The shirtless dead soldiers welcomed their master back to the martial arts hall.

Nalan Qian was also surrounded by them.

When she looked from a distance, she could still scream excitedly. At this moment, she blushed slightly at close range, following Yu Nan tightly, without looking sideways.

There are big muscle bulls around, very shy.

Sima Xin and Ling Feng both wrapped their collars tightly and walked carefully, even waving their hands seemed so restrictive...

The Yujia warehouse is large enough, covering an area of ​​dozens of acres, so after it was rebuilt according to Yunan's concept, it was like a square park.

As for outsiders who come to play in the restaurant, what they can see is only a small part of the gatehouse and ancillary. I don’t know that there is actually a broad world inside.

"Thank you for your hard work, brothers."

When Yu Nan saw the dead soldiers' energetic appearance, he felt very accomplished.

Wu Song does grow very fast.

Before, he could only be considered a thug at most, but now, the martial arts hall is managed in an orderly manner and the environmental sanitation is quite excellent.

After entering the martial arts hall, they obviously forgot that the horses were still tied to the small tree.

I'm being targeted at this moment.

Some warriors who failed to kick the house or were kicked and were waiting to disband, saw the seven big horses left by Yu Nan and others by the small tree, and they had bad intentions.

Let's go and have a chance.

The dead soldier who was randomly thrown there was even younger than Yu Nan, and he was just a childish child.

The Dead Soldier is not necessarily tall, powerful, ferocious, and the No. 123 nicknamed by his brothers Duolemi is one of them.

When he saw twenty or thirty people approaching with malicious intentions, Duolaimi stood up from the grass with a grass stem in his mouth.

At this moment, he spitted the grass stem, clapped his hands, and shouted:

"What are you going to do?"

Some of the warriors sneered: "Little devil, don't meddle in other people's business."

Duolaimi scratched her head, looked at the direction of the Feilong Martial Arts Hall, and then looked back.

He shouted again: "This is my master's horse. You must get closer, don't blame me for being rude."

When these people heard this, they were so happy that they were all over the place.

"What kind of master is calling you very well? I think you just want to curry favor with the Feilong Martial Arts Hall and the little brat in Yu Nan."

No one would listen to a child, and he did not think he was Yu Nan's person.

Seeing this, Duolaimi moved quickly, so he picked up a thin branch one-meter long from the ground and drew a circle around the horse's location.

Then he returned to his original place and pointed at the warriors who were getting closer and closer: "For the first time, you can't step into this circle, otherwise..."

"Second warning, don't force me!"

"Third... I'll go! Get out of this circle!"

A warrior has stepped into the line he drew.

Warning some people is to be polite, and some people don’t need to warn them.

The branches in Duolaimi's hand were slashed horizontally, and she heard a series of robes being scratched.

The warriors who entered the circle looked down and immediately screamed.

The robe was like it was cut by a sharp blade, leaving a straight and straight thorn.

It was a little fat, and wounds were blooming on the flesh.

Some of the injured jumped out of the circle immediately, but the rest were conditioned reflexes, who had previously wanted to catch this crazy naughty child.

Duolaimi tapped the branch in her hand and attacked quickly, opening blood holes on these people.

It's like when it rains, big drops of rain hit the water and bloomed flowers.

Pupu puff, he then flew up at an incredible speed, whispered out in the air, called out the egg, and kicked one person as his chest and one leg!

All of these warriors who were injured in the circle and refused to leave were immediately kicked out.

Well, there is no one in these circles again, so the rice lands easily, and the hands are folded in the chest, holding the thin branch in one hand, shaking it gently.

The warriors feel that the little kid is like a teacher in school at this moment.

With sharp eyes, staring at the students below, if any student dares to move around casually or whisper, the teaching stick in his hand will be knocked down.

Oh……

He is just a child and it is not a big threat.

Brothers, come on, even children can’t beat them, how can you do it?

Duolaimi's movements were so fast that some of the injuries suffered by the previous warriors were not noticed.

Now the few behind are rushing up...

In the Feilong Martial Arts Hall, Yu Nan and others were visiting and listening to Wu Song’s report.

When Nalan Qian heard the noise of joking outside the door, she couldn't help but worry, "Is there someone else coming to kick the restaurant?"

The third girl stopped and listened, shook her head, indicating that there was nothing.

"It's okay, it's not from our house."

Isn't it normal to fight and make trouble?

If there are crowds of warriors outside, accidentally stepping on their feet, looking at each other, it may cause a bloody crime, which is normal.

Nalan Qian was skeptical and continued to keep up with the team.

Yu Nan visited for a while and felt that it would not affect the normal working order of the martial arts hall.

So he said, "What are your arrangements for the next day?"

Wu Song replied: "At the moment we opened, as long as we waited in the martial arts hall, people came to the door to kick the hall all day long, and there were fewer and fewer people behind... So, recently, in daily life, we are waiting for people to come to the door in the morning and in the afternoon."

Not bad, know how to be flexible and flexible, this is the cultivation of a qualified martial arts master.

"Then what you should do now, don't hello to me."

"Okay lord, no one comes to kick the house. We will practice it ourselves and then practice the combined attack technique."

As for a martial arts hall, this is called a martial arts hall.

People come and go all day long, should I practice?

Fortunately, the dead soldiers are very conscious and always hold on to the precious free time between kicking the hall to being kicked.

Wu Song brought a few stools to his master and his friends and sat on a high place in the square.

This makes it easier to watch the martial arts performances of the dead men condescendingly.

The inheritance of Hongshan Sect is mainly based on Hongshan sword technique, and there is no suitable death warrior.

However, later, Yu Nan found many kinds of martial arts skills in the room of books left by his father, which were handed over to the dead soldiers to study and ponder.

The self-attribute skills carried by the Dead Warrior from the system are not fixed.

They can learn other skills, too.

These skills can be improved with continuous practice.

Yu Nan himself has been studying how to make the dead men embark on the path of immortal cultivation and constantly experimenting.

This is not an easy-to-solve problem.

Even though there are 255 dead soldiers now, there is no warrior dead soldiers who can cultivate immortals at the same time.

On the other hand, the martial artist cultivation system was not relaxed, and the dead soldiers could practice and make progress.

If one day, all 100,000 dead soldiers are unlocked and all reach the peak of the martial god in the martial arts cultivation system, that is not impossible.

While talking to his childhood playmates, Wu Song had already formed a formation for practicing boxing with the dead soldiers.

Aww...
Chapter completed!