Chapter 2170 Tenglong Martial Arts Hall

Li Han, who was touched by the sleepy hole, was still sleeping soundly. Ling Feng lay on the bed and began his routine practice.

The effect of cultivation is much faster than simply sleeping. After an hour, Ling Feng has eliminated the fatigue of the whole day.

The train drove into the capital's station with a long whistle. Ling Feng put his luggage into the storage bag, looked at Li Han who was still sleeping, laughed, and walked out of the station with big strides.

Not long after, the conductor realized that Li Han was still sleeping, so he had to wake him up. Fortunately, the effect of the sleeping acupoint had disappeared, otherwise the conductor would not be able to wake him up. It was also a blessing that this was the terminal station, otherwise Li Han would have been on the station.

Li Han rubbed his eyes sleepily and suddenly woke up: "Where is the person opposite?"

"I've gotten off the bus."

After the conductor said that, he shook his head and looked at the cans all over the floor.

"It's really a mistake to drink. Why did I sleep so hard?" Li Han pounded the bed in annoyance.

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

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 strange happened last night? For example, what happened in the first half of the night?"

The conductor looked so bad that he looked at Li Han and said angrily: "No, I have arrived in the capital safely. Do you, the policeman, still hope that something like this will happen?"

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

Li Han hurriedly pulled his luggage outside. People came and went out of the train station, but there could be no trace of Ling Feng.

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

In the capital, all hotel accommodations require scanning of ID cards, so that people can know whereabouts invisibly. Li Han made this idea.

Ling Feng was sitting in a taxi at this time, and was leisurely heading towards the sect's stronghold in the capital.

"Sir, most people really don't know the place of the martial arts hall you mentioned. It's not that I said that there is no place I don't know about in the capital. Look at the eight major hutongs and the embassy in the suburbs of Beijing..."

I have heard that the brothers in the capital are very good at talking. Ling Feng got into a taxi, and this guy began to talk about everything about the capital, from the geographical appearance, to the human style, to the national policies, and finally talked about the gossip of celebrities. It was a good thing, and there was nothing he didn't know if he was unaware of.

Ling Feng just talked to him without saying a word, which actually promoted his conversation. After all, there were few such loyal listeners.

"By the way, sir, judging from your old age, shouldn't you come from another place to help with boxing?" The brother said with unsatisfactory words and suddenly asked such a question.

"Assisting fist, what kind of helping fist?"

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

"It's the Tenglong Martial Arts Hall you went to. I don't know who the martial arts hall has offended recently. Some people come to kick the hall every day, but they are all foreigners, such as Taekwondo from the Kanzi Kingdom, Judo from the Sun Kingdom, and Muay Thai from the Yin-Yang Kingdom. In short, it is quite annoying. The people from the Tenglong Martial Arts Hall have suffered a disaster. After all, they have repelled one wave. Many disciples have been injured. Many young people have signed up for the Tenglong Martial Arts Hall. Sir, those foreigners are too ruthless. If you go to help with boxing, be careful."

The brother quickly told Ling Feng what he heard about, and finally did not forget to give him a reminder.

"Oh? I'm just joining my relatives, not helping the punch."

Ling Feng smiled distractedly and challenged the Tenglong Martial Arts Hall? This is simply a joke. No matter what, this is also the stronghold of the ancient martial artists' hidden sects. How could some ordinary people in the world challenge the fists and feet?

The taxi drove for about half an hour and arrived at the door of the Tenglong Martial Arts Hall.

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.

When my brother saw that things were not right, he had collected the fare and disappeared in a flash.

There was a lot of noise in the martial arts hall.

The door was closed, and Ling Feng didn't knock on the door, so he pushed the door open and went in.

The scene in the field made him slightly stunned.

I saw about seventy or eighty people in the wide martial arts training ground, and the clothes they were wearing were obviously not from their own people. They were lying on the ground and wailing, but there was no blood on the ground.

Ling Feng could tell at a glance that these people suffered internal injuries and needed to recuperate for at least a year or two.

In the middle of the hall of the martial arts training ground, an old man with a yin-faced face sat. There were about five or six people standing next to him in short dress. Next to him, there were about thirty disciples in martial arts costumes, leading an elderly man outside of fifty years old, who was whispering in a low voice and saying something to the old man.

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

"Is the person coming Ling Feng?"

The old man with a dark face asked loudly, looking at him with a bad expression.

Ling Feng was alert in his heart. He felt a powerful threat in these people. After a closer look, the old man's face was 70% similar to Yuan Yang Muqing, and he already knew it in his heart.

"Not bad, it's the junior!"

Ling Feng reported his fist and said loudly, his expression calmly without any fear.

"Okay, it's true that a hero is a young man. Xiaole, clear the scene and throw away the messy people. We don't need to let others hear our words." The old man with a dark face looked at Ling Feng for a while, laughed dryly, and then gave a faint command to the person beside him.

A thin disciple beside him immediately bowed to take the order and walked to the injured people with a smile.

One hand, these messy people from other countries were thrown out of the courtyard wall like clouds and mist. The courtyard wall was more than three meters high, which shows that this thin disciple was quite strong.

Ling Feng's face remained unchanged, and he could do such a thing. But when the sound of those people falling to the ground came, Ling Feng's face finally became a little solemn.

The sound of their landing was almost inaudible, which shows that this disciple named Xiaole had reached the realm of control of the battle qi. In other words, with the same strength, the realm of the realm of incomprehensible can better exert its power.

Xiaole's movements were very fast, and he threw these people away in a blink of an eye, and then walked towards the disciples of the martial arts hall. Obviously, in his opinion, the messy people also included the disciples of the martial arts hall.
Chapter completed!