Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

The staff of the cold cafeteria left. Teacher Wang had a straight face and pointed at the boy who had changed to a pig's trotter to eat. Well, this kid has such a big appetite. He ate a pig's trotter in a while.

"Who can tell me who he is?"

Several coaching students looked at each other.

Teacher Wang became even more angry.

"Do you know how tense the situation is now?"

"O Yama!"

"He picked up the murderers of the Thirteen Martial Arts Schools in a row!"

"Don't think about it. With his style, he will definitely be on his way!"

"even!"

Teacher Wang’s face was solemn.

"Yam Luo has already arrived at the Children's Palace, so that's not necessarily the case."

As he spoke, Teacher Wang scanned the cafeteria with vigilant eyes.

Several students and coaches were all very nervous by his attitude, and their throats twitched.

"This is a serious duel with the warrior's honor and dignity at stake!"

"If he wants to kick the gym, we'll take over!"

"And it has to be done beautifully so that no one can find fault with it!"

Although he lowered his voice, Teacher Wang was still quite imposing.

"You all need to make it clear to me. Our Children's Palace Kendo Class is in a critical situation. How can we allow an outsider to participate in pre-war mobilization at will? This is a taboo!"

Someone raised their hand.

"Well, teacher, he actually said that he is not an outsider."

"He is nothing but an outsider!"

Teacher Wang raised his hand high and lowered it gently. The movement of slapping the table was like a mosquito or a fly, which made people have to sigh at the strength and softness of one hand.

"Ah, tell me, he is not wearing the uniform of our kendo class, and he says he is not an unrelated person, then what is he! Yama!"

Teacher Wang laughed as he said this. He felt that he was really humorous. Let’s see what it means to be calm during big events, and what it means to remain calm even when Mount Tai is about to collapse. How can he still do it when Yama is about to come to his door? It’s amazing if you have a sense of humor.

Yes, how humorous. Who is Yama? He fought in the Thirteen Martial Arts Hall all morning without losing. This is also because he was born at the wrong time. In ancient times, with Yama's skills, a martial arts champion would be easily captured. On the battlefield, that's it. A peerless warrior who can defeat a hundred with one.

If Yama was born in the Three Kingdoms, then it would not be the Three Heroes fighting against Lu Bu, you know, it would be Yama fighting against the world. In front of this fierce man, the three heroes of Lu Bu are nothing more than a mere brawler!

Although they are enemies, Teacher Wang feels that he and Yama have sympathy for each other and have reached a spiritual resonance. He can understand that Yama has no place to display his good skills, even if he defeats martial arts schools all over the world, his enthusiasm is waning.

Teacher Wang couldn't help but sigh when he thought of this. He also thought that he would have to introduce Chu Zihang to Yama Luo if he had the opportunity in the future. That boy was really talented in swordsmanship. It was a waste of money for him. If he could learn one and a half moves from Yama Luo, The 20,000 tuition fees paid by Chu Zihang were not in vain.

He is just such a martial arts powerhouse, a master-like person. I heard that he is not very young yet, but he is even more talented. As the saying goes, since ancient times, heroes have emerged from youth, and this is Yama.

How could a character like this be the child in front of me happily chewing on pig's trotters? It doesn't fit in at all.

"Yes, I am Yama."

The young man was holding a pig's trotter in his mouth. His face was obviously oily, but his smile was so clean.

Wait what did he say?

Teacher Wang froze.

There is an idiom that can accurately describe his current mood.

transfixed.

Finally, he came to his senses and spoke with difficulty.

"Who are you?"

Lu Mingfei put down the pig's trotters. For some reason, Teacher Wang felt relieved. It was probably because he saw the idol who had just been disillusioned come back to life.

Then Lu Mingfei grabbed the chicken legs.

While eating, he cupped his fists at everyone in the kendo class present, nodded enthusiastically and raised his eyebrows, his smiling face was not straight, but no one dared to look down upon him.

The truth is like this, if you are an ordinary person with the same dissolute behavior, you are uneducated and have a diseased mind, but if you look at Hong Qigong, you have a noble demeanor and a free and easy mind.

Lu Mingfei is very free and easy, without any of the idol baggage of a master.

"I am the twenty-sixth generation leader of the Dragon and Snake Secret Tradition of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Yama."

"You are all polite."

Teacher Wang really wanted to find a place to die.

Or even if you roll your eyes and faint.

Right now, immediately, immediately.

It's a pity that ordinary people in this world have not yet evolved the means to use their minds to interfere with reality.

Unless your eyes can change color and you are lucky enough to get a good word spirit.

Obviously, Teacher Wang is not so lucky.

Many years later, facing the crowded arena of the world's best martial arts competition, Teacher Wang from the kendo class will surely think of that distant noon when Yama Luo came to show him the real martial arts for the first time. At that time, Yama Luo was still a young man chewing pig trotters and smiling brightly. People still don’t know what dragons and hybrids represent. As for the 2012 doomsday prediction left by the Mayans, they can only be regarded as fantasies of the ancients.

While the world was arguing endlessly about who would win the title of Martial Saint in the new generation, a consensus was miraculously reached.

In other words, there is no dispute about the choice of the first generation of Martial Saint.

There is and only one person.

Anyone can name him.

Number one in the world.

As one of the first people to get acquainted with the first generation of martial arts saints, Teacher Wang finally agreed after being invited by many domestic and foreign media. He pushed through the fog of history, crossed the mountains and rivers of the long years, and returned to the cafeteria of the Children's Palace. Looking at the smile as clean as a neighbor's Home boy teenager.

"Who could have imagined that the boy chewing the pig's trotters would usher in a glorious era." ——Weiwo Sword, Wang Chao.

It stands to reason that the situation is extremely urgent at this time.

He has competed in thirteen martial arts schools and challenged no less than fifty head coaches in a row without losing any of them. Yama, who has achieved such a record, can be called a myth. The kendo class must be vigilant and not relax at all.

However, it is not.

When Lu Mingfei revealed his identity, Teacher Wang thought that the next step would be tense. With Yama's ferocity, a fight might start here directly.

His back was covered in cold sweat.

But the next sentence after Yama said "Everyone is polite" was not "Please enlighten me".

Rather.

"Everyone has a good time eating and drinking."

Lu Mingfei greeted his newly met dining friend cordially.

"Come on, come on, you're welcome, eat with all your heart, you will be struck to death by lightning if you waste food."

Everyone froze as soon as they picked up the chopsticks.

Hero, I don’t think thunder can kill people. It’s probably your fist that sends us on our way.

It's a threat, it must be a threat, right?

Isn't it just a meal? They never thought that one day, eating would be as dangerous as a self-driving trip in the Middle East.

Going over there, it might be a battlefield, but if you're lucky and have all the equipment, you still have a pretty good chance of survival.

Eating with Yama is different. Didn't you listen to what he said? If you waste food, you will die. Listen, listen, what a vicious person can say this!

They didn't dare not believe it. Those who didn't believe it had already gone to the hospital. Thirteen martial arts schools were in dire straits.