Super Monk

"Lingbao conference? What's that? " Zhao Fugui was stunned. He had never heard of such a meeting, and asked again.

"It's the place where the real martial artists trade some treasures and medicinal materials. It's called Lingbao conference. This Lingbao conference is held twice a year, once in the first half of the year and once in the second half of the year. Each time it's not in the same place, so it's convenient for the local martial artists to trade!" Cao man explained.

"When and where will the next Lingbao conference be held?" On second thought, Zhao Fugui decided to attend the Lingbao meeting. Maybe he could find the natural resources and local treasures needed to break the border.

Many ordinary people can't go there. They can go to places where people rarely visit, such as large-scale virgin forest, no man's land in Beidi ice field, places that are very dangerous to ordinary people, and so on. Although the development of modern society is very fast, there are still many such places.

In these places where few people have set foot, there are still a lot of natural resources and local treasures, many of which are obtained by people in the real martial arts circle. However, these martial arts people do not necessarily need these things, so they exchange them for what they need, such as spirit stones, magic weapons, martial arts scripts and special weapons.

"The Lingbao meeting in the second half of the year seems to have started. It's just these two days. Generally, the Lingbao meeting lasts for a week. If you go there in these two days, you should be able to catch up with it!" Cao man said, "I remember that the Lingbao meeting was held near Zhongzhou, like Linjiang city."

"Linjiang city? I'll go and have a look tomorrow! " Zhao Fugui knows Linjiang city. Linjiang city is a mountain city, more than 200 kilometers away from the provincial capital. Because there are many mountains and hills, there is no airport. If you want to go there, you can either drive by bus or by train, but you can't go there by plane.

But fortunately, it's only about 200 kilometers away. Even if you don't drive, it's only three or four hours' drive by train and bus, which won't delay you.

Zhao Fugui hung up the phone and began to practice. The stronger he tempered his body in the bone refining environment, the easier it was to break the environment.

Early the next morning, Zhao Fugui was ready to go directly to linshuicheng to have a look, but before Zhao Fugui left, Li Zhaoji called him.

"Shifu, the people from the central China martial arts association are here again. This time they are some Shifu. They want to invite our Jingwu guild hall to join the central China martial arts festival. I want to talk with you!" Li Zhaoji said.

"Martial arts festival?" Zhao Fugui frowned. A group of fake biographers dare to say so much. They are not afraid of being laughed at. "I don't have time today. You ask them to come back in a few days!"

"Shifu, they say that Jingwu guild hall is very famous recently. If you don't have the courage to participate, you won't be allowed to go to Jingwu guild hall if there is any grand martial arts event in Central China in the future!" After a pause of a few seconds, Li Zhaoji said angrily. I'm afraid the people over there don't speak very well.

"Now I'm going to Longzhong for a snack. After that, I'm going to Linjiang city. You tell them to talk to me if they want to! " Zhao Fugui light said, and then a little wash, from the rental house out, ready to eat.

There is a Longzhong snack bar outside the community where Zhao Fugui lives. It's a small shop with two facades. Although the shop is small, the snacks are very good. The owner can make authentic Xiangzhou people's snacks, especially crystal bags and sesame oil noodles. Zhao Fugui occasionally goes there to eat.

"Boss Zhao, you are here. Please have a seat! Qingqing, wipe the table quickly The owner of Longzhong snacks saw Zhao Fugui go over and said while he was busy making noodles.

A 15-year-old girl with a bag on her back came and quickly wiped the table in front of Zhao Fugui. There was a trace of sweat on her red face. She was obviously busy all morning.

"Brother Zhao, would you like to sit down and have something to eat?" The little girl was a little nervous and said to Zhao Fugui that Zhao Fugui was only in his twenties. He was not a few years older than the little girl. Although he was a little bit dark, he was very good-looking. In addition to his more and more extraordinary momentum, I'm afraid he began to attract some little girls.

"As usual, you don't have class today?" Zhao Fugui asked casually. The little girl's name is Tu Qingqing. She went to senior one of No.1 Middle School in the provincial capital and got very good grades.

"Now the city does not allow make-up classes, today Saturday, we have two days off!" The little girl quickly brought Zhao Fugui a crystal bag and sesame oil noodles, and beat a bowl of soybean milk. Looking at the time, she quickly said to the shop owner, "Dad, I'm going to pick up my classmates. Today, I made an appointment with her to go to grandma's home for sketching!"

"Your grandmother's house is so far away, why do you run around like a little girl?" The shop owner said while busy.

"It's OK, Dad. We'll take the bus directly. Now it's daylight. As long as we don't get off at random, we'll be OK. I'm leaving!" After finishing, Tu Qing took his own green bag in a hurry.

"Where are they going? Now the law and order is not very good, the little girl had better not run about Zhao Fugui took a few mouthfuls of noodles and asked casually when he saw that the shop owner was not so busy.

"I'm going to my grandmother's house. Her grandmother lives in Linjiang city. Today's children are more and more difficult to manage. Qingqing is still obedient. She started to learn painting this year. The scenery in Linjiang city is good. She occasionally goes there with her classmates. She has been there many times. It should be OK! " The shop owner wiped the sweat on his face with a towel on his shoulder.At this time, several men in their twenties, thirties and thirties came up with fierce faces.

"What would you like to eat?" The shopkeeper quickly welcomed him and asked.

"Who is eating in your poor place, go away!" A man in his twenties with his hair erect pushed the shopkeeper away and cheered.

The shop owner was just an honest businessman, and he didn't dare to ask any more questions. He quickly stepped aside and watched these people walk to Zhao Fugui. Zhao Fugui bowed his head to eat noodles, but didn't look at these people at all.

"Are you Zhao Fugui?" The muscular man in his twenties yelled as soon as he patted the table. Seeing that Zhao Fugui ignored him, the guy's face changed and he reached out to knock off Zhao Fugui's bowl. "Didn't you hear me talking to you?"

Zhao Fugui flicked his hand and finger on the young man's arm. The young man turned pale and stepped back two steps. There was a cold sweat on his forehead. He was played by Zhao Fugui at will, just like he was severely shocked.

The other people's faces suddenly changed. The young man was a master of Muay Thai in the provincial capital. He opened a Muay Thai school with hundreds of disciples. He didn't expect that he would be so useless in front of Zhao Fugui.

"Chen Gang, how did you talk to master Zhao?" A man in his thirties suddenly said with a smile, "master Zhao, it's reasonable. I'm Ma Zhijing from Sanda hall in the provincial capital!"