Full-time King

Chapter 2170 Tenglong Martial Arts School

Li Han, whose sleeping point was pressed, was still sleeping soundly. Ling Feng lay on the bed and began his routine practice.

The effect of practicing is much faster than simply sleeping in restoring energy and spirit. After an hour, Ling Feng had eliminated the day's fatigue.

The train pulled into the capital's station with a long whistle. Ling Feng put the luggage into the storage bag, glanced at Li Han who was still sleeping, laughed, and strode out of the station.

Not long after, the conductor found Li Han still sleeping and had to wake him up. Fortunately, the effect of the sleeping point had disappeared, otherwise the conductor would not have been able to wake him up. Fortunately, this was the terminal, otherwise Li Han would have missed his stop.

Li Han rubbed his eyes sleepily and suddenly became alert: "Where is the person on the other side?"

"I've already gotten off the bus."

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

"It's really because of drinking that I slept so soundly." Li Han pounded the bed in annoyance.

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

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

"Comrade, did anything strange happen last night? Like what happened in the first half of the night?"

The conductor looked at Li Han unkindly and said unhappily, "No, we arrived safely in the capital. As a policeman, do you still hope that something like this will happen?"

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

Li Han hurriedly pulled his luggage and walked outside. There were people coming and going outside the train station, so there was no way to find any trace of Ling Feng.

"Forget it, this mission has failed. Let's go to the city bureau first and see if we can find the other party through the ID card information."

In the capital, all hotel accommodations require identity card scanning so that people can know your whereabouts without you having to do anything. This is exactly what Li Han was thinking.

Ling Feng was sitting in a taxi at this time, driving leisurely towards the sect's base in the capital.

"Sir, most people don't know where the martial arts school you mentioned is. I mean, there is no place in Beijing that I don't know. Look at the Eight Great Hutongs and the embassy in the suburbs of Beijing..."

I have heard that the taxi drivers in Beijing are very talkative. As soon as Ling Feng got in the taxi, this guy started to talk nonstop about everything in Beijing, from the geographical features, to the cultural customs, to the national policies, and finally to the gossip about celebrities. He is a know-it-all, as if there is nothing he doesn't know.

Ling Feng just chatted with him intermittently, which actually encouraged his talkativeness. After all, there were few people with such a loyal listener.

"By the way, sir, you look young, you must have come from another place to help, right?" The taxi driver said with lingering feeling, and suddenly asked this question.

"Assist, what assist?"

Ling Feng asked casually, not taking it to heart at all.

"It's the Tenglong martial arts school you went to. I don't know who offended that martial arts school recently. People come to challenge the school every day, but they are all foreigners. They are Taekwondo from the Korean country, Judo from the Sun Country, and Muay Thai from the Yin Yang Country. In short, it is quite annoying. The people of Tenglong martial arts school are in trouble. They have fought back many waves. Many disciples have been injured. Many young people have signed up for Tenglong martial arts school. Sir, those foreigners are too cruel. If you go to help, you must be careful."

The taxi driver quickly told Ling Feng what he had heard, and finally gave him a word of advice.

"Oh? I'm just seeking refuge with my relatives, not helping out."

Ling Feng smiled indifferently. Challenging Tenglong Martial Arts School? This is simply a joke. After all, this is the stronghold of a hidden sect of ancient martial artists. How could it be challenged by some ordinary people in the secular world with their fists and feet?

The taxi drove for about half an hour before arriving at the gate of Tenglong Martial Arts School.

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

The taxi driver saw that something was not right, collected the fare, and disappeared without a trace.

There was a faint sound of noise in the martial arts hall.

The door was ajar. Ling Feng pushed it open without knocking.

The scene on the field made him slightly stunned.

There were about 70 to 80 people lying in a mess on the large martial arts training ground. They were not natives because of the clothes they were wearing. They were lying on the ground wailing non-stop, but there was no blood on the ground.

Ling Feng could tell at a glance that these people had internal injuries and would need at least a year and a half to recuperate.

In the center of the martial arts training hall, an old man with a gloomy face sat, and around him stood five or six people dressed in short clothes. Beside him stood about thirty or so disciples dressed in martial arts uniforms, led by an old man in his fifties, who was speaking to the old man in a low voice.

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

"Is the person coming Ling Feng?"

The old man with a gloomy face asked loudly, looking at him unfriendlyly.

Ling Feng was alert. He felt a strong sense of threat from these people. Upon closer inspection, he found that the old man's face was 70% similar to Yuan Yang Mu Qing. He already understood what was going on.

"Yes, it is the junior!"

Ling Feng raised his fist and spoke loudly, his expression extremely calm, without the slightest fear.

"Well, it's true that heroes emerge from youth. Xiaole, clear the area and throw out the messy people. We don't need to let others hear our words." The old man with a gloomy face looked at Ling Feng for a while, laughed dryly, and then gave a light order to someone beside him.

A thin disciple beside him immediately bowed and accepted the order, then walked to the injured people who fell to the ground with a smile on his face.

With one hand each, these messy people from other countries were thrown out of the courtyard wall like flying clouds. The wall was more than three meters high, which showed that this skinny disciple was very strong.

Ling Feng's expression did not change, he could do the same thing. But when the sound of those people landing came, Ling Feng's expression finally became a little solemn.

The sound of them landing was almost inaudible, which showed that the disciple named Xiao Le had already reached a subtle level of control over his fighting spirit. In other words, with the same strength, the subtle level could allow for better exertion of power.

Xiao Le moved quickly, and in a blink of an eye, he threw all these people away, and then walked towards the disciples of the martial arts school. Obviously, in his opinion, the messy people also included the disciples of these martial arts schools.