Are You Promoting National Art? No, I'm Making Money!

two days later.

The front yard of the Extreme Martial Arts Museum.

A group of strong men are practicing each movement in Bajiquan.

The posture is twisted and crooked, and the movements are careless~heart.

"In this movement, your legs are lifted up by two centimeters, and your hands are slightly tilted inward."

"Push your leg down one centimeter."

"Tilt your hands out a little bit."

On the side, Wang Xiaolong walked with a young adult, taking pains to correct the movements one by one, looking extremely serious.

But that group of brawny men were a little foolish, they didn't seem to take his words to heart.

This is also normal.

After all, in their view, Wang Xiaolong is just a kid with no hair yet.

Calling him Second Senior Brother is just because of Lin Yaozu's intimidation.

A little kid has only learned martial arts for more than a month, what qualifications do they have to teach them?

On the other side, not far from the wooden dummy, Wang Xiaoyu was also teaching Li Yanran about Wing Chun.

Before, someone forgot to arrange for Li Yanran.

When she asked, he happened to be busy with big plans.

then.

Someone casually threw it to Wang Xiaoyu to teach.

Then, announce the retreat again.

In the blink of an eye.

Lin Yaozu has not appeared for two consecutive days.

The two little ones also taught everyone for two days in a row.

Wang Xiaoyu's teaching progress is not bad.

After all, Li Yanran was quite cooperative.

But Wang Xiaolong encountered a problem.

Those strong men were not very attentive.

"Hey ha...

"Hey ha...

After Wang Xiaolong corrected a circle, he stood at the front and began to lead the crowd to fight Bajiquan.

Behind him, all the strong men were weak, and punched perfunctorily.

At this moment.

Lin Yaozu did not know when, but appeared behind the crowd, watching quietly.

Suddenly, there was a strong man who caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye.

In an instant, he shivered with fright, the movements of his hands immediately became stronger, and the voice he yelled suddenly became louder.

"hey ha

This sudden sound made the strong men around startled, and they cursed aloud.

"Trough! Old Sun, you are insane! You came here all of a sudden."

"Yeah! Almost scared me to death."

"Made, scare me."

"Ge Laozi, did you take the wrong medicine?"

And Wang Xiaolong also turned his head when he heard the sound, and then saw Lin Yaozu at a glance.

He stopped, turned around, and shouted respectfully.

"master!"

After one sound.

The brawny men were instantly taken aback!

master?

Second brother's master?

#Bt...

Everyone shut up quickly, lowered their eyebrows, and no one dared to speak.

To their surprise, Lin Yaozu did not give them a severe beating, but spoke in a gentle tone.

"You guys take a break first, I have something to say."

When the strong men heard the words, they felt that they had escaped a catastrophe.

They suddenly felt that there was really a big difference between the level of a disciple and the level of an outer disciple.

At the very least, the treatment is different.

If it were done before, 80% of them would already be on the way to being struck by lightning.

At this moment, inexplicably, they actually became self-motivated.

I have some yearning for the inner disciple level.

After all, it is impossible to judge the door in this life, and I can only follow Lin Yaozu with a black one.

That being the case, why not strive for better treatment and a higher status!

After all, this new boss can fight, has money, and often throws coins.

If you can avoid being severely beaten, then this is simply the happiest destination.

After a while.

Everyone stood up, and Lin Yaozu spoke.

"Fist is power, this is the tenet I have always believed in."

"The meaning of this sentence is explained in this way by me.

"The fist is not as hard as mine. In front of me, I have no right to speak at all."

"So, Xiaolong, what do you think should be the first step in teaching boxing?"

Wang Xiaolong thought for a while and came to his senses.

"Master! I understand!"

"Please show off!"

Hearing this, Lin Yaozu showed a dark smile and nodded.

"Remember to strike harder and harder."

"Otherwise, don't blame me for being a master."

Wang Xiaolong nodded, expressing his understanding.

At this time, everyone had a bad feeling for no reason.

No way! No way!

Could it be that they will still be hanged and beaten by a brat?

ten minutes later.

All the strong men set up a simple arena with ease.

After all, they are too familiar with this job.

I just did it twice a while ago, and it was easy to catch.

A few minutes later.

Under the arena, not far away, Lin Yaozu was sipping tea comfortably, waiting to watch the play.

On the arena, Wang Xiaolong and a strong man stood in a corner respectively.

One is nothing but a brat.

…… Ask for flowers……………

The other has a hulking back and a full face.

It seems that there seems to be no suspense.

Then.

"start!"

bang~

In an instant.

The victory and defeat have been divided.

The strong man was knocked into the arena with one move and turned into a rolling gourd.

At this moment, everyone in the audience was dumbfounded.

That's the end of it?

This shit is more than just hanging and beating.

It's just an instant kill!

Outrageous!

It's too fucking outrageous.

This is simply outrageous fucking open the door for outrageous - outrageous home.

Is Guoshu so scary?

On the side, Lin Yaozu casually nodded and continued to speak.

"Come on! Go on!"

"Next, attach!"

"Xiaolong, use a few more tricks to practice your actual combat ability."

And then.

All the strong men went to the ring one by one, and encountered fancy slings one by one.

But Wang Xiaolong was still a little nervous at the beginning, and when he performed Bajiquan, he was not very coherent.

But as one strong man after another was defeated, he became more and more confident, and he became more and more calm in fighting.

However, after all, he is young and his physical strength is limited.

After playing more than ten games in a row, he gradually began to be out of breath, and his physical strength was also a little weak.

At this time.

Lin Yaozu raised his hand to stop it.

"Xiaolong, stop for a moment, next, Xiaoyu, you go."

Wang Xiaoyu was a little timid when he heard the words, but he still gritted his teeth and went to the ring.

At this moment, the strong man who just came to the stage is very lucky.

Fortunately, those people in front exhausted Wang Xiaolong's physical strength, otherwise, he would have to be beaten today.

Although Wang Xiaoyu is known as the big sister, but the strength of men and women is different, so there is no need to worry about too much pain.

In this regard, the strong man is full of confidence.

"Elder Sister, I will let you fight first, and you will never fight back!"

Hearing this, Wang Xiaoyu, who was nervous and timid, roared like a coward and rushed over.

"Ha!"

bang bang bang bang~

Japanese word punch!

Wing Chun combos!

The small fist waved out afterimages, bursting out with an infinite sense of power.

In just a few minutes, the strong man experienced all the tricks of Wing Chun.

At the same time, I also realized the truth of a life.

no Zuo no Die.

Under the ring.

After watching, the corners of the eyes of all the strong men twitched wildly.

This damn is more ruthless than Wang Xiaolong.

too ruthless!

brutal!

It's really brutal!.