Chapter 2170

Li Han, who was hit by the sleeping point, was still sleeping. Ling Feng lay in bed and began his routine cultivation.

The effect of cultivation is far more rapid than simply sleeping. An hour later, Ling Feng has eliminated the fatigue of the day.

With a long whistle, the train drove into the station in the capital. Ling Feng put his luggage in the storage bag, took a look at Li Han who was still sleeping, laughed and strode towards the outside of the station.

Not long later, the conductor found that Li Han was still sleeping and had to wake him up. Fortunately, the effect of sleeping hole had disappeared, otherwise the conductor could not wake him up. Thanks to the fact that this is the terminal station, otherwise Li Han would have passed the station.

Bleary eyed, Li Han rubbed his eyes and suddenly woke up: "where's the person opposite?"

"I've got off."

The conductor said, shaking his head and looking at the cans all over the ground.

"It's really a mistake to drink. How can I sleep so dead." Li Han beat out of bed.

Then he got up in a hurry, packed up his luggage and was about to run outside. Suddenly, he saw a sharp gap in the opposite bed.

The gap aroused Li Han's vigilance. With his eyesight, he saw that the gap was brand-new.

"Comrade, did anything strange happen last night? For example, what happened in the middle of the night?"

The conductor looked so bad that he glanced at Li Han and said angrily, "no, I have arrived in the capital safely. Do you want this to happen?"

Li Han was still wearing a uniform and shook his head.

Li Han hurried to the outside with his luggage. People came and went outside the railway station. Where can he find the trace of Ling Feng.

"Forget it, this mission failed. Go to the Municipal Bureau first to see if you can find each other through the information of your ID card."

In the capital, all hotel accommodation needs to scan ID cards, so that people can know their whereabouts invisibly. Li Han also made this idea.

Ling Feng was sitting in a taxi and drove leisurely towards the sect's stronghold in the capital.

"Sir, most people really don't know the place of the martial arts school you mentioned. I didn't say that there is no place I don't know in the capital. Look at the eight hutongs and the Embassy in the suburbs of Beijing..."

I've heard that the taxi brother in the capital is very talkative. When Ling Feng got into a taxi, he began to talk about everything in the capital, from the geographical features, to the cultural customs, to the national policies. Finally, he talked about the gossip of stars. It's a know it all. There's nothing he doesn't know about Buddha.

Ling Feng just talked to him one sentence at a time, which promoted his conversation. After all, there are few loyal listeners.

"By the way, sir, you are not old enough to come from other places to help boxing?" the brother said, suddenly asked such a question.

"Help fist, what help fist?"

Ling Feng asked casually and didn't take it to heart at all.

"It's the Tenglong martial arts school you went to. I don't know who you offended recently. People come to the martial arts school every day, but they are all foreigners. What's Taekwondo in Bangzi country, judo in sun country, Muay Thai in Yin and Yang country? In a word, it's quite annoying. The people of Tenglong martial arts school have suffered. They fought back one wave after another, many disciples have been injured, and many young people have been hurt Go to Tenglong martial arts school to sign up, sir. Those foreigners are too cruel. If you go to help boxing, you should be careful. "

The taxi brother quickly told Ling Feng what he heard, and finally didn't forget to give an advice.

"Oh? I just go to relatives, not help boxing."

Ling Feng smiled disapprovingly and challenged Tenglong martial arts school? This is just a joke. Anyway, this is also the stronghold of the ancient martial arts hermit sect. Can some ordinary people in the world challenge it?

After driving for about half an hour, the taxi came to the door of Tenglong martial arts school.

There are two or three black cars parked in front of the door, as well as other luxury cars. There are more than a dozen. The originally spacious parking lot seems a little crowded.

As soon as the taxi brother saw that something was wrong, he collected the fare and disappeared.

There was a faint uproar in the martial arts school.

The gate was hidden. Ling Feng didn't knock, so he pushed the door in directly.

The scene in the field stunned him slightly.

I saw about 70 or 80 people lying upside down on the wide martial arts training ground. These clothes are not native at first sight. They lay on the ground and kept wailing, but there was no blood on the ground.

Ling Feng can see that these people have suffered internal injuries and need to rest for at least a year and a half.

In the middle of the hall of the martial arts training ground, there was an old man with a Yin dove face. Around him, there were about five or six people standing in short clothes. Beside him, there were about thirty disciples in martial arts school costumes. The leader was an old man over 50. He was talking to the old man in a low voice.

As soon as Ling Fenggang came in, everyone's eyes fell on him.

"Is this Ling Feng?"

The old man with Yin dove's face asked loudly, looking at him with a bad look.

Ling Feng's heart was alert. He felt a strong threat on these people. When he looked carefully, the old man's face was 70% similar to Yuanyang MuQing. He knew it in his heart.

"Yes, it's the younger generation!"

Ling Feng gave a punch and said in a loud voice. He looked very calm without the slightest fear.

"Well, it's really a hero coming out of youth. Xiaole, clean up the scene and throw out the mess. We don't need to be heard." the old man with Yin dove's face looked at Ling Feng for a while and smiled. Then he gave a faint command to a person around him.

A thin disciple beside him immediately bowed down to take orders and walked to those who fell to the ground and were injured with a smile.

One by one, these messy people from other countries were thrown out of the courtyard wall, which is more than three meters high. It can be seen that this thin disciple has great strength.

Ling Feng's face is unchanged. He can do the same thing. But when the voice of those people landing came, Ling Feng's face was finally dignified.

The sound of their landing is almost inaudible, which shows that the disciple called Xiaole has reached the micro level of control over the war Qi. In other words, with the same strength, the micro level can give better play to his strength.

Xiaole quickly threw these people away, and then went to the disciples of the martial arts school. Obviously, in his opinion, the messy people also include the disciples of these martial arts schools

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