In other words, unless Yuan Yang Haoshi opened the suitcase and inspected it with his naked eyes, he would find that his son's storage bag was in the suitcase in the storage bag.

It was undoubtedly a very risky move just now. What if Yuan Yang Haoshi was very familiar with the talisman paper that covered his breath? Everything Ling Feng did naturally became useless.

Fortunately, Yuan Yang Haoshi trusted his spiritual sense very much, so he luckily allowed Ling Feng to escape.

Otherwise, Yuan Yang Haoshi found his son's storage bag and checked it through the storage bag and found his son's body. Haha, at that time, Yuan Yang Haoshi, who was furious, would do something irrational, and you don't have to think about it.

Even if the old man messes up the entire Yuanyang Sect, what is the significance to Ling Feng?

After recovering his thumping heart, Ling Feng walked out of the room.

Before we could enter the hall, we heard fierce quarrels coming from inside, and the owner of the voice was Uncle Li.

"Father, what you said is not bad, why don't you pass on my unique skills? If you say that the person who can make the decision comes, then you can ask him how much time it can take?" A young voice said loudly, and anyone could hear the dissatisfaction in his tone.

"Ahu, the rules of the master's sect cannot be broken. Without the consent of the sect leader or the young sect leader, my skill will not be passed on to you even if I bring it to the coffin! The young sect leader is resting now. When I have time, I will naturally ask you for questions, so you don't have to worry!"

Uncle Li said firmly and without any room for maneuver.

"Father, you are my father. You said that the younger you start practicing your unique skills, the better the results will be. But if you delay again and again, I am already twenty-three years old, how much more can I achieve? I don't worry, I'm afraid that your skill will really be brought into the coffin!"

Li Hu said indignantly with his neck stammering.

"Bastard! If there was no master in the past, I would not be like me today. Without me, why would you, a bastard boy?"

Uncle Li was furious and slapped the table with one palm.

Li Hu wanted to say something, Ling Feng knew that he couldn't let him continue to say it. He had already seen that Uncle Li was really stubborn and terrible.

"Haha, Uncle Li, why is it so angry? Let's hear it?"

Ling Feng Shiran walked into the hall and walked towards the main seat. When he turned his back to Uncle Li, he nodded sympathetically at Li Hu. Poor kid, it is really pitiful to have such a man on his side.

Li Hu turned his head and didn't want to look at Ling Feng's face.

"I haven't seen the young sect leader yet."

Uncle Li was even more angry and was about to slap Li Hu with a slap.

The sound of wind and thunder sounded in his palm, and Ling Feng could feel that the palm was extremely irresistible. If Li Hu did not apologize, he would definitely take a picture.

"Uncle Li, I am the young sect leader. Didn't you say it just now? Let's hear if you have anything to say." Ling Feng gently slapped Uncle Li.

Uncle Li's strength has actually reached the peak of the Qi-enlightenment Realm. Among the outer disciples, only Sun Youwei, a talented outer disciple, can compare.

"Forgive me, Young Master, this rebellious son, hey..." Uncle Li sighed heavily.

Soon, in the story of Mr. Li, Ling Feng knew the cause and effect. This matter was related to his master.

It turned out that Mr. Li was determined to revitalize the sect, but in recent years he had actually collected a lot of good seedlings. Among them, his son had the highest talent and could barely meet the standards of inner disciples. The rest were slightly worse, but it was more than enough to reach outer disciples.

However, Ling Feng's master had such a rule that the outer disciples were not allowed to contact him without major issues. Uncle Li was an extremely old-fashioned person. After thinking about it, he felt that a matter of barely reaching the inner disciple was not a major matter for Ling Feng's master.

Ling Feng's master Yi has always been a dragon who has never seen his head and no end, and he has been exempted from routine investigations every year. In this way, Uncle Li has no chance to report this situation to him.

That's not all. If Master Li makes some adjustments and asks his son to practice the skills of outer disciples first, it will not be delayed. However, there is a rule that outer disciples are not allowed to teach martial arts privately.

As a result, Li Hu was delayed by tragic years and could only learn the skills of ordinary people.

Ling Feng was a little amused and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Uncle Li was too rigid. The only disciples of his own sect's true disciples, Ling Feng and his junior sister Xuanyuan Qingwu. There are two reasons. There are very few real good seedlings. The other is that the old man is very lazy and too lazy to marry disciples. If he hadn't been afraid that the sect would have cut off his inheritance, he would have probably not accepted disciples at all.

"Li Hu, come up and I'll touch your bones."

Although Mr. Li affirmed his son's roots and bones, it only took so many years to delay Ling Feng still needs to make sure.

"I'm not going forward yet!" A hint of joy flashed in Uncle Li's eyes, and he shouted at his son.

Li Hu walked forward tremblingly. Ling Feng stretched out his hand and held his wrist in his palm, and the battle aura began to wander inside his body.

A moment later, a trace of disappointment flashed in Ling Feng's eyes: "What a pity, if my muscles and bones were not fixed five years ago, I could indeed meet the standards of an inner disciple. Now, I can at most cultivate to the peak of the Qihai Realm in my life."

There is a saying that Ling Feng didn't say, unless someone with great strength helps Li Hu cleanse his marrow and hair, or Li Hu takes some natural treasures by chance, this generation will be finalized.

Once the muscles and bones are formed, there is no hope of condensing the elixir. This is what I meant by this.

"The Qihai Realm, Qihai Realm is also good. I am just the Qi-environment Realm. It is already a lucky nature to be able to cultivate to the Qihai Realm." Uncle Li's eyes flashed with a hint of complexity, and he looked at Ling Feng with a look of expectation.

Ling Feng was silent. It seemed that he had to give a direct order. Only then would Uncle Li teach his son how to practice: "Uncle Li, do you have the skills to practice to the Qihai Realm?"

"Yes, I'm just ashamed. I've been stuck at the peak of Qi Realm over the years and cannot break through." Uncle Li's face flashed with a hint of shame. Ling Feng was not old, but he was already at the peak of Qi Hai Realm. But he was only at the peak of Qi Realm for half a century, and he was really incomparable.

"Okay, Li Hu will be officially included as an outer disciple today. You are responsible for teaching him how to practice, so there must be no mistakes."

Ling Feng said with a serious face, which is also a very serious matter in itself.

Ling Feng is the young sect leader and an inner disciple. He has the right to include an outer disciple for any identity. Of course, just don’t forget to tell the old man.

"yes!"

Uncle Li couldn't help but burst into tears, and he looked at his son with some guilt.

Li Hu didn't care much and said loudly with joy on his face: "Thank you, Young Master."

"By the way, Uncle Li, what happened in the martial arts hall recently? Why are so many people coming to the door to play?" Ling Feng suddenly remembered those unlucky foreigners and asked curiously.

"It's just a bunch of clowns. They want to buy the land in our martial arts hall, and the price is good. It can be said that this is the industry of our sect. Not to mention that the land deed is not with me, even if it's with me, I will not give up this foundation to them."

A trace of disdain flashed in Uncle Li's eyes.

"Oh? Is there any trouble?"

When Ling Feng heard this, he immediately lost interest. A group of ordinary people were trying to seize the land, and the ownership of the land was not in the hands of Uncle Li.

"No, these people come to challenge every day, but instead increase the practical experience of our martial arts disciples. They are all ordinary people, and they just talk and joke. Today is even more unlucky. Just as they were about to challenge, the leader of Yuanyang Sect came to the door. He thought these people were too noisy, so he took a lesson." Uncle Li said that Yuanyang Sect took action, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Father, their strength is getting stronger and stronger. If it weren't for the Yuanyang Sect's actions today, our martial arts school would not be able to get any benefits except you." Li Hu suddenly interrupted.

Uncle Li nodded: "Yes, how many of these people are good today are still good, they are warriors, and one of them has reached the level of dark energy. In this way, it seems that they still have some background?"

Uncle Li showed a look of confusion on his face.

"Father, you rarely pay attention to things outside and focus on martial arts schools. I recognize that some of them are the best in other foreign martial arts schools in the capital." Li Hu also discovered some clues at this time.

Ling Feng was not interested in participating in this matter, so he stood up: "Uncle Li, I'll leave this matter to you. I'll leave you a phone number. If you have any questions, you can call me. I will stay in the capital for a while and prepare to participate in the Newcomer League."

"Newcomer League! Is our sect finally going to participate in the Newcomer League again? OK! I wish the young master a success!" Uncle Li was so excited that he burst into tears when he heard this. A sign of the long-lasting prosperity of a hidden sect is that every newcomer League match can achieve good results. However, no one in their sect has participated for a long time.

"Well, I'll find me a new phone number and phone number. My phone may be monitored. I've caused some trouble recently. The people from the Crane Organization followed me in a dim way, so you should be careful."

Ling Feng couldn't help but feel a little headache when he thought of the Crane Organization.

"The young master is careful. One sect, three sects and seven sects have a common agreement. The battles of ancient warriors are not allowed to affect ordinary people. As for Hu'er and I, we are already from the sect, and we have long been careless about life and death. Moreover, I am an outer disciple of the open stronghold. Killing me is equivalent to challenging our sect. The Crane Organization will not be so unwise." A strong murderous aura emerged in Uncle Li's words, but unfortunately his strength was limited and he was somewhat helpless in his tone.

At this time, Ling Feng had some clarity in his heart: No wonder the old man asked him to come to the capital. In the capital, the other party was really worried. At least he would not have a blatant attack like Jiangnan City.

Li Hu had a lot of winks than him. While they were chatting, they had already gone out and quickly took a brand new mobile phone: "Young Master, can you see this mobile phone? There is a certain prepayment of the phone number inside, and you can use it now."

"I'll call the old man."

After saying that, Ling Feng picked up his cell phone and dialed the familiar number.

"Hey, who?"

The old man sounded lazy in his familiar voice.

"Old man, where are you in Widow Liu's quilt?"

Ling Feng could vaguely hear other sounds around the old man.

There was a rustling sound across from the other side, and soon the old man's voice came again: "You little brat, your skin is itchy again, right? If you don't hit you for three days, how can you talk to the master?"

"Hehe, Master, Youdao is not to do bad things, not to be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door..." Ling Feng smiled thornyly on his face.

"Who is guilty... Is there anything wrong with you calling me? Have you gotten into trouble again? I won't wipe your butt anymore. I just fought with that dead Yin-Yang man, and I'm still having a sore waist and back pain!" The old man immediately used the topic to change **.

"That old man, I killed the young leader of Yuanyang Sect..." Ling Feng was silent for a moment and said with guilt.

"If you kill it, you will kill it...what? Who did you kill?" The old man on the other end of the phone said casually, then took out his ears, and asked again if he was not sure.

"The Young Master of Yuanyang Sect..." Ling Feng could only say it again.

"You little brat, now, get me back immediately! Your courage is getting bigger and bigger. No, you can hide yourself and I'll pick you up. I'm just going to relax for two days..." The old man on the other end of the phone immediately became anxious and heard the cold ringing ringing constantly.

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, old man, things are not bad enough yet."

Ling Feng was a little moved. Although the old man was not very polite, he was very good to him and his junior sister, and treated him as a son and daughter.

"You know, that old guy Yuan Yang Haoshi is just such a treasure, but he is the most protective of others. He knows that you will kill his son and you will not cut you into pieces and you will be my master!" The old man said angrily.

"Master, don't worry..."

"Wait, you actually called me master? Did you cause any trouble? Tell me together!"

"Old man..."

"Suddenly...it's normal this time."

Ling Feng rolled his eyes: "This is the thing..."

Ling Feng told the old man exactly what he met Yuan Yang Mu Qing, of course, what happened after seeing Yuan Yang Haoshi was inevitable.

"It's not bad. It's true that I have a bit of my demeanor back then. In this way, you should be able to handle it for the time being, so I won't be able to get over it for the time being. You can do this by yourself. Don't call me if you have nothing to do, I'm very busy!"

The old man hung up the phone with a bang, without any intention of being polite.
Chapter completed!