Without giving master Ning a chance to speak, Lin Fan stood up from a chair and said, "come on, have a cup of tea."

"Lin fan, what do you want to do?"

Staring at Lin Fan's harmless smile, master Ning felt a sense of inexplicable uneasiness: "don't think I'll let you go. You'll die anyway today."

"Look how angry you are."

Picked up a cup of tea, Lin Fan shook his head: "no wonder you don't want to drink, the original tea has been cold."

Yang Yang empty left hand, after the flat to Ning master signal: "but pour out such a good drink of tea is a bit of waste, I can give you a free performance of a small magic."

Looking at Lin Fan's inexplicable movements, master Ning did not start but looked.

Lin Fan's calmness from beginning to end makes master Dening very curious.

Where on earth does this boy come from? He is so calm in front of his master?

Well, how could this be?

Just this idea just came out, Ning Shifu couldn't believe to stare big eyes.

It was as if he had seen a ghost. No, he really suspected that he had.

The tea poured out of the cup did not fall on Lin Fan's palm, but stopped about three centimeters above the palm.

This strange scene not only shocked master Ning, but also stunned Wang Tiancheng.

But Wang Tiancheng, who was quick to respond, pointed to Lin Fan's palm and said sarcastically, "Lin fan, do you want to prove your power with these little tricks?"

"People who understand understand understand it naturally, and those who don't understand it are redundant even if I explain it more."

Ignoring Wang Tiancheng's taunt, Lin Fan looked at master Ning: "do you understand?"

"Master Ning, these are obviously the tricks of the lake."

Seeing master Ning lost his mind, Wang Tiancheng explained: "Lin fan must have something in his hand. He is boasting himself."

It's true, it's true. He's so skillful.

Turning a deaf ear to Wang Tiancheng's words, Ning Shifu's eyes are closely watching the tea floating in the air.

Use the strength of the body to empty a vacuum above the palm, the tea will not be splashed out.

How can you cultivate your strength to this level? Obviously, you have reached the strength of dark strength?!

No, it's absolutely impossible.

Looking at Lin Fan's twenties, Ning Shifu immediately denied the speculation.

The road of martial arts cultivation is so difficult that each realm needs time accumulation and personal perception.

In my twenties, what time can I accumulate and what personal insights can I have?

Since it is not dark strength, then how does Lin Fan carry water in the void?

"Mr. Wang, we almost fell for it."

He didn't think of a specific thing to do, but master Ning finally believed Wang Tiancheng's explanation: "Lin Fan's tricks are very skillful, so they're just bluffing us."

Finish saying this, Ning Master goes up directly, eye is staring at Lin fan.

At the same time, the prestige generated by his Ming Jin's medium-term strength was aimed directly at Lin Fan and shrouded in the past.

"Lin fan, I just looked up at you."

Step by step to increase the pressure of diffusion, master Ning coldly stares at Lin Fan: "don't say I don't give you a chance to live. Now kneel down and kowtow to me three times. I can consider letting you go."

"It seems that my magic show can't make you relax. On the contrary, it can lead you to death."

Taking back the genuine Qi, the floating tea immediately fell to the ground: "in the same way, I will give it to you. Kneel down immediately and kowtow to me three times. I can consider letting you go."