"Are they these black dots on the piece of paper?" Ding Fan asked quickly.
Leng Ling'er thought carefully for a moment and finally made up her mind.
"Yes, if you read what is written above, you will win."
"I guess Taoist Master Dong Lin doesn't know what the word is, so there is no standard answer at all." Ding Fan said.
"That's right, but after that riddle, no one in the spiritual world wanted to talk to him." Leng Ling'er curled her lips and said, "But judging from his actions today, there should be a mystery in this word. He wants to use you to
Cracked.”
I think it's the same thing, but the key point is that Brother Fan can't understand it now, so let's forget it for now! Ding Fan threw the piece of paper aside and took out another piece of paper, which was the lightning protection skill that he copied by himself.
"Haha, is there really such a skill?"
Leng Ling'er was very happy. She and Ding Fan were now like one body. If Ding Fan was struck by lightning, she would also be affected, so she needed lightning protection skills.
"My master's original creation." Ding Fan was very proud.
"The old Shenxuan Taoist has a lot of skills, and he can even create his own exercises." Leng Ling'er praised, and then cautiously reminded: "It would be too rash for your master to give you exercises that have not been extensively verified. Be careful when practicing.
Point, don't go astray."
Ding Fan frowned. This is trying to sow discord between master and disciple! Master has always been prudent in doing things and would never joke with the lives of his disciples. "Don't worry, it must be based on the basic skills of Daoxuan Sect. My master is very careful in doing things.
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Leng Ling'er checked this technique and found no loopholes. The content was not complicated. It focused on a few special acupoints to enhance the sensitivity to thunder and lightning. It was a quick-fix technique.
"Well, it seems superficial." Leng Ling'er said boldly!
After taking the Qi-Building Pill, Ding Fan sat cross-legged on the bed, concentrated his mind, and began to practice lightning protection skills.
Before he knew it, an hour had passed, and Ding Fan had basically mastered the essentials of the technique. He believed that it would not take long to effectively avoid the sudden disaster of thunder.
After calming down for a moment, Ding Fan opened the safe again and took out a piece of Yuehua silk.
Practicing the spiritual illusion skill was the key point. Leng Ling'er was extremely satisfied with Ding Fan's diligent performance and did not bother him. He floated back to his room and pretended to sleep.
Holding the moonlight silk in his hand, Ding Fan quietly felt the breath on it. Until about two o'clock in the middle of the night, he didn't collect even a trace of the moonlight's power.
When it was time to rest, Ding Fan simply wrapped the Yuehua silk around his wrist, rubbed some Qiming ointment under his eyelids, yawned, and fell asleep on his side.
Wu Yahuan got up early in the morning, tidied up, and deliberately wore a small suit. She and Ding Fan were going to pick up Borit, a tycoon in the fashion industry.
Ding Fan had no objection to this. Driving alone on the road was quite boring, and he didn't feel that time passed slowly while chatting.
Wu Yahuan checked a lot of information about Borit, including his height, appearance, hobbies, and even his zodiac sign, blood type, etc. He seemed to have a talent for languages, was proficient in up to five languages, and was also a senior fashion designer.
It is no coincidence that Borit is able to sit in the position of president of a large group. He has a forward-looking vision and can always accurately predict fashion trends.
Another point is that Borit values love. He and his wife are college classmates. They have a son after getting married. There have never been any cheating scandals.
There are not many good men who are successful and dedicated. Wu Yahuan was full of appreciation for Borit and talked about it enthusiastically.
Ding Fan's casual handling of the situation didn't sit well with him. In his opinion, as long as he stayed with this foreigner with weird quirks for the past few days and was able to communicate with Kylena, that would be enough.
"I thought Borit was a Leo, but it turned out to be a Libra!" Wu Yahuan said.
"Are all foreigners' birthdays and horoscopes posted online?" Ding Fan asked.
"They don't care about horoscopes or anything like that, but they also care about the privacy of age. But celebrities are different, they will always be found out."
"Sister Huan's investigation is so thorough, it feels like going on a blind date."
"No! I don't want to study and research so that I can help you in the future!" Wu Yahuan said angrily. He landed a few punches, but they didn't hurt at all.
At 8:30 in the morning, Borit's special plane landed at Jingyang Airport, and two cars drove down from it, with Brady Yunlong in the front and a modified black Hummer behind.
The special passage to the airport opened, and Ding Fan saw two luxury cars driving out. He was very happy. Rich people are just like this. They are almost the same as Brother Fan's standard equipment!
"Sister Huan, compared to the one I have, this Brady looks better, but not as strong as my one," Ding Fan commented.
Wu Yahuan rolled his eyes and said objectively: "Brady's cars are quite expensive, but yours is more expensive because it is a collection of out-of-print cars."
"Hehe, I finally found some confidence." Ding Fan said with a smile.
"That modified Hummer, a formula racing car, is probably ten times more expensive than this car." The modified Wrangler next to Wu Yahuan felt very shabby for a moment, and secretly complained about Ding Fan. Bai Yifei would drive a Bra when something happened.
Di Feilong, he doesn't care about face at all when he has something to do.
Two luxury cars parked not far away, and five people got out of them. In front of them was a man in a straight suit, in his early forties, wearing a light gray casual suit, tall and thin, with a melancholic temperament. He was Borit
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The four men behind are all dressed as bodyguards, with black sunglasses and black vests. They are tall and have different skin colors, black, white, brown and yellow.
Such an eye-catching appearance immediately attracted a lot of curious eyes. As Borit walked over, Ding Fan also became the focus of attention.
Ding Fan straightened his chest and waved: "Hi, Mr. Borit!"
"Are you Mr. Ding Fan?" Borit asked with a smile, his Chinese pronunciation was very pure.
"Exactly, I hope Mr. Borit can leave happy memories in Jingyang."
"I would like to ask, what is your relationship with Kylena?"
"On the surface it's cooperation, but she treats me like a younger brother."
"Oh, she does have a very special vision." Borit nodded thoughtfully.
"This is Miss Wu Yahuan."
"Hello, Miss Wu!"
Borit shook hands politely. Ding Fan looked back and was shocked. Wu Yahuan, who had always had long eyes and a head, was so excited that he lost the ability to speak and just shook hands dumbly.
The distance between the two was quite close. Ding Fan took out his mobile phone and took no less than ten photos together. Wu Yahuan was so excited that he had to go back and pick a nice souvenir.
The faces of the four bodyguards darkened, and they all took a big step forward. How could they come up and take pictures without permission? But Borit did not object and raised his hand, and the bodyguards stopped moving forward.
At this moment, a very ordinary car drove over and parked next to it. A middle-aged man with the same melancholy temperament got out, it was Ling Zifeng.
Ding Fan couldn't help but be stunned, wondering why Ling Zifeng was here?