Beneath Kunlun Mountain.
Hospital.
Professor Chen, Hao Ai Guo, and Sa Di Peng were all admitted. The Bawang Rongyuan tail wasn't light, especially Sa Di Peng, whose ribs almost broke.
This Xinjiang trip will probably be postponed for a few days.
Lu Feng and his group stayed temporarily at the villagers' homes.
“Ding!”
“Congratulations, host, for completing the exploration of the Nine-Story Demon Pagoda. Based on your completion level, you have gained 1800 points!”
“Explorer level has been upgraded to level 3. Starting tomorrow, you will gain 3 points daily.”
“1800?”
“Level 3?”
Lu Feng nodded in satisfaction. The harvest of these few days was equivalent to 900 days' worth of points.
“System, check information.”
Host: Lu Feng.
Level: 3.
Realm: War General Intermediate.
Spirit: 3.
Punch Force: 16500.
Speed: 135.
Abilities: Golden Crow Meditation, See God Not Break, Six Treasury Immortal Thief, National Art Taiji.
Items: Ice Silkworm Gloves, Bawang Rongyuan (2), Ice Fish (36), Demon Nation Burial Goods, Nine-Story Demon Pagoda, etc.
Locked: Ninefold Thunder Saber (2000).
Points: 1814.
Dong dong dong.
The door was knocked on.
“Who is it?”
“Lu Feng, it's us.”
“Come in, the door is unlocked.”
The next second, Hu Ba Yi and Wang Pang Zi slipped in stealthily, quickly locking the door behind them: “Lu Feng, did you get any good stuff?”
“Lots.”
Lu Feng swiped his right hand across the table, and a dozen gold ornaments, bronze objects, and wood carvings were neatly arranged on the table: “I collected nearly a thousand pieces.”
“Sii!!”
Wang Pang Zi gasped.
“We’re rich!”
Hu Ba Yi picked up a gold ornament, his hand trembling with excitement. When he saw the wood carving, he felt puzzled: “What’s the point of collecting this?”
“This is a thousand-year-old cypress, a hundred-year-old cypress carving. It can't be considered ordinary. Moreover, the craftsmanship is extremely delicate, collectors will like it.”
“I see.”
Hu Ba Yi looked at the things on the table like he was looking at a stack of cash.
“This trip was worth it!”
Wang Pang Zi picked up a gold ornament, playing with it lovingly.
If the journey hadn't ended yet, he would have persuaded Lu Feng to go to Beijing to sell these now.
“Don't mention the fact that I took these things, especially you, Pang Zi.”
“Definitely, definitely.”
Wang Pang Zi nodded repeatedly.
“Lu Feng, put away the stuff first.” Hu Ba Yi looked at it for a while before putting it down. “Pang Zi, put it down.”
“What if I take one?” Wang Pang Zi said.
“No!” Hu Ba Yi shouted.
“Alright.”
Wang Pang Zi reluctantly put it down.
Lu Feng put the things away. Seeing that Hu Ba Yi and Wang Pang Zi weren't going back to rest, he said, “Is there something you want?”
“Lu Feng, we want to learn martial arts from you.” Hu Ba Yi said.
“Learn from me?”
“Yes, we saw how powerful you are, so –”
Most importantly, the zombies they encountered in the tomb were too terrifying, even guns couldn't stop them. Every time they encountered them, they could only run away, which was really frustrating.
Lu Feng looked at the two for a moment.
“This is my livelihood, you want to learn?”
“This -”
“Can we become your disciples?”
“Disciples?”
Lu Feng was taken aback, and he shook his head.
“Lu Ge! Feng Ge, just teach us!” Wang Pang Zi begged.
“Lu Feng, don't worry, we will never betray what you teach us, otherwise, we will be struck by lightning and die a horrible death.” Hu Ba Yi said solemnly.
Seeing their longing eyes, Lu Feng pondered.
He could teach them National Art, so they wouldn't die so easily when they encountered danger in the future.
Moreover.
National Art doesn't require much points.
Thinking of this, Lu Feng made up his mind.
“Martial arts training, to achieve something, is not that easy, and it’s a process of continuous accumulation, can you persevere?”
“We can!”
“Definitely!”
“Don't be so sure.”
“This is a matter of life and death, we will definitely train hard.”
“Right, right.”
Lu Feng didn't refute, some things weren’t just talk: “I can teach you National Art, as for how well you achieve, it depends on how hard you work.”
“National Art?”
“Martial arts for killing.”
Hu Ba Yi and Wang Pang Zi were taken aback, they looked at each other, feeling a strange chill: “Okay, we’ll learn it!”
“I don't have many rules, just don't do evil after you learn, treat each other like friends as usual.”
“Feng Ge, you're being an outsider now, we don't treat you as a junior. We respect you greatly.” Wang Pang Zi quickly said.
Hu Ba Yi followed: “If you need anything in the future, just tell us.”
“Alright, we'll talk about training tomorrow.”
Hu Ba Yi and Wang Pang Zi were overjoyed and were about to go back to rest.
Suddenly.
Hu Ba Yi caught sight of a bottle covered with a black cloth on the table. There was a gap in the cloth, and a faint blue light shone from inside.
“Lu Feng, what’s this?”
Wang Pang Zi said as he lifted the black cloth.
“Damn!”
Wang Pang Zi took three steps back in fright, his cold sweat breaking out. “Firefly!”
Hu Ba Yi also took two steps back in shock, with the urge to run, but then he noticed it was contained in a glass bottle, and he was relieved.
“Pang Zi, your hands are still so naughty?” Lu Feng said.
“Accident, accident.” Wang Pang Zi said with a smile.
“Accident? If this glass bottle didn't have a lid, and you lifted this black cloth, what would have happened? If you want to die, that’s fine, don't drag others down.”
“Didn’t it happen?”
“You can forget about National Art. Go back.”
“Ah, no! I was wrong, okay!”
“Don't you understand?”
“I -”
Being stared at coldly by Lu Feng, Wang Pang Zi felt his scalp tingling, and he dared not retort: “I, I'm going back.”