Hong Qitian looked at Lin Feng who was walking towards him and twitched the corners of his mouth.

When Lin Feng was selling books just now, he was sharp-eyed and could see clearly that the so-called Kunlun School "Toad Kung Fu" was printed and distributed at only two cents, but this black-hearted guy sold it to him for a full ten yuan.

With a profit of 500 times, I usually take an apprentice and teach boxing for a total of about ten yuan. Hong Qitian, who almost couldn't control himself, wanted to sell books with Lin Feng.

Fortunately, Hong Qitian finally held on, and at the same time he did not intend to stop Lin Feng's behavior. There was no way. Now the entire martial arts museum on Heqian Street owed him a favor, even himself.

Lin Feng walked to Hong Qitian, without saying nonsense, and said straight to the point: "I'll beat you away. We will follow the agreement. You can't hinder my disciples from now on. If you dare to continue coming, then I don't mind playing with you."

Hong Qitian heard the threatening meaning in Lin Feng's tone, smiled bitterly, and said, "Don't worry, the agreement is an agreement, we will abide by it. I, Hong Qitian, have guaranteed it with the reputation of the president of the Wushu Association. In the future, you will only have friends and no enemies in the martial arts hall in the front street."

Speaking of this, Hong Qitian stood up, looked around, and asked loudly: "Have you all heard it clearly?!"

"I heard it clearly!"

In the practice room, all the disciples said in unison that not only the disciples of Hong Family Fist, but also Wulang Bagua Stick, Twelve Road Tan Le, etc. More than a dozen martial arts disciples from the martial arts halls in Qianjie agreed with Hong Qitian's statement.

Lin Feng grinned, but he didn't expect that this trip not only solved the problem of accepting disciples, but also gained friendship with Qianjie Wushu Museum. Now his books are not worried about not being able to sell them.

While he was happy, Lin Feng took out four or five books from his arms and introduced to everyone: "Thank you for your support. I, Lin Feng, was deeply moved. For this reason, I specially brought out a few secret books passed down from my family and dedicated them to everyone. After practicing my secret books, you can become as powerful as me. Now our martial arts school does activities, it doesn't cost 998 yuan, just ten yuan. How about it?

Hong Qitian rolled his eyes and forced himself to turn his head, otherwise he would be afraid that he would not be able to control his emotions and take back all the things he just said.

The disciples all fainted. They didn't want to be suckers and did not want to offend Lin Feng, so they had to smile with them, not knowing what to say.

Lin Feng thought that everyone did not believe in him, so he introduced harder: "You must believe that my secret book is unique and authentic. In addition to the price and surprises, there are also on-site guidance activities, so everyone is more moved than to take action. Come and buy it quickly."

As he spoke, Lin Feng walked towards everyone with a book, wanting to show everyone the richness of his own products.

"Lord Lin!" Hong Qitian couldn't stand it and stopped Lin Feng in time.

Lin Feng turned his head and asked in confusion: "Is there anything wrong? President Hong."

Hong Qitian coughed lightly and said, "Now everyone is disturbed by the evil god of Fire Cloud. They have to deal with their own families. I think it's better to let them go back first. When we finish dealing with the matters in our hands, we are slowly talking about the matters. Do you think it's okay?"

When everyone heard this, they replied in unison, and some simply thanked him directly and then said goodbye.

Lin Feng looked at Chen Hai lying on the ground not far away and nodded, "Okay, let everyone do it first, anyway, there will be time in the future."

Others thanked and left after receiving amnesty.

When everyone was about to leave, Lin Feng suddenly came back and shouted.

"What's wrong, Master Lin?" Hong Qitian looked at Lin Feng speechlessly. This guy was shocked and could scare him to death.

"You, what did you say that uncle's name just now?" Lin Feng stared at him like a bell, and his whole face was full of disbelief.

"The Evil God of Fire Cloud? What's wrong? Is there any problem?" Hong Qitian was happy and said, "You played for a long time, but you didn't even know the name of your opponent.

After getting confirmed again, Lin Feng looked in disbelief and muttered, "That guy was the Fire Cloud Evil God just now? Then I taught his toad skills? I'm beloved, what have I done."

Hong Qitian was already a little used to Lin Feng's crazy words, so he let Lin Feng talk to himself somewhere. He recruited two disciples and asked his disciples to help him into the inner hall, and he was invisible.

Lin Feng didn't care about Hong Qitian's attitude. He walked out of the practice room alone. Along the way, he was thinking about the evil god of Fire Cloud. He stopped thinking when he was about to reach the martial arts lecture hall.

A long way away, Lin Feng saw Achen discussing something with a few of his peers in ragged clothes. He did not bother him and turned around and walked directly into the martial arts lecture hall.

After going up the second floor, Mr. Yuan was making tea, as if waiting for him.

As soon as Lin Feng sat down, Master Yuan handed him a cup of brewed tea and drank boiled water himself.

"I didn't expect you to be so powerful that even Hong Qitian gave you a favor." Mr. Yuan took a sip of boiled water, "Just just now, someone had sent a letter from the Martial Arts Association. There would be no restrictions on the martial arts lecture hall to collect disciples, and the Beggars' Sect will not be excluded by them if you have the blessing."

Lin Feng asked in confusion: "Isn't this good? Why do you look depressed?"

"I'm not unhappy, I'm just a little dissatisfied." Master Yuan drank the boiled water and said angrily: "Why did I have been an agent for three years and I haven't sold a single book? You go to sell the book, but in less than three days, I'll sell it? Just because you are handsome?!"

Lin Feng thought it was something extraordinary, but he was angry when he heard that he was selling books.

Lin Feng also learned to dry the tea with Master Yuan, and then smiled and said, "You really don't know. People really bought books because I am handsome and have high martial arts skills."

"Gogun!" Master Yuan waved his hand angrily, "My grandpa, when I was young, I was much more handsome than you, the younger generation. That is, I have not liked to dress up in recent years, otherwise what about you?"

Lin Feng looked at Mr. Yuan’s upper body was dark and his bottom was torn, and even his crotch had a slit. He nodded seriously and exclaimed: “Mr. Yuan, you are more beautiful than Pan An. Boy can compete with you. What you said is right, what you said is right."

Master Yuan snorted coldly. How could he not hear the truth or false words in Lin Feng's mouth? But now he can't be angry with him. As he thought about it, he was happy again, "You kid, you are indeed better than me, but you are only a little better than me."

Lin Fengtou looked like a chicken pecking at rice, "Yes, yes, yes, I'm just a little better than my parents. As for martial arts, I can't compare to you, Mr. Yuan."

"Okay!" Master Yuan waved his hand disdainfully, "You flatter me, don't you just want me to cancel your request for help? OK, now your goal has been achieved, get out of here quickly."
Chapter completed!