blood sprayed into the air as the lecherous monk was split in two.

  "Hmm, this hammer is not bad, I'll take it." Ye Feng stored the hammer back into his internal world. The boots on the lecherous cultivator's feet were naturally not to be given up, they were absolutely a treasure that could greatly increase one's speed. Ye Feng directly put them on his own feet.

  He then took down the storage bag of the despicable cultivator, inside which were crystal stones and several magical artifacts. Ye Feng saw that these magical artifacts were all very ordinary, and at this level, they didn't even enter his eyes, too low-grade.

  "What's this?" Ye Feng saw a few thin spiritual beast skins, picked one up to take a look, and found that they were three spiritual beast skin masks. He put one on his face, feeling very comfortable.

  There is no mirror here, and he can't see his current appearance, but Ye Feng knows that even if he appears in front of Wu Caiyan right now, she won't recognize him.

  Just in time, I was just getting sleepy and someone brought me a pillow.

  Considering the good performance of Jiao Suo, Ye Feng did not feed him to San Lang, but dug a hole on the ground and buried Jiao Suo.

  The sly monk was buried, and Ye Feng continued on his way. He tried on the boots on his feet and didn't know what material they were made of, but wearing them felt extremely comfortable. They completely adapted to his foot size without needing any adjustments.

  The speed has also increased a lot, and it is no longer necessary to consume so much spiritual energy, the speed can be comparable to shrinking the distance to almost nothing.

  Ye Feng was overjoyed, this way his speed would be even more elevated, he estimated that if he were to encounter Old Blind again now and use Shrink into Inches, Old Blind wouldn't be able to escape.

  As he walked, Ye Feng felt an extremely strong pressure coming from in front of him.

  Slow down and walk forward.

  A vague outline of a gigantic building appeared in sight, and the pressure that Ye Feng felt was brought by this building.

  The entire building was shrouded in a thick black fog, not to the point of being unable to see one's hand in front of their face, but still enough to conceal the building from view. Ye Feng only discovered its existence when he approached within 500 meters.

  Feeling the pressure, seeing the chaotic footprints on the ground leading to the depths of the black fog building, Ye Feng's heart moved, wasn't this the center of the ruins that everyone was looking for?

  It seems many people have already taken the lead.

  Ye Feng hastily walked into the black fog, at this time whether there was any danger inside or not was already beyond consideration. The ground only had footprints of people entering, but no footprints of people coming out were seen yet, indicating that the treasure inside had not been completely divided up. Now going in might still allow him to get a share.

  How can treasure hunting be done without Crazy Brother?!