Chapter 277 Questioning (Subscription Request)

Fu Youlong, stepping on the bloody ground, slowly approached the old man and said:
"My Lord Father-in-law, I came here today only to ask for the Gengjin Sword Qi that His Majesty would reward you with. If you give it to me, I will spare your life."

When the old man heard that the other party wanted the sword technique, there was a hint of hesitation in his eyes, but he quickly rolled his eyes up and down to show his agreement.

If you lose your inferior martial arts, you will be sent to prison.

Not to mention the "Gengjin Sword Technique" bestowed by Your Majesty.

But at this moment his life was in the hands of the other party, and he also knew that the other party might really only want the sword skills, and as long as he cooperated, the other party might not necessarily want his life.

So, after a little hesitation, I agreed immediately.

Fu Youlong lifted up the old man with one hand, looked into his eyes and said:
"Where is the Gengjin Sword Technique? Take me there."

The old man's cloudy eyes looked at an ancient painting in the room.

Fu Youlong carried the old man and walked behind the ancient painting.

The Youlong Sword made a "swish" sound and opened the ancient painting.

Paper scraps flew everywhere, revealing a slate inside that was clearly a different color from the others.

The Dragon Sword was inserted into the gap between the stone slabs.

The slabs flew open.

A blue thread-bound volume, stained with dust, lay in the gap behind the stone slab.

Fu Youlong's face lit up with joy.

He took the old man's head and stuffed it into the stone pit, then bumped it up and down a few times.

He bumped the old man's head several times, leaving bumps on it. After making sure there was no trap, he threw the old man aside.

He grabbed the blue-bound book and patted it a few times to shake off the dust.

Look at the four clear big words "Gengjin Sword Qi" above.

Fu Youlong was so excited that he started flipping through the book on the spot.

He flipped through the secret book at a glance, as if he had the ability to remember everything he saw. In just half a cup of tea, he had finished reading the book "Genjin Sword Qi".

However, the excitement on his face gradually faded, and he looked at the old man who had fallen to the side with a ferocious look:

“My Lord, as the father of the Emperor Xia’s beloved Concubine Yu, how could you possibly only have this one superior martial art that can only be cultivated to the top level of a Grandmaster?

If you want to stay alive, I advise you to quickly hand over the secret strategy that can help you cultivate to a level higher than that of a Grandmaster. "

The old man, the father-in-law, looked at the other party's increasingly ferocious face, his eyes swaying left and right as he looked at the book "Gengjin Sword Qi", indicating that he only had this martial arts book and there was no higher one.

In fact, that's exactly what happened.

Although he was the father-in-law of the emperor and a member of the royal family, he was not a true royal family member.

Only those with royal blood can access martial arts above the grandmaster level.

Others, even royal relatives, would only receive fragments of the top-level martial arts.

It is absolutely impossible to reach the level above Grand Master.

No one can get it, including Yu Fei.

Therefore, this book "Gengjin Sword Art" is the best one he owns.

Fu Youlong's face had become extremely ferocious at this time, and he said grimly:

"It seems that the father-in-law really wants to see Fu's skills. Well, I will let him get what he wants!!

So that the adults can have a clearer memory, and maybe even write the secret book with blood. "

When the old man heard Fu Youlong's sinister words, his eyes kept shaking, indicating that he really didn't know.

Fu Youlong's thin face was as ferocious as a ghost. He stabbed a long dragon sword straight into the father-in-law's face. After the tip of the sword penetrated a little, he suddenly pulled it down.

Blood splattered out and stained the old man's rolling eyeballs.

The old man, the father-in-law, had a warm red color in front of his eyes.

His eyes were completely filled with fear. Even though his acupuncture points were pressed, his whole body was shaking violently due to extreme fear.

Fu Youlong stabbed the tip of his sword into the other side of the old man's cheek and said grimly:

"My Lord Father-in-law, have you remembered it?"

The father-in-law looked at the shiny sword that pierced his face, his face shaking like a sieve, and blood flowed from the point where the sword tip pierced his face.

He was so scared that his throat rolled and made a slight "woooo" sound.

His eyeballs continued to shake left and right until the sword flashed across his face, and he felt as if his face was split in two.

Burning pain and boundless fear occupied his heart, and he suddenly rolled his eyes up and down, as if he wanted to say something.

Fu Youlong showed joy and tapped several major acupoints on the opponent's body with his fingers.

The old man's right arm can already move slowly.

The old man stretched out his hand tremblingly, touched the burning spot on his face, and slowly wrote a few words in blood:
"Please spare my life! Lord Fu! I really don't have any more advanced martial arts!!!"

Fu Youlong's face turned cold again, and he smiled sinisterly:

"It seems that my methods are not enough to make you, old man, remember anything."

After saying that, he slashed the opponent's body with the Youlong Sword a few times.

It cut several bloody lines on his shoulders and chest, connecting to his gorgeous clothes.

Blood spread from the bloodline, dyeing the silk clothes red.

As soon as the old man raised his hand to block, he had several wounds on his body.

His acupoints were sealed and he couldn't use his internal energy.

His hands could only move slowly and he was unable to stop the other party from torturing him.

The hand that could barely move touched the shoulder and chest tremblingly, pressed on the wound, and the hand was covered with blood.

Under the other party's gaze, he trembled and wrote a few key points on the ground with his bloody fingers.

However, before he finished writing, he felt a pain in his legs.

Something was gushing out of his thigh like crazy, causing his hand, which was still writing blood words, to tremble, and the words were written crookedly.

A cold voice came from above:
"My Lord, do you think that I am so stupid that I cannot see that what you wrote are just low-level formulas?"

Fu Youlong is a martial arts fanatic.

He also acquired most of the martial arts from the Zhenwu Division's arsenal and studied them for three years.

Although he only learned one or two martial arts, he still memorized the other martial arts and was very familiar with their methods.

What the other party wrote was just a very basic and inferior martial arts move, yet he dared to fool him here.

He directly hit the opponent's thigh with two swords.

The old man, the father-in-law of the country, made a "woohoo" sound in his throat, his body trembling, and he supported himself on the ground with his hands. He found another open space and wrote words in blood again with his blood.

This time, when he had written nearly a hundred words, Fu Youlong's sword scratched his body several times like tearing cloth.

"You changed most of the "Genjin Sword Qi" and you think you can fool me?"

The old man, the father-in-law, rolled around in the room several times on his hands in so much pain that the hundreds of words became blurred.

Blood and tears were pouring out of his eyes.

He really didn't have any more advanced sword techniques, and the martial arts he had learned had long been abandoned, so it was difficult for him to compile what he remembered.

Even if I managed to remember it and make some changes, I would not be able to get away with it.

His body was getting colder and colder, which made him more and more frightened.

Under the pressure of the opponent's sword, he scribbled on the ground in an attempt to get away with it.

But he hadn't written a few words when the sword hit him again, and the pain was so severe that he couldn't move and started coughing up blood.

(End of this chapter)