Hearing the refined scholar say this without the slightest reservation, Lu Feng could not help sighing. "What a pity. I thought I might make a friend."
Those were no empty words. Just what sort of people had he met since venturing out? Liu Xiaofei, a rapist; Sun Jiuyang, a hypocrite. At last, he had met a refined scholar who seemed decent, only to discover that the man wanted his life.
The cultivation world was truly terrifying.
The refined scholar, Huo Qingshan, burst out laughing. "I have enough friends already. You came along too late. If you want to be my friend, show me some sincerity!"
Lu Feng studied him for a moment, then grinned. "I have plenty of things. The question is whether you have the strength to take them." After three years in seclusion, this was the perfect chance to test his strength.
He might have plenty, but every last coin belonged to him. Lu Feng never thought he had too much money. Escaping would not be difficult. With the Greased-Soles Cultivation Technique combined with the Yan'e Drunken Immortal Steps, none of these people could catch him.
But after three years in seclusion, he had advanced from the Tribulation Transcendence Stage to the Heavenly Immortal realm. It was time to stretch his limbs and test the fruits of his cultivation.
At Lu Feng's words, Huo Qingshan gave a sinister smile. "Then you can't blame us. We may not have the ability to take things out of that inner space of yours, but I'll make you cough them up yourself."
As soon as he finished speaking, he struck with his palm.
Brilliant golden light shone from his hand. His entire palm seemed sculpted from pure gold, its radiance dazzling. Refusing to yield an inch, Lu Feng activated the Fight-to-the-Death Divine