He went over to investigate.
He found a storage bag.
The space was extremely small and the defenses were quite ordinary, but even so, in the eyes of many cultivators, this was an item worth a fortune.
You should know that even Mo Changlin and Elder Wang didn't have storage bags on them.
Jiang Feng refined it.
His spiritual sense infiltrated inside.
The result startled him.
The storage bag was packed with all kinds of vials and jars—poisons and toxic powders, many of them were already primed and ready to use.
Obviously, if he hadn't killed the Barefoot Monk from a distance just now, and had instead been bewitched and lured close, these poisons and powders would have been thrown at him all at once. Even with some protection, he'd have been in a lot of trouble, maybe even pulled down by the Barefoot Monk.
