The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation

Chen Fan's reaction did not seem to be beyond Ling Feng's expectation. It seemed as though he was raising his hand to hit someone. It was only natural for a boy to solve something that he could not solve for many years.

It can only be said that since the meeting, Ling Feng's state has given Chen Fan a single word--weird!

Strange, weird, it's hard to describe in words.

It made Chen Fan feel that the other party knew him and had a kind of trust in himself.

"Since you already have an idea for the first condition, my second condition is to take my son Feiyang with you when doing all this!"

This sentence did not surprise Chen Fan. After all, it is the common wish of all parents to have a son or a dragon.

Just why does Ling Summit think that he must be able to solve the problem of Che Quguo?

What if Ling Feiyang becomes even more disappointed after following him?

Countless thoughts were intertwined in his mind, and Chen Fan gradually seemed to be able to find a vague direction.

He did not act rashly for the time being, and continued to ask: "Then what is the third condition?"

Ling Feng shook his head: "The third condition is that I will tell you after you have solved the problem of Che Quguo. It is no good to tell you now."

After that, Chen Fan nodded and wanted to leave.

But who knew how Ling Feng would not let him go.

He even ordered someone to call Ling Feiyang over, allowing Chen Fan and Ling Feiyang to meet again.

With his own old father present, Ling Feiyang no longer dared to show his dullness. Similarly, Ling Feiyang had some respect for Chen Fan.

After all, playing him under the same strength is the same as playing. This is obviously not an ordinary person.

Such people are naturally worthy of respect.

Besides, didn't you see that the prefects showed courtesy to Chen Fan? Even if Ling Feiyang, the prefect's son, didn't want to, wouldn't he still pinch his nose to admit it?

And Ling Feiyang also wanted to see why this Chen Fan was appreciated by his father!

It stands to reason that Ling Feng wants to arrange a banquet to leave the guests in the mansion, but what is surprising is that he only arranged for Ling Feiyang to drink tea in the study room!

Even when Chen Fan was drinking tea, Ling Feng looked directly at him with his eyes so straight that he could see straight hair.

After finally taking the tea, Chen Fan said goodbye again. This time Ling Feng agreed.

It's just that the details in the eyes are deeper.

Turning around and walking towards the gate of the study, Chen Fan's footsteps were unhappy, he was about to leave the study, but at this moment, Chen Fan suddenly turned around.

"Dare to ask the prefect, how has my father been all these years?"

The sudden sentence made Ling Feng stunned on the spot, opened his mouth but reacted to something for the first time, without saying a word!

Chen Fan couldn't hide the abnormality at this moment. He stared at Ah Ling Feng closely, and said every word: "I'm asking the prefect, my father, how are you doing?"

"call..."

Ling Feng let out a sigh of relief, his complexion finally returned to normal, and his expression revealed doubts: "Who is your father, do I know?"

Hearing this, Chen Fan knew that he could not get any more news from Ling Feng. He bowed his fist without any lingering, and turned and left. "

While Ling Feng was still sitting in the study, looking at Chen Fan's back, his eyes gradually moistened.

"Brother, have you seen it, your son, you are back!"

"He seems to be like you, whether it's the unpredictable look or the raised eyebrows when thinking about bad things, especially when drinking tea, he is almost carved out of you."

"Everything in the past has returned to the dust. I thought that the hatred would go away with the wind. I didn't expect your son to return. He is so smart, even smarter than you back then."

"This is what God is telling me, can you take revenge for the big feud back then?"

Ling Feng muttered to himself, holding the wall out of the study, looking towards the capital, clenching his fists unconsciously!