It was a slim and age woman who was sitting in the cafe.

The woman is about 20 years old, with a ponytail and a tight outfit, making Shencai curves look exquisite and perfect.

She sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, with a cup of coffee in front of her, looking at Fang Quan with a glass.

Seeing Fang Quan also cast a look, the woman smiled slightly and said that she had no malice.

"Hello, I am a member of the Dragon City National Arts Association. I just saw the boxing style you played, and I felt that my level was very high. I guess you are also a master of martial arts."

The woman has a delicate face and is polite.

Fang Quan touched his nose and smiled, "I just like national skills since I was a child. I went back to study it in my spare time."

Fang Quan said casually that the boxing style he had just made it easy for him to be in a good mood, but the girl ran over and said that she was a master.

"You are joking. The boxing technique I saw just now is not bad at all compared to the old masters of the Dragon City National Arts Association, and the artistic conception is even more amazing. I think you should learn from the clever ones too."

Fang Quan smiled. He was a master-level figure in the world of cultivation. Wouldn't he be shocked if he played the boxing skills he created?

"I have never studied for a teacher, I have taught myself."

All my skills are self-study. Even though I have never relied on anyone from the foundation-building stage to the tribulation stage, I have completely come across the river by feeling the stones.

When he saw Fang Quan, he looked serious and not fake.

The ponytail girl handed out a business card with a simple face and said, "My name is Gao Yingying, a senior member of the Longcheng National Arts Association, and a senior Taekwondo coach."

"Fang Quan."

Fang Quan took Gao Yingying's business card and kept it in his pocket without even looking at it.

"Mr. Fang Quan, I want to invite you to join our Dragon City National Arts Association and become a member of us."

Gao Yingying looked at Fang Quan with anticipation. From the moment she accidentally saw Fang Quan doing boxing while drinking coffee, she knew that Fang Quan was a master.

“Not interested.”

Fang Quan turned around and was about to go back to the house. He had no interest in the so-called Dragon City National Arts Association, and there was no need for him to go.

"Mr. Fang, our association has the highest prestigious national martial arts master in the country. It is the purest association in the entire Chinese martial arts inheritance, and it also has the oldest boxing technique in the entire Chinese martial arts inheritance! I believe you will be interested!"

Although Gao Yingying was a little disappointed when she saw Fang Quan turning around and leaving, she thought that the masters were all arrogant in her bones, but she felt that she must win Fang Quan over to the association, which was a great help.

The next day, Zhong Ling went to work as Fang Quan said. In the morning, she sat in front of the computer and was listless because she heard an explosive news as soon as she arrived at the company.

The company's director Meng Yang was seriously injured and went to the hospital and resigned from his position as financial director.

"Sister Zhong Ling, didn't you submit your resignation yesterday?"

When Li Li saw Zhong Ling coming back to work, she felt relieved. She was afraid that the company would stuff her a black sheep like Meng Yang. Since Li Li came to work a few days ago, it was Zhong Ling who taught her things step by step, so Li Li trusted Zhong Ling very much.

She felt that Zhong Ling was elegant and gentle, and had a clear arrangement of things, which was very different from other people in the company. Li Li felt that with Sister Zhong Ling's talent, she should not stay here.

"Why did Meng Yang resign?"

Zhong Ling asked, after all, after several previous events, Zhong Ling was very resistant to Meng Yang and even had a sense of fear.

Li Li bent down, lowered her voice, and said to Zhong Ling with a mysterious look on her face: "Sister Zhong Ling, you may not know that Director Meng Yang was actually seriously injured and entered the hospital."

Seriously injured?

Even went to the hospital?

Zhong Ling was a little unbelievable, frowned, and she suddenly remembered what Fang Quan said to her last night with a serious look on his face.

Could it be that Fang Quan beat him seriously?

This idea was dispelled as soon as she rose.

It is absolutely impossible for Fang Quan. She knew Fang Quan's body. She had been hollowed out on women over the years. Even if he could not beat her, how could he seriously hurt Meng Yang?

"The man from last night was so handsome. He kicked Meng Yang's underneath with just one kick."

Li Li said excitedly, and the admiration that could not be concealed in her eyes. Zhong Ling knew the little woman's thoughts best. She knew that it was a kind of admiration.

"Little girl, I'm missing you again? Tell me about which lover you have met?"

Zhong Ling quipped with a smile.

Li Li's cheeks became even redder, and the tall figure of last night kept flashing in her mind.

If it weren't for him, she would have been defiled, fortunately.

"Sister Zhong Ling, don't fool me. I don't even know where that person's name is. Where can I go to Sichun?"

"Yeah, it seems that I really have an idea. Do you want my sister to ask for you?"

Li Li thought about it, her cheeks flushed, and she said in a frustration: "Forget it, Sister Zhong Ling, finding someone in a haystack is like finding a needle in a haystack. I think we will have a chance to see each other again."

Seeing Li Li being insidious at work today, her face filled with the subtle expression of a girl in love, Zhong Ling smiled bitterly and shook her head.

She couldn't figure out what this little girl thought, but when Zhong Ling saw Li Li's admiration and admiration look, she was very envious. When could she find that feeling of heartbeat?

Fang Quan stayed in his bedroom for several days, and the spiritual energy in his bedroom was also very abundant. With the miniature spirit gathering formation, Fang Quan's cultivation achieved twice the result with half the effort.

The spiritual energy in the room has reached its peak. The abundant spiritual energy is constantly spreading out of the house. Fangquan dares not waste it. You must know that on earth, every bit of spiritual energy is precious.

Outsiders can't see anything about these spiritual energy, but in the eyes of those with spiritual consciousness, the room is foggy, and with Fang Quan's cultivation, the spiritual energy in the bedroom gradually formed tiny vortexes on Fang Quan's body surface, which was very strange.

With the miniature spirit gathering formation, Fang Quan's practice achieved twice the result with half the effort.

Dingling~~~

Someone rang the doorbell at the outer door.

Fang Quan was disturbed by the silent state of cultivation. If someone disturbed his cultivation in the world of cultivation, Fang Quan would have wiped him out long ago, but in this world, Fang Quan could only suppress the anger in his heart.

After opening the door, he saw a slender and round figure standing in front of his home.

It was Gao Yingying a few days ago, and behind her was a slender young man.

At this time, Gao Yingying was wearing a loose shirt on her upper body, and the plump/full/full of the Hungarian front made people feel that her blood was not thrust. The lower body was wearing a tight denim library, and her slender figure was outlined, which made people shine. You should know that Gao Yingying was practicing Chinese arts and had made great achievements. She could be called young and promising in Chinese arts.

"Hello, Mr. Fang Quan, is it convenient to go in and talk?"

Fang Quan frowned and asked the two to enter the living room.

"Yingying, is this what you are talking about as a master of national martial arts? Can't you tell me that there is any difference?"

As soon as the young man entered the room, he looked at Fang Quan unscrupulously and said.

"Jiang Lingfeng, will you be mute if you say less?"

The eldest man named Jiang Lingfeng snorted indifferently, and then said: "In our China, most of the people who can be called masters of national martial arts are over 60 years old. They have been practicing national martial arts for decades. My master is the youngest master of national martial arts in China. When he became a master, he was in his fifties. Look at him, he is in his twenties. How could he be a master-level figure? You can't have read it wrong."
Chapter completed!