Proficiency Panel Right At The Beginning

"What the hell are you talking about!"

Song Jingxian slapped the table furiously. If Chen Wen hadn't stopped her in time, she might have rushed up to give Lu Ren some fruit.

Some people are like this. They are so overwhelmed by the sense of justice that sometimes they ignore it and only accept the facts they see before them. Preconceived prejudices are really big.

This Song Jingxian is obviously a junior brother.

Lu Ren raised his body backwards. During this period of time, he has seriously studied the relevant laws.

But the other party's temper really made him a little unhappy and said bluntly.

"This police officer, if you hurt me for no reason out of selfishness, I have reason to wonder if I told the truth and you became angry and wanted to kill me."

With such a big hat buttoned down, if Lu Ren really sued Song Jingxian about this outfit, he would be stripped off.

These words really exploded at one point, how could Song Jingxian bear this.

"Okay, okay."

Chen Wen hurriedly opened his mouth. Seeing that Song Jingxian still wanted to speak, he couldn't help scolding: "You go out first."

Song Jingxian gave Lu Ren a bitter look, and left the inquiry room silently.

Two hours later, Lu Ren watched helplessly as the brightly dressed Meng Xian, wearing a pair of handcuffs and staring at him, entered the detention room.

It was early morning after leaving the police station, and after Lu Ren exhaled quite refreshedly, a trace of solemnity appeared on Lu Ren's face.

Luo Zixuan's family has a lot of energy. If you sincerely want to mess with him, it's still very easy. Although it's a modern society, many times when you have a lot of contacts and money, you will have many means to deal with him.

That Meng Xian was probably in a daze. Although she got away with the lawyer's words, she had already made a reservation at the police station. Once Lu Ren was persecuted, she would be the number one suspect.

This is what Chen Wen said to Lu Ren himself, and Lu Ren has no doubts about it.

Lu Ren touched the stick behind his waist.

He needs more training to deal with it, and then back squat the other side.

Compared with learning martial arts, it is faster to fight in Sanda. Lu Ren felt the system prompt sound that had not dissipated in his mind.

Lu Ren seems to think that it doesn't make much difference which one to learn, anyway, there is a system, and from the character panel, he can form a system skill.

The next day, Lu Ren, who slept until the sun was high, got up to wash up, cooked a bowl of noodles and ate it, then went downstairs and went straight to the Liran Fighting Club. Just as he was about to go in, a slightly vicissitudes voice sounded from the side.

"Young man, look at your dignified face. Is it because you are not in good health and want to exercise, but you think the fee is too high?"

Hearing the sound, Lu Ren turned his head and saw that it was the owner of a supermarket nearby.

Greasy, sloppy, fat, and unshaven, a middle-aged uncle in his forties or fifties jumped into Lu Ren's eyes.

Seeing the other party looking at him with a smile, Lu Ren's expression changed.

"The boss has connections?"

"Yes! There must be! Do you want to come in and take a look?"

When the greasy boss heard it, his face was full of enthusiasm.

After confirming that the other party was not in any danger, he twisted his left hand slightly, and after confirming that the injury he suffered last night would not affect his activities, he said this.

"You can take a look."

Following the greasy boss into the canteen, he saw the other party take out a bottle of medicinal oil from behind the counter and put it on the counter.

"Hey, you only need to apply a thin layer of this. Last time, a little brother took it back and painted the whole bottle. Hey, that guy was in the hospital in time, otherwise it would be dangerous. myself."

The expression on Lu Ren's face was a bit exciting, and after a long while, he finally choked out a sentence: "I don't need these, I just want to exercise."

He also thought that this guy could meet some high-level people in the market.

Greasy Boss was stunned for a moment, and then said unkindly: "Little brother, I don't return the goods!"

Lu Ren said expressionlessly: "Buy and sell by force?"

He immediately took out the phone: "Careful, I called 315 to complain, and the store that forced to buy and sell has sealed your letter, believe it or not."

Seeing that Lu Ren is so tough, Boss Greasy quickly laughed and said: "Hey, hey, don't tell me, just kidding, as for, don't you just want to exercise, I have a secret method!"

"Secret method? What?"

The greasy boss smiled mysteriously: "Do you want to come in and take a look? I promise, I will never let you down, as the so-called physical fitness is the source of solid foundation"

Lu Ren showed a look of hesitation. He always felt that there was something wrong, but finally nodded and said: "You can take a look."

Following the greasy boss to the inner room of the supermarket, after entering a door, he couldn't help being slightly taken aback by the environment of the house that greeted Lu Ren's eyes.

This is a practice room in the style of an antique martial arts hall. The overall space is nearly 200 square meters. The floor is covered with a thick solid wood floor. There is an incense table in front of it, and a large calligraphy post on the wall.

'fist'

To be honest, if it weren't for the regular Chinese character for fist underneath, Lu Ren really wouldn't be able to tell that the wild grass-level ghost painting symbol is a word for 'quan'.

"You here..." Lu Ren was puzzled.

Greasy Boss seemed to see the 'shocked' expression on Lu Ren's face, and his face was overflowing with satisfaction.

He exhaled smoke rings, and said solemnly: "I am the sixteenth generation master of the ancient Huaxia Wuhuang Jiquan school, Yan Zhenghua!"

Lu Ren: "Sorry, I haven't heard of it, is it Chuanwu?"

Ninety percent of them are fake masters who are called so tall!

Yan Zhenghua, the greasy boss, said: "What do you know? The real ancient martial arts are all aimed at defeating the enemy with one blow. The slightly more ruthless ones will injure people's vital points. How can this kind of boxing be spread widely and be passed down to my generation? It's not bad. And this boxing method can be described as the essence of boxing. It can strengthen your body and make you have a charming figure. The eight-pack abs is completely trivial!

Going one step further, you can defend your body with infinite power, fast as lightning, punches like landslides, and kicks like steel whips. In the end, you can fly over eaves and walls, walk against the wind, and use a flying sword from the dantian to kill people thousands of miles away. , can ascend in the daytime and live forever, but..."

Hearing Yan Zhenghua's words became more and more outrageous, Lu Ren's face became more and more ugly.

"Stop it, stop it for me!"

Seeing Yan Zhenghua's big belly, three-tiered chin, and spit flying everywhere, Lu Ren said seriously: "Boss Yan, now is the era of the rule of law, I don't think it is necessary to learn this, and I just want to learn something." It's normal."

Also, I have never heard of Laoshizi's Huangjiquan boxing method, it is almost like the result of the author's random naming in a third-rate novel.

Seeing that Lu Ren was about to leave, Yan Zhenghua shouted: "Don't worry, I know many kinds of martial arts! And it's very cheap!"

He pulled out a watermelon knife and a feather duster from the side, lifted his clothes to reveal his big belly, kept shaking his hands and gesticulating, and then slapped himself hard with the blade of the knife, and a red mark suddenly appeared on his belly.

Seeing that Lu Ren smacked his tongue in his heart.

He shouted loudly: "Iron cloth shirt, after training, the whole body is as hard as iron, invulnerable to swords and guns, and also invulnerable to water and fire. If you practice it in five days, you will be charged 800!"

Seeing Lu Ren's distressed face, Yan Zhenghua dropped his hands and took out a yo-yo from his pocket.

Yan Zhenghua straightly spread his legs apart, threw the yo-yo out of his waist, and said in a heavy voice: "The blood droplet originated in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties. It came from a unique assassination weapon in Da Nei. It is really true that it takes a person's head from thousands of miles away. It's as easy as flipping the palm of your hand, you can grab it with your hands!"