The three of them walked to the top of the mountain, and they didn't say anything all the way.

On the top of Mt. Baofa, there is a natural boulder, which is independent from the world.

The surface of the boulder is flat, like the table of the ring, so it is named "Baofa Terrace".

The place where Tang Tianyang made an appointment to fight Lu Fan was here.

At this time, there were already many people around the boulder.

More are on the way.

Seeing Lin Wenlong appear, many people rushed over to say hello with their fists.

There are also many juniors who bow to the ground with a very respectful attitude.

Lin Rongrong followed behind Lin Wenlong and said proudly to Lu Fan beside him:

"See, you don't know my Lin family, that can only be said to be your loneliness. In Ichivo Province, who doesn't know my grandfather if he has a little bit of knowledge?"

Lu Fan was too lazy to meet her in general.

And someone has already carved out a way for Lin Wenlong to pass through the crowd.

Everywhere they went, most people consciously flashed to the sides to make way for them.

Lin Rongrong's little nose was about to rise to the sky.

From time to time, he glanced at Lu Fan.

Lu Fan's expression was indifferent and he walked quietly.

The three of them walked all the way to a smaller platform next to the boulder.

It's a little higher than the boulder table, and it's very far away from time to time, so it's perfect for spectating.

The Tang family in Shumen had already sent someone to place the mahogany seats.

However, this small platform is small in size and limited in location.

The only people who can sit here are those descendants of famous families and sect disciples who have heads and faces in Ci Province.

Li Wenlong, as the number one master of the Humen Lin family, is qualified to sit here.

Walking up the stone steps all the way to the platform, Lin Wenlong was about to sit down.

The two people who were nearby saw him at a glance and hurriedly came over to salute him.

"Elder Lin has been doing well, and the junior Jiang Yushan greets you on behalf of his father!"

"Junior, Jiang Zhenshui, I've seen Lin's senior!"

The two politely called themselves juniors, and they were the two brothers Jiang Yushan and Jiang Zhenshui of the Jiang family.

Although the Jiang family has gradually shifted the focus of the family business to pharmaceutical and other business activities in recent years.

But after all, it is still a martial arts family with great influence in Ci Province.

Even Lin Wenlong didn't dare to underestimate it easily.

Immediately return the salute with a fist.

The three of them exchanged a few polite words and were about to sit down separately.

Suddenly, Jiang Yushan's gaze fell on Lu Fan behind Lin Wenlong.

He asked with a surprised face:

"Why is Mr. Lu here?"

Jiang Zhenshui turned his head when he heard the sound, and also saw Lu Fan, so he hurriedly came over and hugged his fists to salute.

That attitude was even more cautious than when he asked Lin Wenlong just now.

"Hello Mr. Lu, I really didn't expect to meet here, it's rude!"

Others don't know who Lu Fan is who Tang Tianyang occupies, can his Jiang family brothers know?

In this appointment, the Tang family distributed invitations everywhere, and the Jiang family naturally knew about it for a long time.

However, the two brothers Jiang Yushan and Jiang Zhenshui only showed up when they thought that Lu Fan would duel on the Baofa stage.

I didn't expect that I was now walking with the number one master of the Humen Lin family.

The tone of the greeting is so full of surprise.

Lin Wenlong was stunned for a moment, turned his head along the line of sight of the Jiang brothers, and saw that the object of their fist salute was the young man behind him, and subconsciously asked:

"You call him, Mr. Lu?"

Lin Wenlong's face was full of confusion.

Lin Rongrong was even more surprised to look at this and look at that.

Even she knows that Jiang Yushan is the speaker of the Jiang family in Ci Province, and together with his younger brother Jiang Zhenshui, he is also an excellent internal martial artist.

has both social status and martial strength, and even her Lin family has to be polite when they meet.

I didn't expect this low-level martial artist next to me to be worthy of the two of them to be respectful.

"What kind of gentleman is he?"

Lin Rongrong almost blurted out.

The suspicious eyes couldn't stop looking up and down at Lu Fan who was standing beside him.

In China, people who can still be called "sir".

Either it is recognized as extraordinary strength, or the social status and personal prestige are too high and too good.

But Lu Fan is a young man who looks about seventeen or eighteen years old.

I really can't match the two.

It is not at all worthy of the head brother of the Jiang family in Ci Province to be called "sir." ”

As soon as the Lin family's grandfather and grandson said their confused words, Jiang Zhenshui looked at Lu Fan's face again, and immediately felt at it.

No matter what the reason, Lu Fan must not be able to show his strength.

So much so that the two Lin family would treat him as a low-level martial artist.

Jiang Yushan's reaction was not slow, his eyes rolled, and he immediately explained with a smile:

"This young man, who saved my little girl by chance before, and also treated my old man, the Jiang family is grateful to him, and he must be called 'sir'!"

After speaking, he turned to Lu Fan respectfully, took a gesture of please, and gave up his seat to Lu Fan.

"I see!"

Lin Wenlong and Lin Rongrong suddenly realized.

It turned out that Lu Fan was not good at martial arts, but he should have learned some partial medical skills from somewhere, which was normal at his age.

It's just that I don't know how to get involved with the Jiang family.

"Cut! It turned out to be a barefoot doctor......"

Lin Rongrong, who understood, sighed quietly.

Not only did he not look down on Lu Fan because of this, but his eyes were even more disdainful.

After all, in the martial arts world, the strong have always been respected.

In Lin Rongrong's opinion, only powerful martial artists like her grandfather and Tang Tianyang are qualified to be called "Mr."

As for people like Lu Fan, he was mixed up with the name of "Mr." on the left side of the door.

In her eyes, it is a clear act of disgrace.

Lu Fancai ignored what Lin Rongrong said.

His attention had shifted to the spectators surrounding the Bowa Terrace.

As far as the eye can see, grandmaster-level martial artists abound.

There are even a few of them, like Lin Wenlong, who have cultivated to the peak of the grandmaster.

It can be described as a gathering of masters.

At this moment, at the entrance to the top of the mountain, there was a sudden uproar.

All of them turned their heads and looked around.

The entrance to the top of Baofa Mountain is a mountain path carved out between two huge rocks.

At the moment, it was tightly blocked by a group of people.

Most of the people in this group are wearing black suits, and they look like typical bodyguards.

There are also some like thugs in society, with more than 100 people.

Make a loud noise.

Among them, there is one person who has the loudest voice.

"Why aren't we allowed to come and watch?"

Yan Weicheng stood beside Liu Huayang and shouted loudly through a loud voice.

Lu Fan fixed his eyes.

I saw that behind Liu Huayang and Yan Weicheng, dozens of members of the Beici Alliance led their subordinates in groups to completely block the entrance.

In front of them, it was Hu Xinghai with a group of younger brothers, blocking the way.

It seems that Beici got the news out of nowhere and rushed to cheer for Lu Fan.

And they were stopped by Hu Xinghai nearby, and they were not allowed to surround the Baofa platform like other warriors.

As a result, the two groups clashed.

North and South Ts, at this time, the new hatred and old hatred are stacked together, and the smell of gunpowder is so strong that it will explode at one point.