It was already one o'clock when Baili Qingfeng returned to the yard. After asking Ge Feibai to buy ten mutton skewers, ten beef skewers, and two chicken wings, he went to take a shower.

When Ge Feibai brought the barbecue back, he happened to finish taking a shower and dry his hair.

"It's not good to eat barbecue at night, but it's even worse to sleep on an empty stomach, so we eat less, five beef skewers per person, mutton skewers, and one chicken wing per person."

Baili Qingfeng gave Ge Feibai an instruction.

"clear."

Ge Feibai nodded.

I was busy until half past two, and when Baili Qingfeng woke up again after taking a nap, it was already ten o'clock the next morning.

This is also due to the fact that he closed the curtains before going to bed, otherwise the sun would shine in after six o'clock and wake him up from his sleep.

Baili Qingfeng brushed his teeth, washed his face, and regained his energy a little, but he still felt a little tired.

Obviously, the injuries caused by the battle with Qiu Yi, Feng Juanyun and the four great masters of the Qilin Sword Sect were indeed serious, and they would not be able to recover even after a long sleep.

"In the future, when dealing with more than two grand masters and gods of war, we still have to fight and retreat, otherwise..."

Baili Qingfeng shook his head.

At that moment, he boiled a portion of thunder refining liquid, and after taking it, he went to the cave to practice the God and Demon Prison Suppressing Body.

Although the world of the cavemen contains special energy, the efficiency of practicing the God-Devil-Suppressing Prison Body is still not as good as borrowing the assistance of Thunder Refining Liquid from Char.

"Nineteen days later, I'm afraid it won't be easy for the cave dwellers to gather again. To be on the safe side, I'd better wait for a month or two before going over. I'll disperse the gathered cave dwellers again and collect their belongings.

Chenjin, to reserve funds for further research projects in the future.”

Baili Qingfeng took a look at the center of the cave, collected his power, left the cave, and came to the courtyard.

In the yard, Ge Feibai had already gotten up and started practicing the 108-style physical refining technique of the Ancient God of Thunder without his supervision.

Baili Qingfeng nodded secretly.

Ge Feibai's talent was already so poor. Even after receiving his initiation and teaching of the spiritual art, his cultivation efficiency was still frighteningly slow. If he continued to practice shamelessly and bravely, Baili Qingfeng would have to consider changing his apprentice.

The morning passed calmly, but not long after he returned from lunch, a special container truck arrived outside the woods.

At this time, his cell phone rang again, and the voice of Piaomiao Immortal came from inside: "Boss, I'm here."

"Is the blue container truck yours? If you see the yard behind the grove, come right over."

Baili Qingfeng said, went downstairs and walked out of the yard.

In front of the yard, a man who looked to be in his mid-twenties walked over accompanied by a group of three people.

Baili Qingfeng's eyes stopped on that man for a second, and then glanced at the three men behind him.

A grandmaster, a warrior who is neither a master nor a master.

It doesn't matter whether it's level one, level two, or level three.

The grandmaster is forty or fifty years old and does not match the person who called just now, so the big boss in his mind is Piaomiao Xianzun...

Is that the young man in his mid-twenties?

"Thunder Lord?"

When Baili Qingfeng looked at the man, the man also made a tentative sound with some surprise.

"It's me."

Baili Qingfeng smiled: "You are the boss of Piaomiao Immortal Lord, right?"

"If you don't dare to take it seriously, please continue to call me Xiaoxiao, or you can call me Miao Wuji."

Miao Wuji is very low-key and humble, which completely fits Baili Qingfeng's impression of Piaomiao Xianzun.

"It's better to ask the boss to get used to it."

Baili Qingfeng said.

Although Miao Wuji looks very young and is not even a grandmaster, he can easily take out 400 million in one breath.

So young...

But he can independently manage a fortune of 400 million. His power and influence can be imagined.

You must know that the Thunder Sect, who is currently equivalent to the uncrowned king of the warrior circle in Xia, has lost everything and sells iron and steel, and may not be able to raise 200 million.

"Come, please come inside."

Baili Qingfeng enthusiastically guided Miao Wuji towards the courtyard with his empty hand.

"Wuji, have you been deceived? This person doesn't look like he can produce two tons of gold."

The grandmaster behind Miao Wuji frowned.

"This...shouldn't be possible. The boss of Thunder Lord may just be a man of temperament..."

Miao Wuji smiled bitterly.

In fact, he felt a little uneasy when he saw Baili Qingfeng's young appearance.

However, considering the shocking performance of the Thunder Lord in the group, killing the cave dwellers was like slicing melons and vegetables, he still did not dare to underestimate him.

He also said not long ago that young people should not be bullied into poverty.

People cannot be judged by their appearance.

"Xiahai Prefecture has been in chaos recently. I received a message this morning. Feng Juanyun, the elder of the Qilin Sword Sect, was beheaded in Misuo City, Xiahai Prefecture. You lost all your money and traveled thousands of miles to come to Xiahai Prefecture south of Shia.

Maybe it’s a trap set by others to lure you into it.”

The middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

"This boss of the Thunder Lord is a great man. Hundreds of people have fallen into the caves in his hands, so he would not do such a thing."

"Big shot? Hundreds of people died in the caves in his hands!? The one who can kill hundreds of cave dwellers is none other than the True Immortal of the Land. And how many such people are there in the whole of Shia? Each one

I know them all! He is definitely not any of the true immortals in Shia!"

"Perhaps... he is the Grand Master or the Peak God of War?"

"Only the leak-free true body of the True Immortal of the Land can restrain its round and integrated charm. If he is not the True Immortal of the Land, and I have never felt the round and integrated charm in him, then there is only one explanation..."

The middle-aged man whom he called Uncle Ye snorted coldly: "You were deceived."

"He...he really doesn't have the round and harmonious charm of a grandmaster?"

Miao Wuji's face turned a little pale.

"It has been fourteen years since I became a Grandmaster, and I have come into contact with dozens and hundreds of Grandmasters. How can this be false?"

The man surnamed Ye said eloquently: "But don't worry, did you lie to me, Ye Zong? Hum! After I expose his true identity in a while, I have to teach him a lesson he will never forget!"

The light in Miao Wuji's eyes suddenly dimmed.

"Okay, it's here."

Baili Qingfeng led the two of them into a storage room in the courtyard. After a moment, he saw Miao Wuji's slightly pale face, and couldn't help but asked with concern: "Brother Piaomiao, you look a little bad.

, did you get motion sickness on the way here?"

"I……"

Miao Wuji's voice was a little jerky, and he was about to say something.

But the man surnamed Ye had already stepped forward and said rudely: "Where are your two tons of gold? Don't tell me that they are piled up in this room. Isn't there a utility room in this room? Chen gold, how precious is that?

The treasure, you thought it was just a pile of scrap metal..."

Then……

He could no longer speak.

In the room, the unsorted Chenjin, which is ten times more valuable than gold, is piled all over the room like scrap metal.

"Chen Jin!"

The man surnamed Ye stepped forward, picked up one of the cavemen's battle axes, and stroked it carefully, his hands trembling slightly: "This... this is really Chenjin!"

Chenjin!

Chenjin is ten times more valuable than gold!

Nearly two tons of gold are just piled up in the corner of the room, and unsuspecting people...

Thought this was a scrap metal collection station!?

Now he finally understood what Qian Dinglingwan had told Miao Wuji when he came.

The Lord of Thunder is the real boss, killing cave dwellers like melons and vegetables, but he always acts in an eclectic way, and his thoughts are unconstrained...

Two tons of Chenjin were piled up so casually in such a room without any defense measures... Oh, there is a security net!?

But the anti-theft network is a ghost!?

Could it be...

This young man in front of me is really a boss!?
To be continued...