Chapter 569

"No, Bingbing, if you really treat me as a friend, you must tell me something, otherwise, you just don't treat me as a friend." Bai Yutong was very important in this matter. He didn't listen to what he said. He had to listen to it.

"Yu Tong..."

Han Bingbing has a headache. She really doesn't want to involve Bai Yutong. Don't tell Bai Yutong, is the real friend should do.

However, she could not find words to refute Bai Yutong at this time.

"It's OK. Just say it."

Liu Lang laughs, interrupts Han Bingbing's words and says.

"But..."

Han Bingbing is still very hesitant, Xiumei frowns.

"Do you think that with your relationship with Yu Tong, even if you say she doesn't know anything, do you think other people will believe it?"

Liu Lang said, "I can tell you that if one day, Yutong falls into the hands of those who have a bad heart, he will surely be tortured. Even if he fails to say what he wants to know, even if he dies, it is inevitable. But on the contrary, if she knows, maybe she can tell the secret and save her life. What do you think? "

"This..."

It has to be said that Liu Lang's remarks are really reasonable. After listening to them, Han Bingbing can't refute them. He feels vaguely that he is right, so he should do so and tell Bai Yutong all these things. I don't even know why I suffer when I get it.

"Well, I'll tell you."

Han Bingbing finally compromised and decided to explain everything in front of Bai Yutong.

"Yes

Hearing the speech, Bai Yutong made a gesture of victory in a childish way, with a smile on his face, as if he had come back from a victory.

"Let's go."

Liu Lang raised his hand, indicating that Han Bingbing could go on.

"Well."

Han Bingbing nodded, and then he told the story: "if you want to talk about it, you have to go back to the 1930s..."

It turns out that Han Bingbing's grandfather, who was and is now the head of China, once met a monk.

But Han Bingbing's grandfather has no talent for practice, and only the chief has got the true biography.

However, meeting is fate. Although Han Bingbing's grandfather has no way to practice, he also got a wooden box from the monk.

It's the one on the tea table at this time.

This wooden box contains mystery. When it is opened, it can inhibit the cultivation of the practitioners below the Qi refining period. However, the only way to open it is known to the master who taught them the cultivation except Han Bingbing's grandfather.

Now Han Bingbing's grandfather has gone, and the monk can't find his trace.

As a result, no one can open the wooden box now, and it becomes a decoration.

However, this does not affect the hearts of those who have bad intentions to covet it.

"It's strange, since the things inside can inhibit the cultivation of the practitioners below the Qi refining period, why do I have the impulse to open it?" After listening to Han Bingbing's words, Liu Lang frowned slightly.

"Also, if the things in this wooden box can really restrain cultivation, then there should be two groups of people who want to rob it."

"First, ordinary people who have never practiced. Although today's technology is very developed, ordinary practitioners are far from the opponents of ordinary people holding hot weapons. But also more than seven levels of gas refining practitioners, this kind of person can make you defenseless, sometimes even how to die do not know. As long as you have it, you can rest easy. "

"Second, practitioners who want to attack ordinary people. As long as you control this object, you can walk freely in the secular world even if you don't use it. "

"Yes, it is."

Han Bingbing said: "so we have to face a lot of enemies. We don't even know what forces we have."

"What's your father's attitude?"

Liu Lang asked.

"He didn't know about it."

Han Bingbing shook his head.

"I don't know?"

Liu Lang's eyes flicked, "your grandfather didn't tell your father about such an important thing, but told you? He's so old that he thinks you can protect this wooden box? "

"Don't insult my grandfather!"

Han Bingbing glared at him angrily, "the reason why my grandfather didn't tell my dad is also his reason. It's because my grandfather's eyes are fierce. He sees that his own son is a jackal, not a tiger or a leopard. He knows that if this thing falls into my father's hands, it will be used by some people, breaking the balance between practitioners and human beings. But then again, do practitioners really exist? ""... you don't even know whether the practitioners really exist, so you believe your grandfather's words?" The corner of Liu Lang's mouth lashed out fiercely, and he said.

He even make complaints about Han Bingbing's remarks make complaints about the last sentence turn out to be ineffective.

"Yes, why not? Grandfather won't cheat me. " Han Bingbing said.

"Well, I don't know what to say about you. However, if you want to see what a cultivator is like, I can open your eyes. " Liu Lang said.

"Do you know the practitioner?"

When Han Bingbing heard the speech, his interest suddenly came up, and he said excitedly: "is the cultivator like the one in the TV play, that plants, bamboo and stones can be used as swords, and flying flowers and picking leaves can hurt people?"

"You are talking about martial arts, not practitioners. However, what the martial arts can do, the practitioners can also do, and it is easier. " Liu Lang said.

When he said this, he was slightly stunned.

By the way, the things in this wooden box can restrain the accomplishments of the practitioners. What about the martial arts?

If you can't restrain the power of the warrior, once this thing is taken by the warrior, won't all the masters below the level of Qi refining in the cultivation world have to be crushed?

You know, in this earth with rare aura, few practitioners have exceeded the period of Qi refining.

"I don't care about martial arts or practitioners. Do you know anyone?" Han Bingbing doesn't understand these, and she doesn't care about them. She just wants to meet the so-called cultivator and prove that what her grandfather said is true or false.

Although she has always believed in her grandfather, her heart has not wavered.

After all, her grandfather talked about the cultivator so mysteriously that she yearned for cultivation for many years, but finally she didn't see a cultivator, which made her slowly return to reality from fantasy.

At this time, Liu Lang even said that he could open her eyes. Can he really see the practitioners he has been dreaming of for so many years