"Master, what's wrong?"

Lei Batian found that Emperor Fu suddenly stopped and looked a little strange, and asked immediately.

"I encountered some trouble." Emperor Fu smiled, then sucked his abdomen slightly, rolled his throat, and his lips opened and closed, but no sound came out.

Transmitting the sound into secret - condense the sound into a line and transmit it to the target's ears. This secret technique requires at least the Gangjin martial artist to be able to perform it.

Moreover, this method of voice transmission is a very secretive assassination method. It can instantly destroy the target brain through voice transmission.

Lei Batian's eyes were bulging out. He did not hear the master's voice sound. A faint but extremely clear voice sounded in his mind. Could it be that this is the legendary voice transmission secret? His body was trembling with excitement, but thinking that this was performed by his master who regarded him as a god, he quickly regained his calmness and listened carefully to Emperor Fu's words.

"Why don't you stop talking? Did you feel really unhappy when you noticed that I was monitoring him? This old man's premonition ability was so terrifying that he couldn't hide it from him at all. He was so distressed! Hey, what is this old man doing? Why is only his lips moving, but no sound coming out?"

Ling Yu, who was monitoring Emperor Fu, was dissatisfied at first, but then something happened and became extremely surprised.

It’s abnormal to just move your lips without making any sound!

Is this old man afraid that he would eavesdrop on their words? Well, it is very likely, but if he doesn't make a sound, how can he say it to Lei Batian?

Ling Yu knew that this old man was extremely perverted, and there must be a way. There are methods in martial arts novels such as transmitting voices into secrets, but they use internal power. This old man is not the same, right? Grandma is a claw, and she dares to play tricks with me. Ling Yu felt a move in his heart and controlled the power of the pulmonary force to transmit towards the old man. Since you don’t tell me, I won’t give you the chance to say it.

Emperor Fu's face changed slightly, his figure flashed, and he reached ten feet away, and he was teleported and he was extremely ghostly.

"I'm leaving for my teacher."

Emperor Fu threw down a sentence and rushed out of the window on the second floor. Then he lit up on the railing and rushed to the third floor like a night owl. The speed was so fast that even if Spider-Man came, he would probably be reluctant to give in.

Lei Batian didn't expect that his master would leave as soon as he arrived and disappeared in the blink of an eye. It was simply a dragon that could not see his head and tail, and it was incredibly fast. However, he thought about the master's previous talk about the trouble he had encountered and what he had just left him, and he felt a little nervous. Even a peerless master like his master would feel it was difficult. It is conceivable that this trouble was definitely not something he could interfere with.

After going up to the roof of the martial arts hall, Emperor Fu did not stop and quickly jumped towards the opposite building. He had several rises and falls away from the martial arts hall building.

"I've gained some knowledge. I've been so perverted to this level of practice. Even Spider-Man is not so perverted!"

Ling Yu was stunned when he watched Emperor Fu's high-altitude stunt performance. He had only one feeling in his heart. It was so cool. His childhood dream of martial arts now has a living example in front of him, which made Ling Yu want to transform into Emperor Fu and feel so happy.

If he had such martial arts skills and had a clone of the earth, who could stand me in the world? At this moment, Ling Yu had an irresistible thought.

After Emperor Fu got on a tall building, he finally stopped, then sat cross-legged and said, "Have you checked my experience in Qingcheng Mountain? Don't you believe me?"

"Not yet, don't you want to find me?"

"Hmph, why are you anxious? When I find out, I will contact you naturally."

"I can't hear clearly whether you used the message to enter the secret."

Ling Yu wrote on the concrete floor.

"If you can't find out after a while, wouldn't I have to wait?" Emperor Fu said helplessly.

"How about we agree on a date or within a month?" Ling Yu wrote on the cement floor.

"One month?" Emperor Fu was slightly surprised. This time was not short. Could it be that this earthly steward went to Qingcheng Mountain to verify his experience?

"Hmph, do you think I think, the earth spirit of Qingcheng Mountain is too powerful and I can't control it, so it will take some time."

Ling Yusuo opened the skylight and spoke loudly.

"So that's the case, that's OK."

Although Emperor Fu was a little strange, he didn't ask much. After all, he didn't know much about the Earth Conqueror. It took such a great price to communicate with the Earth's true spirit. I think the Earth Conqueror is not without any restrictions.

"Okay, within one month, you will stay in Chengdu."

Ling Yu wrote on the concrete floor.

"What if you haven't found it in a month?" Emperor Fu asked back.

"If you can't find it, just make an agreement to be invalid. Did you let me appear in front of you automatically? Who knows if the place you provide for the birthplace is fake?"

Ling Yu wrote on the concrete floor, but he felt secretly happy. He had already confirmed that Emperor Fu came down from Qingcheng Mountain. At least in recent years, he had not left Qingcheng Mountain for half a step, so this place where he was born was 100%.

After seeing this, Emperor Fu couldn't help but smile bitterly, saying that there was no way to use this earth to control the person.

"Well, if you don't find it in a month, then I will use worldly means to find you out, and you can't stop me, how about it?"

Emperor Fu is not a good-for-nothing lamp, so he has already figured out a solution.

Ling Yu didn't expect that Emperor Fu would actually do such a trick, and he really couldn't refuse. However, he thought that the power of the Fengdu organization had not found himself. As long as he hid it a little deeper, Emperor Fu wouldn't even want to find him. He immediately wrote on the cement floor: "Okay, that's it."

A satisfied smile finally appeared on Emperor Fu's face.

"Senior, if I practice martial arts and practice to your level, is it possible?"

Ling Yu thought of the scene where Emperor Fu jumped on the building before, and his blood boiled and he immediately wrote on the concrete floor.

"You are a land peddler, and your strength is already strong enough. Why do you still need to practice martial arts?"

Emperor Fu said in surprise.

"No matter how strong this ability is, it is still a mortal fetus. A bullet can be sent to hell, and no matter how great the ability is, it will be in vain."

"If I meet a strong man like you, Senior, who has been killed by you before he can take action, would you say such ability be useful?"

"If I have strong martial arts cultivation and the ability to control the earth, who else can harm me in the world?"

Ling Yu wrote down his ideas one by one on the cement floor.

Emperor Fu was silent for a while, and then said, "This is indeed a problem. Although you have the ability to control the earth and can become the successor of my 'district master', this martial arts cultivation is hard to say. If you are not qualified, it is very difficult to practice to reach the depths, especially in modern society. Without experiencing a bloody battle in life and death, it is difficult to understand the true connotation of martial arts."

"Senior, is there a quick way?"

Ling Yu asked the sentence he wanted to say the most.

"A quick way? There must be some, but practicing to transform the spirit is the limit. If you want to go further, it is hundreds of times more difficult than being down-to-earth."

Emperor Fu was stunned at first, then said.

Transforming the spirit?

It is also very good to be able to practice Huajin. Ling Yu was delighted. He was still at the level of Mingjin and had not even touched the edge of the darkjin. As for Huajin, he was like the stars in the sky, and was out of reach.

"It's okay to transform the spirit, senior, how do you think it's quick? How long will it take?"

Ling Yu hurriedly wrote it on the concrete floor.

"The quick-achieving method is to rely on a martial artist above Danjin to activate qi and blood to stimulate it. However, it requires consuming the huge qi and blood of the martial artist, which will have some impact on the martial artist. If it is a martial artist, the effect will be better. Of course, if it is from me, the qi and blood massage of ten days and half a month can allow you to penetrate the whole body, and then stimulate your spiritual will with the intention of fists. You can become a martial artist in the magician in about one month. However, this quick-achieving method, haha, to be honest, it is difficult to stabilize the realm, and it is easy to see the decline in cultivation. The real strength is probably not even a martial artist."

Emperor Fu smiled.

Of course Ling Yu knew that quick success had the disadvantages of quick success, but he had decided to let Emperor Fu force himself to become a martial artist after he had checked it.

If you practice boxing by yourself, let alone enter the transformation force, even the hidden force is probably very lingering. After all, in addition to hard work, talent is also very important to practice boxing.

The two of them chatted like this. Time flies, and Ling Yu also knew a lot. After all, Emperor Fu is over 100 years old, not in vain. Especially when it comes to martial arts experience, it is a wonderful thing. If you give a little tip, Ling Yu will feel enlightened.

It was almost dawn, and Ling Yu stopped talking to him, then got up and washed his clothes, sent a text message to Sister Xiaoya, and then went to the park to practice boxing. At noon, Zhao Shicheng called Ling Yu and said that the date of the auction had been set. A week later, the location was in Dachenguang Commercial Building.

After hearing the Dachenguang Building, Ling Yu was a little surprised. Last time he went to buy a computer with Sister Xiaoya, he encountered a sinkhole, so he had never been in. Now he remembered that he was a little curious about the mall. He immediately checked the memory information and found that the mall was semi-private and semi-official. In addition to a high-end shopping mall, there was also an auction house. While having dinner at Sister Xiaoya’s residence, Ling Yu mentioned to her about going to Yu’s hometown tomorrow and asked her if she would go there.

"There will be a discussion meeting tomorrow, and I'm afraid I can't accompany you." Yao Jingya's eating posture was very elegant, she chewed slowly, put down the bowls and chopsticks in her hand while speaking, and said with a little apology.

Ling Yu said while eating: "It's okay."

Seeing Ling Yu eating, a gentle smile appeared on Yao Jingya’s fair cheeks.

The next morning, Ling Yu left the school.

Of course, politely speaking, you cannot go empty-handed when you visit Yu's hometown. So Ling Yu prepared an ancient text book based on Mr. Yu's hobbies, and asked Zhao Shicheng to prepare it yesterday. The author of this ancient text book was not famous. He was an ancient text lover in the Qing Dynasty. There was a decades of research efforts in it. The market price of this type of text book was not high, which was more than 3,000, so it was very suitable to give this ancient text book.

When he arrived at Lingxi Hall, Zhao Shicheng saw Ling Yu coming, he took out the prepared ancient text book and packed it in an ancient wooden box.

"Uncle, thank you!"

Ling Yu took the wooden box over, and then looked at it without opening it, and immediately said with a smile.

"Haha, Xiaoyu, I really envy you. I can actually get the invitation from Mr. Yu. I wonder how many people are looking forward to this opportunity!"

Zhao Shicheng was a little envious. When Ling Yu talked to him yesterday, he didn't believe it. How could this be possible? After all, Ling Yu was not famous. Even if he came forward to protect the people last time, it must be due to the forces behind Ling Yu. But now it seems that this is not the case. If he didn't know about Mr. Yu's grandchildren, he really thought Ling Yu was one of them!

"Uncle, I'm leaving."

Ling Yu smiled. Who knows about saving Mr. Yu?

According to the location provided by Su Xiaoxiao, Ling Yu took a taxi to the vicinity of Wenshu Temple, which is close to the city center, and every inch of land is valuable. Only people of the same level as Mr. Yu are qualified to have that old-fashioned house in this place.

So power is a good thing, influence is even more a good thing!

Walking into a deep forest, as if you were walking out of the world, the noise in your ears gradually faded away. Ling Yu knew that it was this thick forest that weakened and isolated the noise outside. Walking along a flat bluestone road, you could vaguely see the shadows of the houses among the trees.

Not long after walking, Ling Yu finally arrived outside one of the houses with a very good location. The house gave people a very contemporary feeling, and cleverly integrated the surrounding environment, giving people a wonderful feeling of being in the early 20th century.

The gate of the courtyard was open, Ling Yu stopped slightly, then walked in, but saw two old men playing chess under a big tree not far away, one of which had white hair and hair. It was Yu Qian who had a relationship with him.

The other one has gray hair and tall and burly figure. Even when he is old, he feels like a benchmark sitting there, standing tall and unmoving. What a momentum!

Ling Yu's eyes shining, and he understood that the old man must be a martial arts master with a profound cultivation level. Although time has prevented his body from reaching its peak, his will and momentum remained the same as before.

As if he noticed Ling Yu's gaze, the old man suddenly turned around and looked over.

At this time, it was like a tiger turning back, and a faint sense of suffocation and oppression reached Ling Yu's mind. Fortunately, Ling Yu's mental consciousness is very strong at the moment, so this look did not have much impact on Ling Yu. If he was an ordinary warrior, this look would probably be shocked and depressed.

Only by killing people and killing many people can you have this kind of look.

This person is not simple!

But thinking about how this old man could sit with Mr. Yu to play chess, his identity would naturally not be simple. He probably lived in a certain house here.

"Haha, you're here."

Old Yu also noticed Ling Yu, with a smile on his face, and actually stood up, which surprised the old man opposite him.
Chapter completed!