Achen still felt a little dreamy, and he became a disciple of the martial arts lecture hall like this?

You should know that the master now needs to be tested for his disciples. It is not only talent, but also character, but also character, because the master is also afraid of receiving a ungrateful disciple.

Even those very greedy masters did not relax at all about this, but at present, he actually didn't even have an assessment and became an introductory disciple, which was really something he could not imagine.

In fact, the reason why he came to the martial arts lecture hall was not only the reason he just mentioned, but also the secret point was that other martial arts halls did not accept him. Not only did he offend Feng Tianche, but he also had sentenced him to a sect.

He Qianjie Achen, the famous one in the Hei Shihui Society and the martial arts museum circle, are all well-known because he is cruel enough to fight and fight.

But because of this, he offended many people, and other gangs do not want to cause such trouble and diligence.

"Master, don't you test me?" Achen was still a little worried. If Lin Feng regretted it, he would really have no place to learn martial arts.

Lin Feng stared at Achen in a white shirt and smiled and said, "What are you taking? Is one plus one equal to two? Don't joke, I only look at fate when I accept disciples, and I never consider the others."

"Then aren't you afraid of receiving ungrateful wolves?" Achen plucked up his courage and looked directly at Lin Feng and asked.

"White-eyed wolf?" Lin Feng murmured, then stared at Achen tightly, with an evil smile on his lips, "If you have that ability, you can do it, but then don't expect me to be nostalgic for you."

After all, Achen was not the boss of the powerful Axe Gang later. Now he is at most a bad boy, so in the face of Lin Feng's scrutiny, he unconsciously lowered his head and did not dare to look at him. "Master, Master, I'm too worried. Achen is definitely not that kind of person."

"I'll talk about it later if you don't worry too much. Now the master will give you the first task to get started." Lin Feng didn't bother with this topic and changed the topic directly.

"I would also like to ask the master to ask Achen to go up to the mountain of swords and sea of ​​fire, and he would never frown." Achen patted his chest and promised that this first task would definitely be done beautifully.

"Take this and go to the street to pull two junior brothers. I'll give you a commission." Lin Feng gave Achen a loudspeaker, and turned around and walked towards the inner hall. "The master is a little tired, go inside to drink tea. If you pull the disciple, call me."

"Ah?" Achen held the speaker and hadn't reacted much, "No, Master, this is the task you gave me?"

Achen wanted to ask again, but saw Lin Feng's figure turning into the inner hall, so he had no choice but to give up asking.

Looking at the loudspeaker in his hand, Achen felt that he had been deceived. Is he here to learn martial arts or work?

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Hongjia Iron Fist

In the practice room, there were chattering and noises endlessly. The disciples of Iron Fist were discussing today's events. Hong Zhen, who was a little pale, sat on the chair of the Taishi Chair in the center, with an unhappy expression.

Today, he was very embarrassed on the ring, but he was not seriously injured. Lin Feng's kick had already taken away most of his strength, otherwise Hong Zhen would have been refusing to sulk here.

Most people who practice martial arts know some medical skills, especially half-step masters like Hong Zhen, who are more sensitive to their own situation. He also knows his own situation and is not seriously injured, but his body is not hurt, but his spirit and face are greatly damaged.

Today, I was kicked away in front of so many people and was so angry that I exploded when I thought about it.

"Stop making a noise!" Hong Zhen shattered the handle of the Taishi Chair with his palm.

When all the disciples saw that the master was angry, they quickly shut up and looked at Hong Zhen.

"Li Shan, the martial arts museum has notified it?" Hong Zhen looked at his eldest disciple and asked.

Li Shan, who was standing at the forefront on the right, took a step and replied respectfully: "Go back to the master, the 12th Road Tan Le Lin family, the Zhang family, the Monkey Fist, the Wulang Bagua Stick Chen family and other martial arts museums that are in contact with our iron wire fisting have all been notified. Other museums have also said hello to the Feng Gang Master. Now all the martial arts museums have released their wind. Whoever dares to join the martial arts lecture hall is to go against our entire martial arts association."

When Hong Zhen heard the result, he nodded with satisfaction, and then a trace of gloom flashed across his face, "Don't he want to open a martial arts school? I'll see how he can open it now!"

Li Shan echoed, "The martial arts lecture hall is too arrogant. He looks down on our entire martial arts association, that is, he is an enemy of our entire martial arts association. Don't expect us to help him if there is anything."

Hong Zhen snorted coldly, "Help him? I won't help him even if I beat him to death, just don't kill him. Xiaoshan, go and send someone to stare at him and see who dares to attend the martial arts lecture hall. You should know what to do then?"

"Don't worry, master, I understand!" Li Shan smiled, clasped his fists at Hong Zhen, and turned around and wanted to leave.

"I was so narrow-minded in the Hong family's iron-line fist. I didn't expect that the head of the sect was so narrow-minded. I had a sense of experience, admire him, admire him!"

A sound of mockery suddenly came from outside the gate.

"Who is talking nonsense! Get out!" Li Shan turned around and shouted at the door.

All the disciples turned to look at the door, with bad eyes.

Hong Zhen narrowed his eyes, his anger was slowly increasing. Today was so frustrating, but now he encountered someone who was provoking trouble. Do you really think that the Hong family's iron-line fist was made of mud?

As the sunlight dimmed, a figure that was not too high suddenly appeared at the door.

Hong Zhen looked at the person who came, his hair was a little loose, as if he was about to be bald, his eyes seemed to be not opened, he was dressed in Zhongshan outfit, dressed meticulously all over his body, and looked like a successful person.

"Who are you?" Li Shan quickly walked to the person who came and shouted sternly.

"Ant, I'm not qualified to talk to me!"

The visitor didn't say a word of nonsense, and kicked Li Shan away with one kick, just like his master Hong Zhen, but compared to Hong Zhen, his luck was relatively poor. He was directly installed on a weapon stand and was penetrated by a knife. He could not die again.

"Big, senior brother!"

The disciples in the audience were stunned for a few seconds before they realized, and looked at Li Shan's death with regret and shouted sadly.

"Bold!" Hong Zhen was furious like a mad lion, slapped the Grand Master's chair under the seat with a palm, jumped out of the field, stared at the visitor, and asked sternly: "Who are you!?"

The visitor didn't take Hong Zhen seriously at all. He tidied up the loose buttons on his own, and he had almost strict requirements on his clothes.
Chapter completed!