The Days When I Lived with My Cousin

  Chapter 2170 Tenglong Wuguan

   Li Han, who had been spotted at the sleeping point, was still asleep. Ling Feng lay on the bed and began his routine practice.

  The effect of training is much faster than simply sleeping to restore energy and energy. After an hour, Ling Feng has eliminated the fatigue of the day.

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

  Not long after, the conductor found that Li Han was still asleep, and had to wake him up. Fortunately, the effect of the sleeping acupoint had disappeared, otherwise the conductor would really not wake him up. Unfortunately, this is the terminal station, otherwise Li Hantie would have sat there.

   Li Han rubbed his eyes with sleepy eyes, and suddenly woke up, "Where is the person on the other side?"

   "I got off the car."

  The conductor finished speaking, shook his head and looked at the cans all over the floor.

   "It's really a drinking mistake, how come I slept so badly." Li Han beat the bed annoyedly.

   Then he hurriedly got up, packed his luggage, and was about to run outside, when he suddenly saw a sharp gap on the opposite bed.

  This gap aroused Li Han's vigilance. With his eyesight, he could tell at a glance that the gap was brand new.

   "Comrade, did anything weird 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 arrived in the capital safely. You, the policeman, still hope that something like this happens?"

  Li Han was still wearing a uniform at this time, and shook his head sternly.

  Li Han hurriedly pulled his luggage and walked outside. People coming and going from outside the train station, where can I find traces of Ling Feng.

  "Forget it, this time the mission failed. Go to the city bureau first to see if you can find the other party through the ID information."

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

  Ling Feng was sitting in the taxi at this time, eagerly driving towards the martial arts stronghold in the capital.

  "Sir, the martial arts hall you are talking about, most people really don’t know the place. I didn’t say that there is no place I don’t know about in Beijing. Look at the old Bada Hutongs and the Beijing Suburb Embassy..."

I’ve heard that the brother in Beijing is very eloquent. Ling Feng got in a taxi and started to talk about everything about Beijing, from geography to humanities, to national policies, and finally Speaking of celebrity gossip, the whole is a know-how, and there is nothing he doesn't know about putting the Buddha.

  Ling Feng just had a word with him without a sentence, which actually promoted his conversation. After all, there are few such loyal listeners.

   "By the way, sir, depending on your age, didn't you come from a field to help punch?" The brother said intently, and suddenly asked such a question.

  "Help punch, what help punch?"

  Ling Feng asked casually, not thinking about it at all.

"It's the Tenglong martial arts gym where you went. I don't know who has offended the martial arts club recently. Some people come to kick the gym every day, but they are all foreigners. What kind of taekwondo in the country of sticks, judo in the country of the sun, and Muay Thai in the country of Yin and Yang. The people at the Tenglong Wuguan were suffering. They repelled one wave after another. Many disciples were injured. Many young people went to the Tenglong Wuguan to sign up instead, sir, that group. The foreigners are too cruel. If you help with the punch, be careful."

  'S brother quickly told Ling Feng what he had heard from him, and finally he did not forget to exhort him.

   "Oh? I just went to my relatives, not to help."

  Ling Feng smiled disapprovingly and challenged Tenglong Wuguan? This is simply a joke. After all, this is also the stronghold of the ancient martial artist's hermit sect. How can ordinary people in the world be able to challenge it?

  The taxi drove for about half an hour, and then it came to the door of Tenglong Wuguan.

  There were two or three black cars parked in front of the door, and there were more than a dozen other luxury cars. The originally spacious parking lot seemed a little crowded.

  'S brother saw that things were not right, and after collecting the fare, he disappeared in a hurry.

  In the martial arts hall, there is a faint voice of people.

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

  The scene in the field made him slightly stunned.

  I saw about seventy or eighty people standing upside down on the wide martial arts field. These clothes were not native to the country. They lay on the ground and wailed, but there was no blood on the ground.

  Ling Feng could tell at a glance that these people suffered internal injuries and needed at least a year and a half of recuperation.

  In the center of the hall of the martial arts training ground, sitting an old man with a yin-faced face, standing beside him in short clothes, there were about five or six people standing. Beside him, there were about 30 disciples in martial arts costumes, and the leader was an old man who was fifty years away, talking to the old man in a low voice with anger.

  As soon as Ling Feng walked in, everyone's gaze fell on him.

  "Ling Feng is the one here?"

  The old man with Yinjiu's face asked loudly, looking at him with an unkind expression.

  Ling Feng’s heart was wary. He felt a powerful threat in these people. Upon closer inspection, the old man’s face was 70% similar to Yuan Yang Muqing, and he knew it in his heart.

   "Yes, it's a junior!"

  Ling Feng reported his fist and said loudly, his expressions were extremely calm, without the slightest fear.

"Well, it turns out that the hero was born as a teenager. Xiaole, clear the scene, throw out the messy people, we don't need to let others hear." The old man with a dark face fixedly looked at Ling Feng for a while, and gave a dry laugh. He gave a light command to a person around him.

  A lean disciple beside him immediately bowed to take his orders, and walked to the injured people who fell on the ground with a smile.

  One hand, these messy people from other countries were thrown out of the courtyard wall like clouds and fog. The courtyard wall is more than three meters high. It can be seen that this thin disciple has considerable strength.

  Ling Feng’s face remained unchanged, and he could do the same thing. But when the sound of those people landing, Ling Feng's face finally became a little serious.

  The sound of their landing is almost inaudible, which shows that this disciple named Xiaole has reached the realm of control over the fighting spirit. In other words, the same strength and the realm of subtlety can exert better power.

  Xiao Le moved very quickly, and in a blink of an eye he threw these people clean, and then walked towards the disciples in the martial arts gym. Obviously in his opinion, the messy people also include these martial arts disciples.

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