Chapter 2 Take advantage of the situation! Nine steps! ( ~)

"Mr. Ling Yu, the whole matter has been investigated. Qiao Zhiyong, the director of the stick school of Huawuguan in his two months, led people to arrest Mr. Ruiwo at night. He was imprisoned for nearly a month and was robbed 17 days ago. At present, the whereor is unknown and cannot be found for the time being, but as long as it takes a certain period of time, the power of the family will be very fast..."

Ling Yu shook her head, interrupted Yang Xun's words, and whispered, "No, Qiao Kun... Qiao Zhiyong! One took action against my best friend and the other took away my closest relatives. I will never give up this time!"

Feeling Xiuxiu's little hand grasping the corner of her clothes, Ling Yu took a deep breath and spit it out until there was a slight swelling and pain in her chest. He adjusted his facial expression and continued, "Miss Yang Xun, I'm sorry to trouble you this time. My personal strength is really not enough. If I don't use your strength, I'm afraid I will be killed before I see anyone.

Yang Xun smiled, and the two shallow dimples made people feel very sweet. She smiled and said, "What is Mr. Ling Yu talking about? You are the young master's best friend. The order that the young master has ordered you before is his order. Naturally, we will help your relatives if they are in trouble. If it hadn't been for my insufficient authority, your relatives might have returned to you now.

At this point, Ling Yu was no longer pretentious. She thanked him and quietly waited for the arrival of the tram.

In the afternoon of that day, with slight inertia, the tram finally reached the familiar city - Shu City! Looking at the same flow of people in the sky from the window of the tram, Ling Yu had no excitement or hatred in her heart, like a pool of deep water.

When Ling Yu took Xiuxiu's hand and got out of the car, nearly 20 big men in ink-black uniforms stood on both sides. Ling Yu noticed that under their black uniforms were uniforms. Seeing the arrival of Ling Yu and Xiuxiu, the 20 strong men immediately turned around and bowed, and a man got up and strode between them.

Ling Yu saw that his body was light, and every step seemed casual, but it contained a sense of martial arts. Ling Yu knew that this was the leader of these people.

Irrespecting the envious or puzzled eyes of others at the station, Ling Yu took Xiuxiu's hand and walked down the tram to meet the man.

"Mr. Ling Yu, there are more than 3,20 fighters in Shu City, nine strong people above the ground level, and most of them are good hands on the ninth level. I'm on standby now. When do you want to go out?

As they walked, they said that when the man finished speaking, they had already walked to a very luxurious retro extended low-altitude aircraft, and the man opened the door for Ling Yula. Ling Yu, who had never spoken, turned around and asked him, "What's your name?"

"Luo Tianhen."

"Then please inform all the ground-level strong men to go to the Shihua Martial Arts Museum with this car."

"Yes."

Ling Yu took Xiuxiu's hand and sat in the aircraft. She couldn't help thinking, is this a fake tiger?

"I can't help it. Although I don't want to borrow Zhang's strength, I can't even know who took Grandpa away without them this time."

Ling Yu realized the benefits of power for the first time, and on the way, he countlessly reminded himself not to indulge in it. Too much power will only be an obstacle to the progress of martial arts. Real warriors and heroes are all lone rangers, and they will only have partners but no power. Because once there are too many industries, the warriors will lose their unprecedented fighting spirit, and the martial arts cultivation will end here.

There was no one around Xiuxiu except the driver in the front, so he dared to speak and asked softly, "Brother Ling Yu, are you going to kill?"

Her expression was full of worries and helplessness that were not suitable for her age. Ling Yu rubbed her brown hair and whispered, "It's not killing, it's a lesson. Little guy, when have you seen me really kill someone?

Ling Yu knew that Xiuxiu had always hated fighting and killing people. She was disappointed for a long time when she learned that Ling Yu was a warrior. And Ling Yu really didn't kill anyone, at most, she hit the other party seriously. Of course, the state of opening the left eye is unspeakable. If Xiaoxiu knew that Ling Yu had "eat" a person alive, he would not have fainted.

The aircraft is driving smoothly and quickly without any shaking, and even the deviation of the center of gravity is small, which shows the strong technology of the pilot. In just a quarter of an hour of his driving, he took Ling Yu and the other two to the familiar place - Shihua Martial Arts Museum!

"Finally, I'm back..."

When Ling Yu took Xiuxiu's hand and got out of the car, there were nine strong men with different looks standing neatly behind them. Judging from their invisible overflowing air machines, they were all strong men above the ground level. Presumably they were the nine people mentioned by Luo Tianhen. Ling Yu walked over, nodded and said, "Today, please!"

"Since you are a friend of the young master, this is our job." Luo Tianhen came out of an aircraft behind him and said to Ling Yu with a smile.

Looking at the nine people carefully, Ling Yu turned around and waved his hand. In an instant, nine unparalleled powerful breaths behind him burst out without cover, entangling together like a huge mountain pressing in front of the Shihua Martial Arts Museum.

"I, Ling Yu, came to take people!"

To solve the problem is nothing more than two things - strength and wisdom.

Now that Ling Yu holds the absolute power for Shihua, there is no need to do any calculations. Directly oppressing talents with the general trend is the fastest way. Nine land-level strong men can definitely walk horizontally in Shu City. No matter how powerful the Shihua Martial Arts Museum is, it is impossible to resist this force!

Today's sky is dark and low and scary. Bi Kun has never been so restless since he became the curator of this world 30 years ago. He is a classical man who loves calligraphy. He writes well, but today his hand holding the pen has been shaking.

He simply put down his pen. Sit quietly on the chair and close your eyes to refresh yourself. As a swordsman on the second floor, he is very good in both his own cultivation and martial arts cultivation. Things like this should not have happened to him today...

Suddenly, his eyes stared like a cow, and a strong pressure poured in from all directions, and he actually suffocated for half a second. He suddenly pulled out his sword and turned his wrist into the air, which broke the pressure.

"One, two, three... At least seven or eight different breaths, and... They are all powerful people on the ground! What kind of characters should not be provoked by Shihua? How can nine place levels come at the same time..."

Not only Bi Kun, but also the reborn people of this martial arts school who went up to the ground to the first or second floor of the human level felt the fear from the bottom of their hearts and subconsciously looked through the window to the source of this fear.

"Ling Yu!!!" Qiao Zhiyong's pupils shrank in an instant, and he finally understood why Shihua suddenly encountered the visit of nine strong men, which was obviously to take his life! But now it's too late to escape. The curator has taken him down in person. If he doesn't go, everything he has painstakingly managed for more than ten years will be in vain. Qiao Zhiyong can't let go! Qiao Zhiyong simply gritted his teeth, got up and walked down.

"Mr. Ling Yu has figured it out. There are two strong men on the whole floor, seven in half a step, and the rest are warriors. A female armored man said.

Is that right? Shihua... So that's all..."

After experiencing endless battles, Ling Yu's vision has completely risen to a level. Only two Shihua are really weak among the enemies he needs to face.

"Well, everyone, get ready to do it!"

Ling Yu looked at the people emerging from the martial arts hall, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and whispered.