Grandmaster of Heroes

"Cough, come in."

In the end, the old man found the three people outside the door. Huang Delong led Xu Zhi and Wang Zhongwang into the wooden house.

"Ah, boy, I lost my grandmother's cotton gong. My grandfather played the cotton gong for five years, woo woo." Gao chuo grabbed Xu Zhi's collar and stared sadly at the old man.

"Come on, don't let go of the guests," the old man scolded.

"Smile, this is something that is not a good thing," the old man scolded, and turned his head, "I am the curator of Dengyun Wuguan, the old master Yang Bai."

Old Yang Bai, okay, fortunately, it's not called Yang Bai Lao, otherwise Xu Zhi would hum the north wind and the snowflakes.

Gao Jiujiu put down Xu Zhi's collar, and looked back aside with a frown.

"I don't want to go out, I'm not embarrassed here. It's humiliating here to disperse the cotton. I'll go back and practice well. It's just to cut down some of the floating meat. After a month, the cotton power can still be improved by half."

Gao Jiujie's face quickly turned into joy, and the fat fluttering on his body kissed Yang Bai's old sip, and the slobber made the old man disgusting.

He wanted to kiss Xu Zhi again, and as soon as Xu Zhi saw it, he quickly grabbed Huang Delong in front of him to resist. Gao Lijie kissed Huang Delong's face and left the room excitedly.

"This little beast," Yang Bai scolded, his silver-gray beard crooked.

"The two guests forgive me, old legs are inconvenient, they can't get up and salute." The old man sat on his chair and arched his hand.

"You are welcome"

Xu Zhi and Wang Zhongwang were busy pushing their hands, and they only noticed that the old man had been in a wheelchair.

"Some impulses in the early years have suffered a bit of sin, and the nerves are necrotic, and there is no way to repair it." Yang Bailao was so spirited that he could not see any depression.

"My three disciples were also very talented in their early years. In recent years, in order to support the martial arts, they practiced cotton gong and took a fork in the road to practice themselves into a ball. You can disperse his cotton gas, so that this kid will not need to be so fat in the future. "

Yang Bailao looked at Xu Zhi and Wang Zhongwang. Then he asked and said, "The two come to the old side, is it that the old ones can't teach art and need old guidance?"

Xu Zhi looked at Wang Zhongwang, and the two shook their heads violently. This cotton skill was unprecedentedly powerful. Xu Zhicai punched, and the others were suffocated. He also practiced himself into a ball.

The two think about if they practiced like this, this is better than hitting the ball.

This exercise is sick.

Don't dare to practice, don't dare to practice.

As the three young disciples of Yang Bailao all practised their way, not to mention that the two of them just paid to learn.

"We are students of Hua'an No. 1 Middle School, and we want to see what good techniques can be practiced in the Dengyun Martial Arts Museum," Wang Zhongwang said, adding another "the kind that doesn't practice anymore."

He also has cowardice. Wouldn’t this old man practise both of his legs? Look at Gao Jier and form a big fat ball. This Huang Delong is thin like a monkey. There is no point here. Normal people.

"I have a hundred skills in the Yunwu Pavilion, and my skills can be passed to the sky, and both children can learn."

The old man stared at Xu Zhi, but he didn't see Xu Zhi's appearance as a senior cultivator. Both children were very young, and no senior cultivator could come out of Hua'an No. 1 High School.

How Gao Gaoji's cotton gong was broken, Yang Bailao didn't figure it out.

"If you want to participate in the Provincial Games, the practice time is somewhat short."

Old Yang Bai seemed to be very proficient in high school matters. He pushed the wheelchair to the front. When he reached the desk, he pulled open the drawer and pulled out a big red book.

"If you want to participate in long-distance running, you can practice this tumbling earth dragon. This practice is easy to achieve. It can also reduce some energy consumption during long-distance running. It is also very good."

Yang Bailao found a kung fu in Dahong Book and said to them.

Xu Zhi looked carefully, and then there was a small paragraph, basic breathing method, this old product was really a named madman.

"It's up to Huanglong to lose weight. The orthodox slimming exercises can let you pass some narrow barriers and are also used in the provincial games."

The small print above is a slight adjustment of bones to reduce bones.

Ever.

"Dayan Pipa Gong"

Teach people to paddle, pass.

"Deep Sea Town Dragon Fight"

Teach the kicker, too.

"Xingyi Four Saints Bodyguarding Dafa"

Crushed boulders in the chest.

...

"Curator, do you have a point here?"

Xu Zhi swallowed and swallowed. How do these old exercises look more serious than one? Although they are different from the names of the hundred exercises on the red paper, the content is the same. what.

"We are Sister Gu Yuxi's younger brother, can you use these exercises to pit us."

Xu Zhi decided to go straight in, what kind of ghost skills this old man has come up with.

If one hundred thousand yuan is to practice these skills, Xu Zhi might as well buy one hundred thousand yuan for tofu, smashing a thousand pieces of tofu a day, and two hundred days in a row. The tofu training body is stronger than these exercises.

"People in the rain" Yang Bai stunned. There were very few people who knew the relationship between Dengyun Wuguan and Gu Yuxi. It seems that these two relationships are true.

However, what does it matter to come to the Dengyun Wuguan? Yang Bailao has some puzzles.

"Old decay is just a door guard for Miss Gu's family in the early years, and the exercises can't be a hall of grace. That ordinary person can practice well. You, the arrogant of heaven, come to the old deceased martial arts hall. That is the wrong place."

Yang Bai old smiled bitterly, Gu Changying was excluded, and these people followed him~www.wuxiaspot.com~Some found another way, some worked in Gu Changying's foundation, and some people were like him. In general, Gu Changying gave a place to settle down and lived a life.

With the help of Gu's family, Yang Bailao opened this martial arts hall.

A small part of his martial arts exercises are practiced by himself. Most of them come from the black market. They are low-grade exercises. The risks are not big, but their power is also limited.

Most of the martial arts halls in Hua'an City are like him. The practice is only eighth-class and nineth-class exercises. Even for him, he only relies on a set of seven-class exercises of Qi and two sets of martial arts.

Those of the higher grade are all in the same school, and only income disciples can learn, but it is not a big deal that can be learned by spending 100,000 yuan.

Even his Qiliu Qiqi technique can only be learned by his disciples, one can imagine other places.

The martial arts hall is just a place where ordinary qualified children practice to find the way. How many deep things come, even if there are, it is still a problem for those children who don’t learn.

He has many skills in martial arts, and some high school students think about two more skills, so they may come to him to study for one.

After all, there are still some effects of acrobatics. Compared with high school schools who only tap talents and practice Qi alone, these acrobatics have some appeal.

And a skill needs to be taught for a long time, and the charges are not high.

"Why don't we go back and get it right?"

Wang Zhongwang resigned, and his father was pitted again this time.

"I think you are right"

Xu Zhi nodded his head, worked hard at work, still practiced a lot of energy in high school, and exercised his body as much as possible. These exercises of Yang Bailao may be suitable for ordinary students to add a means, but they are not suitable for this group of them, and it is easy to lose the gain. The only joy is that the boy Liuli seems to be well integrated here and can learn a little bit of skill.