Capital.

A group of people were tied with hemp ropes, and behind them were two young men, who were Lin Fan and Yang Ping.

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in the capital, Lin Fan just wanted to ask about something and was not ready to make trouble, so he only brought Yang Ping and a group of prisoners.

"Where is the headquarters, sloppy, don't force me to be rough!" Yang Ping threatened viciously.

A group of people dared to be angry but did not dare to speak.

Quite a few people on the street are looking at the situation here.

"It's him, Lin Yingying!" someone recognized Lin Fan.

In the past two days, the video of the First Battle of Hong Kong has gone viral on the Internet, and Lin Fan has become the idol of the younger generation.

"It's that stupid fork, and it's a fucking representative of Chinese martial arts, let's eat shit!"

Middle-aged was spurned by others.

It was supposed to be a beautiful action, but even if it failed, it was worthy of admiration.

However, everyone couldn't admire him at all, first sent his disciples to death, and then was pressed and beaten by the other party, and he had no integrity at all.

What made everyone angry the most was that after Lin Fan appeared, the middle-aged man not only did not thank him, but let Lin Fan go, which made the matter debated endlessly on the international channel.

Huaxia said that they were not defeated, Pu Guo said that he had won, and the two sides kept tearing up, and every time Pu Guo would take out the video of the middle-aged man shouting to Lin Fan and say that Lin Fan could not represent Huaxia.

And the culprit of all this is middle-aged, how can everyone not hate.

"Hit the streets, you, things in the nest!"

More emotional people grabbed vegetables and eggs from the street stalls and smashed them.

"Everyone be quiet and save food, these are all the sweat of farmers!" Lin Fan said.

"Lin Yingying said so much, it's too righteous, everyone applauds!" thundered applause resounded on the street.

"This kind of scum, waste air when you live, waste land when you die, and waste RMB when you're half-dead!"

"Lin Yingying, you are going to find them to get justice, I support you, let's go together!"

In response, there were more and more people on the street, and the traffic was quickly blocked.

It seems that this kind of good thing will have to be done more in the future! Lin Fan thought secretly in his heart.

He loved the feeling of being admired by the world.

When he was a child, he was ridiculed by the world, and at that time he vowed to live in front of people, and no one could understand his thoughts.

The Lin family used to be one of the four major families in the capital, and as the young master of the Lin family, now everyone only knows that he is Lin Yingying, so you can imagine how low his sense of existence was at that time.

A group of people rushed to the martial arts association.

The destination was soon reached, a manor house with a locked gate.

Lin Fan looked up, and two vigorous and powerful characters came into view.

Martial arts, virtue!

Lin Fan was secretly surprised in his heart, the realm of the person who carved the words must not be low.

The other party apparently received the news in advance.

Lin Fan was angry and dantian.

"Listen up, the people inside are not malicious, I just want to ask something, don't force me to be rude!"

The sound is powerful and penetrating.

"It's fun to have friends from afar!"

Before anyone arrived, the sound came first, ethereal and ethereal, and Lin Fan raised his head.

A figure as light as a swallow floated through the air.

This is a kind old man, with very neatly combed white hair, without a trace of messiness.

In the slightly sunken eye sockets, a pair of dark brown eyes tell the vicissitudes of time.

Now he stood at the top of the gate with his hands in his hands.

The breeze is blowing, and the white robe is fluttering with the wind, which has a feeling of fairy wind and bones.

"Old man, you are also from the Martial Arts Association?" Lin Fan said.

"Old and talented, it is the president of the martial arts association. ”

Everyone quieted down, although they supported Lin Fan, but the old man on the roof was also worthy of admiration.

Decades ago, all kinds of martial arts were prevalent in China, and foreigners came to kick the gym one after another, and one after another collapsed.

Just when the country's military was not guaranteed, it was this old man who was born.

At that time, he was in his youth, and with a pair of iron fists, he repelled strong enemies one after another, established his status in one fell swoop, and became a martial arts association.

"Sir, I don't have any malicious intent on this trip, I just want to ask something, can I go in and talk about it in detail?" Lin Fan lowered his posture.

He also heard about Cao Ming's legend when he was a child, and he only met the real person today, and he admired him very much.

"Well, let these people disperse, I am also responsible for such scum in the Martial Arts Association, I will give you an explanation!"

Lin Fan persuaded everyone to retreat.

"Mr. Cao, act fairly, if something goes wrong with Mr. Lin, we can't do it!" There is no shortage of people putting pressure on the martial arts association.

"I'll be waiting for you in the Tea Pavilion!" Cao Ming said and drifted away.

The door slowly opened.

"Get out!" Yang Ping shouted from behind, driving the middle-aged and others like a sheep.

A group of people were embarrassed and ran in.

Entering the manor, the disciple who opened the door took the initiative to lead the way for Lin Fan.

Soon they came to the tea party pavilion, and Cao Ming was arranging the tea ceremony.

Yang Ping swaggered and was about to go in, but was pulled by Lin Fan.

"Flat-headed, don't be unreasonable!"

Born in a wealthy family, although he is not welcomed, Lin Fan still understands some basic etiquette.

At the entrance there are two wooden basins, in which the water is steaming, apparently freshly prepared.

Lin Fan washed his face, and Yang Ping did so.

Inside, Cao Ming saw this scene and had a higher evaluation of Lin Fan in his heart.

Cao Ming began to clean the tea set, and Lin Fan slowly stepped in.

Yang Ping was about to sit down and was pulled by Lin Fan.

"Brother Fan?"

"Shhhhh

Cao Ming got up after cleaning the tea set and made a gesture of please, and Lin Fan returned the salute.

The three of them sat down, Cao Ming took out a small pinch of tea and scattered it on the table in three parts, Lin Fan swept it into the trash can with his sleeves, and the conversation between the two began quietly.

Cao Ming meant that middle-aged things are divided into three punishments: mild, moderate and severe, and asked Lin Fan what he meant.

Leaving three pinches for severe and one pinch for mild, Lin Fan brushed them all away to mean that he didn't care.

Cao Ming put a little more tea in the cup and pushed it to Lin Fan, Lin Fan thought for a moment and pinched a pinch and put it in.

Cao Ming asked Lin Fan about the purpose of coming this time, whether it was a big thing or a small matter, and Lin Fan added tea and said that it was not a small matter.

Cao Ming frowned, poured tea for Lin Fan, and pointed the spout at the door, expressing the intention of sending off guests.

Lin Fan smiled, picked up the teacup and poured half of it, then picked up the teapot and filled it for himself, the mouth of the teapot was aimed at Cao Ming, and he took a sip of the teacup.

If you talk about today's things, I'll leave by myself, if you don't say it, we'll touch it!

Yang Ping was inexplicably watching from the side, and he was also imitating Lin Fan's things.

Cao Ming smiled, made a gesture of please, got up and walked out of the door, and Lin Fan hurriedly followed.

"Brother Fan, I haven't drunk the tea yet..."

"Watch from the sidelines!" Lin Fan was speechless.

Cao Ming's meaning is obvious, go out and touch it.

Lin Fan adjusted his state as he walked.

He could feel that Cao Ming was very powerful, it must be the realm of the Five Qi Dynasty, but he didn't know where to go.

Xiao Te is not there, the seal cannot be broken, and it is impossible for him to squander his true qi like before.

This is a sparring rather than a life-and-death fight, and some ultimates naturally cannot be used, and it is easy to be defeated by the opponent's exhaustion of true qi.

The two of them went one after the other, and the pace became faster and faster.

Yang Ping followed behind, and he found that Lin Fan's footsteps were getting heavier and heavier, and now every step Lin Fan took would leave a dent on the ground.

The ground is paved with bluestone, and too much force will directly cause the bluestone to burst, and now this situation can only explain one problem.

First, Lin Fan was under great pressure, and second, Lin Fan's control of true qi had reached a subtle level.

Soon the two stopped in a bamboo forest, and Cao Ming slowly turned around...