Ye Wentian wanted to go to the East China Sea, not only to find Ye Feng, but also for another purpose, which was to inquire about the situation and see who wanted to get involved in the Ye family's martial arts secrets.
He interrogated the thief caught by Ye Feng before, but the thief didn't know anything. He just picked up the one from Jianghu Bang, and Ye Wentian waved him away.
To be on the safe side, he brought all four secret books of the Ye family: Fei Ye Heart Sutra, Dragon Claw Hand, Crazy Demon Boxing Technique, and Xuanyang Sword Technique with him, and then he took Su Menghan with him on the Hummer H2.
When he got on the car, Ye Wentian only thought that the car was quite impressive, but of course he didn't know that the car consumed a lot of fuel. Even with a spare fuel tank, if he wanted to reach Xiangshan County over a distance of more than 1,500 kilometers, It will probably take a day and a night.
Su Menghan was helping Ye Feng deliberately delay...
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Ye Feng, who was already in Donghai, was eavesdropping on the conversation of four martial arts people downstairs.
"Senior Brother Luo Feng, are you okay?"
This is a young man with low cultivation level speaking.
"Of course it'll be okay."
Another young man, about 27 or 28 years old, had a deep voice, like a tiger waiting for an opportunity. Ye Feng could feel that this young man's cultivation level was the highest among the four, and he actually reached twenty-five years of cultivation level!
It seems that this is the "Senior Brother Luo Feng" that other people call him.
"That boy from the south actually dared to sneak attack on us."
Senior Brother Luo Feng said in a low voice: "He is lucky this time. Next time we meet, the Three Emperors Cannon will definitely kill him without any body parts!"
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Ye Feng frowned slightly as he listened. Could the Nanfang they were talking about be the man in the skull mask
"Hehe, that's it, who doesn't know that Senior Brother Luo Feng has just realized the second level of Sanhuang Paochuquan, releasing his inner energy and being extremely domineering?"
Others immediately began to compliment that senior brother Luo Feng. Even though there was a floor with strong sound insulation effect, the sound could be clearly heard by Ye Feng. This is the wonderful use of spiritual consciousness.
Ye Feng listened and quickly frowned.
"Wan'er, do you know who Luo Feng is?"
Ye Feng hugged her and asked quietly.
"Which Luo Feng?"
Long Wan'er asked lazily.
"People from the Divine Fist Sect."
Ye Feng answered.
"Luo Feng from the Divine Fist Sect?"
When Long Wan'er heard this, she was a little surprised, and her delicate body leaned closer to his embrace: "That is the leader of the younger generation of the Shen Fist Sect. I heard that he was called Nanfeng in the past. He was brought back from the secular world and trained..."
Luo Feng, Nanfeng, that’s it!
Ye Feng suddenly realized.
It seems that he must be from Nantianmen. The other enemy mentioned by Nanfang should be Luo Feng, right? Unfortunately, facing Luo Feng, who had cultivated for twenty-five years and had also mastered the second level of martial arts, Nanfang had no chance of winning, so he was lucky not to be caught.
Ye Feng still wanted to call Nanfang later. Now it seems that he may have to be more cautious. If someone is in critical condition, wouldn't a phone call make things worse
Let's wait until tomorrow. Anyway, with Long Wan'er here, Ye Feng is not in a hurry to get any information from Nanfang.
"Tomorrow morning, let's go to the south coast first. There should be a cliff facing the sea there."
Ye Feng leaned into Long Wan'er's ear and whispered.
"What are you doing there?"
Long Wan'er hugged his neck, kissed him on the face, and then asked curiously.
"The lost secret book of the Ghost Crying Sword technique of the Yinxian Sect should be hidden on that cliff."
Ye Feng explained. He recalled the map that Zhu Bainiao had drawn for him before, and found that it was actually near this place. It had to be said that this was a coincidence, so there was no need for him to go out and look for it.
Ye Feng no longer looks down on martial arts. Judging from the dragon claw hand alone, its practical value is quite high. It can grab people and objects from a distance. At least as far as Ye Feng knew, he had never seen magic with this kind of effect. He now feels that having more knowledge about martial arts will be of great benefit to his future practice.
"Ghost Crying Knife Technique!"
When Long Wan'er heard this, she was obviously shocked: "How did you know?"
"Do you know Zhu Bainiao?"
Ye Feng asked.
"Well, wasn't this person the one who spread the news about the Changbai Mountain Condor Rhizome?"
Long Wan'er had heard of the name Zhu Bainiao.
Ye Feng briefly explained what happened to Zhu Bainiao, and then asked: "Is there anything special about this Ghost Crying Knife technique?"
"Um."
Long Wan'er solemnly said: "In the past, the Yinxian Sect was one of the three major forces in the world, relying on the Ghost Crying Sword technique! But thirty years ago, the Ghost Crying Sword technique was lost, and the Yinxian Sect was gradually declining..."
"So tigerish?"
This time it was Ye Feng's turn to be shocked.
He thought that the Ghost Crying Sword technique was just an ordinary martial art of the Yinxian sect, but now it seems that it is obviously a martial art of the Zhen sect. Without the Ghost Crying Sword technique, the Yinxian Sect has declined. It is self-evident how powerful this Ghost Crying Knife technique is!
"Then we'll make a lot of money."
Ye Feng chuckled and squeezed Long Wan'er's perky buttocks, causing her to moan.
"Even if you learn it, you don't dare to use it."
Long Wan'er said coquettishly: "If people from the Yinxian Sect see it, they will definitely hunt you down from all corners of the world."
"No matter what you do with all that, once you get it, if it doesn't work, you can still sell it for money. I don't believe no one will want it."
Ye Feng is not worried about being hunted down at all. Are there still a few people who want to kill him now? Just Long Moran from the Long family is enough for him to drink a pot, and more Yinxian sects are nothing.
"Sold to the Yinxian Sect, it's worth at least several billion."
Long Wan'er snorted: "If this is true, we will not be short of money to spend in the future."
"That is."
Ye Feng chuckled. No matter in the modern city or in the world of immortality, money is indispensable. It should be the dream of most men in this world to allow their women to have endless money to spend.
Throughout the night, the two fell in love again and again, and they fell asleep hugging each other until late at night.
The next day, Ye Feng woke up early and felt the little girl nestled in his arms. Her sleepy look made her look extremely cute.
Ye Feng was a little soft-hearted and wanted her to sleep a little longer, but then there was a sudden knock on the door.
"Wan'er, have you gotten up yet?"
A mature and gentle voice reached the ears of the two people in the bed.
"Oh, it's my aunt."
Long Wan'er woke up immediately, sat up suddenly, and lifted the quilt!
Ye Feng glanced subconsciously and couldn't move his eyes away. He stared intently at Long Wan'er's chest, where the two round and straight white balls were a big killer for any man!
"What are you looking at? Didn't you have enough fun last night?"
Long Wan'er snorted. She was not shy. The two of them were already so close, so why should she be shy
She flew up and kicked Ye Feng directly, driving him off the bed.
Ye Feng nimbly got up and dodged, thinking: Enough fun? Of course I didn’t have enough fun! Playing for a lifetime is not enough!
Someone knocked on the door, he didn't joke much, and soon the two of them got dressed.
Long Wan'er combed her hair in front of the mirror, then turned around and said, "Go and open the door, my aunt is outside... Remember to put on your mask, she's a very nice person and won't embarrass you."
Ye Feng glanced sideways and saw two masks, one white and one black, ready beside him. He smiled bitterly. This girl is really thoughtful.