"Thoroughly comprehend the 'Tao with martial arts', and then talk about the way of the road." The old man dropped the last sentence and disappeared without a trace.

However, the martial arts artistic conception that wrapped Yingtian's body began to gradually tighten again, and the sharp pain hit again. His skin seemed to be sliced by a tiny blade, and blood was gushing.

The old man forgot the force he exerted? How can it be so irresponsible! Is he really going to die here and become the wronged boss in the Martial Saint's Tomb?

As the power that binds him gradually increases, Yingtian knows that time is running out. His brain was racing rapidly, and he thought of what he had talked about when he met Uncle Yu, of forces such as the Dugu family and the Ji family, and of the dangerous situations that his relatives and friends might face.

A strong will to fight filled his mind, and a majestic thought of eliminating evil surged in his heart.

At this time, the power of self-control awakens again, and the state of calm and concentration is suddenly formed. Yingtian seemed to have no pain, and he ignored the bubbling blood, only the feeling of calm as water and detachment from himself.

Two distinct voices lingered overhead and hovered around him again. After a while, only the words of the golden mouth and wooden tongue were left, like the sound of Sanskrit fairy singing, like flowers and rain.

I don't know how long it took, but I only heard a muffled sound of "bang", and the energy that filled the earth tomb exploded, and the cool artistic conception quickly disappeared. The magical power that bound the sky squeezed into his body like a ball of cotton, and disappeared without a trace.

He looked down and saw that the clothes on his body were in tatters, the numerous wounds were no longer bleeding, and the scabs were healing well everywhere.

The Mud Pill Palace in the sky moved slightly, and a wisp of divine thought was transmitted instantly, like an arm making a finger, moving from the heart.

Previously, the mind could only spread out once to explore the surrounding environment. Now, it can be condensed into a wisp! He was pleasantly surprised by the change.

Then, Yingtian explored the Mud Pill Palace, and obviously felt that his divine consciousness had changed a lot, and it had merged into a small "pond". Although this pond was 108,000 miles away from the real sea of knowledge, it had already made him happy.

At the same time, his martial arts realm had also achieved a breakthrough, reaching the late stage of the sixth layer of the Grandmaster. This situation not only surprised Yingtian, but also worried him.

More than two months ago, he had only advanced to the peak realm of the fifth layer of the Grandmaster, and according to his physical condition and feeling of the bottleneck of the martial arts, it would take at least half a year to complete the breakthrough.

At this time, Yingtian woke up to the fact that the Martial Dao Pure Ming was so powerful, it would not only affect the advancement of the Martial Dao realm, but also have a great role in promoting the development of the sea of knowledge!

For the old man who said that guiding the entry to reach Xiaocheng, it should be that his martial arts are pure and clear to the realm of Xiaocheng, right?!

While thinking, Yingtian took out his summer clothes and pants from the newly bought carrying bag, and after putting them on neatly, he carefully experienced every word of the old man.

What kind of skill is Martial Dao Jingming? And how to use and control it? What is the "specialization" that the old man said? What are martial intent and sword intent?

He racked his brains, but he couldn't come up with a reason.

"Come on, there's a guy here." A voice came, interrupting Yingtian's thoughts. Then, a jumble of footsteps came from far and near. In a short time, five people had rushed into the tomb.

He fixed his eyes and saw that among these five people, there were three martial artists, one innate and two grandmasters.

The mid-stage martial artist with the mustache looked at him suspiciously, and asked in a deep voice, "Boy, did you hear the sound just now?" ”

Yingtian glanced at him and shook his head. Five people, you look at me, I look at you, it feels incredible.

Just now, some tourists reported that the small gate of the tomb could not be entered. Then there was a loud muffled noise, but they didn't notice anything unusual when they entered.

It's really a rooster laying eggs and donkeys with horns, and strange things are happening!

"This kid is weird, let him come with us." The innate martial artist circled around Yingtian, pretending to look around, and also made suggestions in a matter-of-fact manner.

The corners of the mustache's mouth curled slightly, and he gave him a look. The innate martial artist stepped forward and stretched out his hand to pull Yingtian.

"Not available." Yingtian raised his hand and opened his hand. I was stunned for a moment, and I felt that this kid was not easy to mess with, so I didn't act again.

The martial artist in the early stage of the Grandmaster said sharply: "Don't you know that we are members of the Martial Alliance? If you're interested, come back to the branch with us and ask questions. After saying that, he winked at the mustache.

When Yingtian heard that he was going to the Wumeng branch, he secretly rejoiced.

Before, when he and Fu'er exchanged for alchemy medicinal materials, they would occasionally go to the intensive residence. However, the Wumeng branch is a mile away, and the two siblings have never had a chance to get close to the situation inside.

Now not only is the opportunity here, but also the Wumeng branch can be entered! Yingtian stood up and pretended to be aggrieved: "I really didn't hear any noise!" ”

Seeing that he was young and timid, the mustache joked: "Little brother, we are just doing a routine check." If you don't believe them, ask them, cooperate with us, and they will be safe. ”

Yingtian glanced at the two ordinary staff members, and saw that they nodded mechanically, and showed a helpless expression imperceptibly.

He instantly understood that the three martial artists should often do some blackmail and blackmail. Moreover, they still brought people to the Wumeng branch to eat alone, no wonder these ordinary employees did not dare to be angry, and they could not speak.

"Well, I'll listen to you. It's getting dark, and my sister will come looking for me. Yingtian said eagerly, pretending to be a good baby. In this way, the three warriors smiled and led him towards the branch of the Martial Alliance.

Entering the branch gate, the three led him into his office in a tall building. After asking a few questions in a pretentious manner, they directly announced the result of the punishment: they could only leave after paying a fine of 20,000 yuan.

Yingtian argued a few words aggrievedly, not only was he punched twice, but he was also scolded for not knowing how to lift.

Moreover, the mustache actually started ideological work for him: "We see that you are not a poor person, but the crime is too big, and it has seriously damaged the normal business order of the Wusheng Temple." ”

"Paying 20,000 yuan is just a symbolic punishment for you, otherwise, according to today's loss, it is not too much to fine you 20,000 yuan. Hey, didn't you say your sister was coming? Why hasn't it arrived yet? ”

Yingtian glanced at his lewd swollen eyes, and wanted to vomit. If it weren't for the Wumeng branch, he would definitely beat his mustache all over the ground to find his teeth.

Then, he honestly said, "Come soon, I'll urge her." After getting the permission of the mustache, he took out his mobile phone and called Yu Feng, asking her to send 20,000 yuan.

He wasn't used to going out with so much cash, let alone wanting to stay in the Wumeng branch for a while.

Yu Feng is a member of the Liang family, and when she came over, Yingtian had no worries. He couldn't let Miao Fu and Ah Sheng come to help, let alone call the people from the Aquila Hall to come and help. Now, none of them can be easily exposed.

After Yingtian entered the Wumeng branch, he repeatedly exuded divine thoughts, and explored the relevant arrangements and various paths in this area.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of an argument coming from the fourth floor.

Immediately after, Yingtian covered the divine thoughts again, and found that there was an argument between two great grandmasters in a room. Although they kept their voices low, they still couldn't escape Yingtian's listening.

These two people are fat and thin, and after listening to a few words, Yingtian knew that they were high-level people from the Wumeng branch.

"Our economy has always been independent accounting, our own decisions, the headquarters has never been concerned about the funds, but now they are asking us for so much money, and it is within three months. How do I take it? Definitely can't take it out! The fat man growled in dissatisfaction.

The thin and tall man smiled and comforted: "The headquarters said, this time it is borrowed, and it will be returned to us with interest in the future." ”

"It's still a fart, and you can spit it out if you eat it in your mouth?" The fat man was already furious.

The thin and tall man's face changed sharply, and he said sharply: "High Deputy Lord, you must be measured when you speak!" ”

Then, he regained his composure, but he was not as polite as he was just now: "The headquarters is doing this, it is completely hollowing out our funds, and I am reluctant, but what can I do?" If you don't take it, you have to take it, and this money is related to the future status and development of the entire Wumeng, and it also has direct benefits for our branch. ”