Chapter 224: Invisible Brain Supplement, the Most Deadly

He turned his head and looked behind him. A middle-aged man with weathered eyes and a cunning face was staring at him.

With just one glance, Zhang Chu felt a hidden threat. It seemed that if he didn't send out the silver-armored corpse, there was a great possibility that he would be beaten by the middle-aged man in front of him.

In an instant, a name emerged in Zhang Chu's mind: Emperor Shitian.

He really didn't expect that he would meet Indra at this time.

However, nowadays, Zhang Chu is not too worried that Emperor Shitian will discover him.

The invisibility spell, coupled with the extremely weak breath of a living person on his body, made it extremely difficult for Emperor Shitian to find Zhang Chu.

What's more, Zhang Chu now vaguely guessed that the feeling of being watched just now was most likely not because Emperor Shitian discovered Zhang Chu, but because she subconsciously observed with her own perception after coming to the Tianxia Association.

Therefore, Zhang Chu could feel a faint sense of being watched.

If Indra had discovered him, he would have rushed over by now.

The existence of invisibility is still very rare in this world. Indra, who enjoys toying with all living beings, will definitely not let it go.

Therefore, Zhang Chu just glanced at Emperor Shitian and immediately looked away.

The perception of the strong is so sharp that if they stare at him, even if Zhang Chu is in an invisible state, there is still a great risk of being exposed.

Walking in the shadows, Zhang Chu soon disappeared from Emperor Shitian's sight.

At this moment, there was a hint of surprise on Emperor Shitian's face, as if someone had just stared at him.

This kind of viewing is not mindless browsing, but viewing with a purpose.

It is precisely because of this that Indra can feel it from the many gazes.

However, he looked around and did not find anything unusual. Everything was the same as usual.

"Could it be that I made a mistake?"

Emperor Shitian touched his chin, pondered for a moment, then shook his head, "No!"

With his strength, how could he possibly make a mistake?

His expression became serious. "Is there anyone who wants to go against me?"

But Emperor Shitian never forgot that it was a young man whom he did not take seriously and who had only practiced for 10 or 20 years who beat him up.

Thinking of these bad memories, Indra's face became a little gloomy.

"The fox's tail will be exposed sooner or later!"

After muttering to himself, Emperor Shitian turned and left, "Now let's see how the chess piece I chose turns out!"

At this time, Zhang Chu also came to the back mountain of Tianxiahui and sat cross-legged in a cave.

"Why did Indra come here at this time?"

He frowned and thought hard, "Now, Xiong Ba should not be looked down upon by him so much."

"Could it be?"

Zhang Chu suddenly remembered something he heard today, "Feng Yun?"

Tomorrow is the day when Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun become Xiong Ba's apprentices. It is also an important part of Emperor Shitian's manipulation of the human world. It seems possible that he comes to take a look to prevent accidents from happening.

After all, Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun are not only an important part of his manipulation of the human world, but also the seed players chosen when he slays the dragon in the future.

"It seems,"

Thinking of this, Zhang Chu was silent for a moment, "I'm afraid I can't have any contact with Duan Lang now!"

"We still have to wait for a while!"

"At the very least, we have to wait until Fengyun becomes your disciple before making any plans."

After calming down his chaotic thoughts, the magic on Zhang Chu's body gradually disappeared.

In the invisible state, unless one's strength is one or two levels higher than Zhang Chu, or even has a deep understanding of the methods of cultivating immortals, it would be quite difficult to discover Zhang Chu.

In the following days, Zhang Chu basically sat quietly in the back mountain of Tianxiahui and had no intention of going out at all.

Even when Feng Yun became his apprentice, Zhang Chu had no intention of going to observe.

It is true that Zhang Chu now does not want to confront Emperor Shitian.

At least, before his strength reaches the Golden Core Stage, no one wants to fight against him.

In the blink of an eye, about half a month has passed quietly.

Zhang Chu also felt that the vague feeling of being watched had disappeared, and he had no intention of going out. Anyway, he was not in a hurry.

On a starry night, Zhang Chu heard a faint sobbing sound, as if someone was crying on the back mountain.

Zhang Chu, who had been staying in the cave, hesitated for a moment, remained invisible, and after performing the floating technique, he walked out of the cave and walked towards the place where the low sobbing came from.

Soon, a little boy squatting and leaning against a big tree appeared in Zhang Chu's eyes.

Zhang Chu did not step forward, but just watched silently from the side. However, he recognized the child in front of him, and he was one of the targets of this trip - Duan Lang.

"Child, why are you crying?"

The crying child suddenly heard a voice coming from deep within his heart, which frightened him so much that he stood up.

"Who?"

Although there were traces of tears on his face, Duan Lang's eyes were rolling around.

He looked around warily, but didn't see anyone.

"I'm asking you!"

"Child, why are you crying?"

He got a response, but it still echoed in his heart, and he still didn't see anyone.

Duan Lang looked around, and had a secret plan in his mind: he heard him crying, but did not see anyone appear, so it should be a martial arts senior passing by.

"The boy is the son of Nanlin Sword Master Duan Shuai!"

After Duan Lang organized his words in his mind, he slowly began to speak, "My family fell into poverty because of my father's disappearance!"

"Join the Tianxia Association in an effort to revive the Duan family."

"only."

Duan Lang then recounted his experiences in the Tianxia Society.

In fact, he still felt unfair. No matter how you looked at it, Duan Lang was not bad. Why was Xiongba unwilling to accept him as his disciple?

"hehe!"

After he finished telling his story, a sneer sounded in his heart, "This is worth crying about!"

"Isn't it enough to just work hard at cultivation?"

"If I don't accept you as my disciple, then I won't accept you!"

"What's the big deal!"

"It's really disappointing that the son of Nanlin Sword Master Duan Shuai actually looks like this."

"Do you have any history with my father?"

Duan Lang was so smart that he immediately understood the meaning behind the mysterious voice.

"Yo~"

Sure enough, the mysterious voice sounded again, "You're quite smart!"

"I did have a brief encounter with your father, Duan Shuai."

"Senior, where is my father?" Duan Lang asked anxiously before Zhang Chu could finish his words.

"He's busy with something big right now,"

The mysterious voice ignored Duan Lang's question and said, "I don't have time to see you, so please let me take care of you!"

"I didn't expect you to be such a coward!"

"Don't you know that men should be strong?"

"Relying on others for everything is what cowards do!"

"What's more, you have a unique family skill?"

"What's so unfair about that?"

"Could it be that every one of the thousands of orphans and beggars in the Tianxia Society has a unique skill?"

Duan Lang was speechless immediately. Having lived in Tianxiahui for a while, he naturally knew how pitiful those orphans and beggars who lived and ate with him were.

Even if you join Tianxiahui, you will be cannon fodder. Do you want to become a superior person?
Among the more than a thousand orphans and beggars, the ones who can make it to the end are basically one in a hundred, or even one in a thousand.

But, shouldn’t people look up?
Hard work is indeed important, but the resources for cultivation are also quite important.

Since he couldn't become Xiongba's apprentice, how could he, a descendant of a poor family, have the resources to practice the family's martial arts?
"Heaven moves vigorously, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement!"

At this moment, Duan Lang was constantly accepting the chicken soup that Zhang Chu was instilling in him.

Gradually, an extremely strong fighting spirit emerged on his face, as if nothing could stump him.

"Thank you for your teachings, senior,"

Duan Lang looked like he was being taught a lesson, his face full of respect, "May I see you, Senior?"

"Let's just meet!"

That mysterious voice rang in Duan Lang's heart again, "We'll have a chance to meet again in the future!"

"It seems that you are a promising talent,"

The extremely mysterious voice seemed to be a little hesitant to Duan Lang, "I will teach you a set of skills!"

"But you must remember not to mention this to anyone, otherwise something bad will happen!"

"Kid, remember this!"

After saying that, Duan Lang looked around. How could it be possible to teach someone martial arts without meeting them in person?
However, before he could react, an extremely huge amount of information suddenly appeared in his mind, which shocked him so much that he almost fainted.

Seeing Duan Lang with blood suddenly gushing out of his nose, Zhang Chu's face changed. He was still careless. The Duan Lang in front of him was really too young and could not bear the impact of so much information at all.

Zhang Chu, who was hiding in the dark, had a tube of liquid in his hand and poured it into the mouth of Duan Lang, who was lying on the ground twitching.

Not long after, Duan Lang stood up with a pale face.

There was no fear in his eyes, only surprise.

It is really amazing that the information can be directly transmitted into his memory. This is simply a magical method!

He had only heard of such methods in some martial arts books.

However, when he wanted to check the information in his memory, he felt a layer of fog blocking his view.

"Boy,"

At this moment, Zhang Chu's voice rang out again, "I was careless just now!"

"I never thought that you couldn't handle such a huge shock of information!"

"For now, I will temporarily seal the technique I'm teaching you in your mind!"

"Once your strength reaches a certain level, you can unlock it!"

"Now, you should practice your family's skills first!"

"senior,"

After hearing what Zhang Chu said, Duan Lang became anxious. Such a powerful person must have extremely powerful skills. How could he be willing not to be able to practice it?

"If I practice the family's martial arts, then when I practice the martial arts passed down by my predecessors, I'm afraid..."

"Do not worry!"

The voice had an inexplicable sense of conviction, "Even if you practice your family's martial arts, you can also practice my martial arts!"

"The deeper you practice the techniques passed down by your family, the easier it will be to practice my techniques!"

Duan Lang was suddenly speechless.

As a child who grew up in a martial arts family, how could he not know about the conflict between martial arts techniques?

After practicing the family martial arts, how is it possible to practice other martial arts?
"how,"

The mysterious man seemed to see Duan Lang's disbelief, "Don't you believe it?"

"Even if it's your father, there is no obstacle for him to practice my technique!"

"A few days ago, I just passed on the skills to..."

As if realizing that he had let the cat out of the bag, the mysterious voice suddenly stopped.

How smart is Duan Lang?

He immediately understood the unfinished words of the mysterious voice: His father had also switched to practicing this technique? And he did so without any obstacles.

And this mysterious senior seemed to have met his father not long ago.

However, before he could ask, the mysterious voice rang in his mind again.
"Okay, I won't talk to you any more!"

"Anyway, remember this: don't tell anyone that you've met me!"

"Otherwise, there will be unexpected disasters!"

"The Tianxia Association is not as simple as you think!"

"I'm leaving now!"

"Senior? Senior~Senior!"

Duan Lang shouted a few times, but heard no response at all. He knew in his heart that the mysterious man was really gone.

He felt a little lost in his heart, but when he learned that his father was not dead, but had something important to do.

He seemed to be much more confident.

After all, Nanlin Sword Master is also a hero in the world.

As long as Duan Shuai is not dead, how could he not have confidence as the son of Nanlin Sword Master?
What's more, he saw another peerless existence today.

That miraculous method of imparting skills can even seal the memories in the mind.

Even though he was the son of a powerful martial arts family, this was unheard of.

The most important thing is that he also heard that the extremely mysterious senior seemed to have taught his father the martial arts.

Duan Lang knew very well how arrogant his father was.

If one can give up the family martial arts and instead practice the martial arts taught by others, then you will know how powerful that extremely mysterious existence is.

Only when he becomes so powerful that it drives Duan Shuai to despair will he switch to another sect.

And now, he has received the martial arts instruction from that extremely mysterious being. Doesn't that mean that he has also entered the doorstep of that mysterious being?
This meant that Duan Lang suddenly had an extremely powerful backer.

Duan Lang regained his confidence, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and went to the place where the disciples of Tianxiahui were resting.

However, after teaching Duan Lang the martial arts, Zhang Chu left immediately. Naturally, he had no idea that Duan Lang would have such an idea.

If you knew, you would definitely sigh: invisible imagination is the most deadly!
(End of this chapter)