Gui Qingyue also called, and she complained that she shouldn't accept Long Yan's challenge. She even said that she should stop Long Yan on the road so that he couldn't even enter Jingyang!
My brother Gui Qingyue, how can I allow him to yell and scream!
The good sister was worried about herself. Ding Fan was very moved and tried to persuade him with a dry mouth. Finally, Gui Qingyue said that she would also bring people to the scene in person. If Long Yan dared to hurt his brother, he would definitely let him crawl out.
No matter what Xu's disciple he is.
His head was buzzing, and Ding Fan didn't have a moment of peace all morning. Just as he was about to close his eyes and relax for a moment, another call came in. Ding Fan had deliberately marked his name, and it was Ling Zifeng.
Even if he doesn't want to accept it, he has to accept it. Ding Fan can not care about Long Yan, but he cannot offend this big boss.
"Mr. Ling, thank you for your help." Ding Fan said politely.
"Nothing, I just want to ask you, do you need help regarding Long Yan?" Ling Zifeng asked.
"Thank you, I can deal with him." Ding Fan said.
"I also think you can do it. Chongwu Sect's unique skill is called Shadowless Fist. It's extremely fast. It focuses on attacking acupuncture points, especially the third top road. Be careful to avoid it." Ling Zifeng suggested.
"I can wear a set of iron armor." Ding Fan joked.
"Haha, that's a good idea." Ling Zifeng laughed and hung up.
Ding Fan couldn't help but be startled, he actually heard Ling Zifeng's laughter, which was very rare.
Ling Zifeng didn't ask to go to the scene, and Ding Fan couldn't ask him to help. It wasn't as simple as owing a favor. With Long Yan's skills, Ling Zifeng could easily make his body disappear, and by then, the arena would disappear out of thin air.
As a person, I'm afraid I really can't explain clearly.
Everyone in the Fuyao Group was talking about Ding Fan. He was so popular that even the beautiful models in the fashion department even wanted to dress up and show up to cheer for Manager Ding!
We couldn't go to the restaurant because there would be many people asking for photos. Ding Fan asked Chi Li to help bring the rice. Just halfway through the meal, Cai Cai called, "Xiao Dingding, Long Yan is here to see you.
Let him go up?"
Almost forgetting the other protagonist of this event, Ding Fan agreed: "Well, let him come to my office!"
"Don't do anything." Cai Cai's voice trembled.
"Hey, competing here does not count as winning or losing, it is just communication before the game." Ding Fan said with a smile.
When Long Yan appeared in the office, Ding Fan finally understood why Ms. Cai Cai, nicknamed Cai Cai Er, was scared!
Long Yan is in his early forties, 1.8 meters tall, with three-dimensional facial features, a face as sharp as a knife, two slanting eyebrows, very imposing, and a pair of eyes with bottomless depth.
He has a slender and perfect body, a short vest, and black trousers. His exposed skin is bronze in color and has an eye-catching luster, as if it is made of copper liquid. His steel frame is indestructible. His whole aura gives people a feeling that they need to look up.
sense of oppression.
He is a true warrior. Ding Fan secretly admired him, put down his chopsticks and politely said: "Mr. Long, please sit down!"
Long Yan had no expression on his face, sat down calmly, and said, "Ding Fan, excuse me, I came here this time just to tell you clearly. I didn't expect the matter to be so big."
"As you wish, I accept the challenge." Ding Fan said.
"After I arrived, I just booked a venue at the stadium. As for how the news leaked out, I don't know. The pool of water in Jingyang is really too deep." Long Yan sighed softly.
"This is true, right? If you want me to apologize publicly, why don't you find more people and just apologize to the void?" Ding Fan chuckled.
"Of course I want to record it. I will explain it to Master when I go back. I didn't want to find an audience." Long Yan explained.
"Mr. Long, the situation is out of control. The stadium will be overcrowded that day," Ding Fan said.
"Close the venue!"
"It's not up to you, and it's not up to me. Alas, it's a pity that I can't receive the tickets." Ding Fan regretted it. He estimated that a ticket worth 200 would be sold out instantly.
At this time, there was a knock on the door, Lan Shan walked in, and called Senior Brother with some restraint.
"Lan Shan, do you work here?" Long Yan was quite surprised. It can be seen that Dongfang Xu only cares about recruiting apprentices and collecting tuition fees, and doesn't care where his apprentices go.
Of course, people like Lan Shan are non-staff disciples, and their status is not as good as that of Yan Xiaoyun, who is a closed disciple.
"I'm in charge of the fashion department, why is senior brother here?" Lan Shan asked knowingly and did not say that she was Ding Fan's bodyguard.
"When you talk to Ding Fan, you must know what your opponent looks like!" Long Yan raised his hand.
"Shanshan, help me pour a cup of tea for senior brother." Ding Fan said.
Lan Shan took a deep breath, rolled her eyes, made a cup of tea for Long Yan, and asked without saying anything else: "Master, how are you doing?"
"Well, there will be another breakthrough recently." Long Yan said vaguely.
"Shanshan, go ahead and do your work. I'll have a little chat with Mr. Long." Ding Fan said with a smile.
Lan Shan hesitated, but walked out and closed the door. If it weren't for the two followers brought by Long Yan standing at the door, she would have eavesdropped.
Long Yan raised his hand gently, and the teacup flew up, and half of the tea fell into his mouth. Just as the teacup fell, he caught it again and placed it firmly on the table.
During the whole process, Long Yan didn't even look at the tea cup, he just relied on his feelings!
Show off your skills!
Ding Fan was amused, so he pretended not to see it, took a few mouthfuls of rice, stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth, and then said: "Mr. Long, we must fight in the ring, but I really didn't insult your master.
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"You scolded me! You still don't admit it." Long Yan clenched his fists and his eyes instantly turned cold.
"Educate your junior sister well, oh, I'm not talking about Shanshan. Your junior sister is incompetent, does things for scum, and tells lies, which is humiliating to the teacher." Ding Fan continued to eat, this calmness,
It actually made Long Yan look at him with admiration.
"Junior Sister Yan said that you bullied her, which was excessive. I think it was true, but she didn't say that you insulted Master." Long Yan said.
Huh?
What a contradiction. Ding Fan couldn't help but put down his chopsticks and said in confusion: "It's strange. Since it's not Yan Xiaoyun, from which gossip did you learn that I scolded your master?"
"See for yourself, as a man, you have to admit what you do." Long Yan took out a letter from his pocket and slapped it on the table, making the dinner plate rattle.
"Move gently."
Ding Fan was very dissatisfied and took the letter over. It was a very ordinary kraft paper envelope. The sending address on it was Fuyao Building, and the receiving address was Xuyang Villa Dongfangxu.
Pulling out the letter paper inside and unfolding it, Ding Fan's eyes suddenly widened and he sighed that the world is so big and full of wonders, but there are people who can imitate his handwriting, every stroke is perfect!
The content of the letter was indeed very excessive. Although there were no curse words, the entire page was full of contempt and disdain. Compared with Daoxuanmen, Chongwu Sect is a rubbish sect. Dongfang Xulang has a false reputation. The reason for not dying is because of old age.
Thief, Chongwu Sect has raised a group of losers who only know how to box and cause trouble everywhere!
The signature at the bottom is, Ding Fan, the worst disciple of Daoxuan Sect!