suburbs.

The White Ape Martial Arts Hall looks small in scale and is also remote in location.

On the martial arts practice field, a thin and energetic old man sat on the chair with a big sword, playing with a purple clay teapot in his hand, and urging two young people to practice: "Asan, Xiao Bo, our white ape spirit is to stand up and stand up, and stand up to live, Kung Fu is dead, people are alive, if you stand this stance, your qi and blood are just a monkey, a heart ape! To conquer the heart ape means to subdue your own qi and blood, you can hold the pill..."

"Master, we can't do it."

Xiao Bo and Asan barely maintained the same position for a long time, and suddenly fell to the ground with a wailing sound, his face full of blood red.

"Ah... people eat much better now than before, and there are so many kinds of nutritional medicines. You all follow the best configuration. Your body has met the requirements, but your spirit, tsk tsk, is far worse than the ancients."

The old man shook his head in disgust and suddenly looked at the door.

"Martial Artist, White Ape Liu San?"

Zhong Shenxiu strode in, following Luo Xiaoqing behind her.

Since he got some great success in playing the restaurant last time, he will definitely lead the broadcaster in this kind of private competition.

As for open competitions, naturally, there is no need for broadcasting on TV.

"It's me!"

The old man took a sip of tea and suddenly smiled: "Are you here to become a disciple, you are here to play a kiosk?"

"If you want to play, you can pass our level first."

Xiao Bo immediately jumped up, but his legs were trembling, as if the wind was about to blow.

The White Ape Stump just now was too exhausting, and he was now like a soft-legged shrimp.

"My name is Zhong Shenxiu. This time I came here mainly for the recommendation letter from the Martial Arts Association. I wonder if the master can help?" Zhong Shenxiu said honestly and unceremoniously.

"I asked my master to publish a letter of recommendation, and I still have this attitude." Assang was immediately unhappy: "Dream..."

"Hey!"

Liu San stood up and shook his head slowly: "Asan, don't underestimate the guests. This friend, I am old and I can't beat you and don't want to fight anymore. Why not Wendou and come and have a hand."

He stretched out his right hand, his palm was old and thin, and his surface seemed to be wrinkled like an old tree bark.

"It's OK."

Zhong Shenxiu thought about it, then suddenly laughed, stretched out one hand and held both hands together.

As soon as he came into contact, he felt various forces surging from the other party's palms, trying to bounce himself out.

‘I really don’t know how to play with energy.’

Zhong Shenxiu complained in his heart, no matter how much strength you have, he will be a stream of white bones and true energy rushing over.

Power is the subtle force emitted by the body.

Blood and energy are the power brought by transporting blood and exercising muscles.

Although these two powers are very powerful for ordinary people, they can only be considered ordinary for true qi.

The simplest example is that even if the strength is trained to the realm of transformation and reaches the legendary "internal strength", it can only hit three inches in the air!

Once the innate warrior who cultivates true qi is greatly improved, the true qi can be released three feet away!

A ruler has its strengths, and an inch has its weaknesses.

Three-foot true qi, even if it is made into a prenatal weather wall, is enough!

Therefore, the result of Liu San and Zhong Shenxiu's fight against each other is obvious.

Bang!

A figure flashed, and Liu San flew out and collapsed on the Grand Master's chair, with a little confused and a little unbelievable: "This... is this... what special force?"

‘This old man has become rigid in his mind and thinks everything towards his qi and blood and strength.’

Zhong Shenxiu rolled her eyes and clasped her fists and said, "I'm going to give in."

In fact, this old man is very good at fighting, even when he was working with him, the blood pill in the other party's body had not exploded yet.

Once the full force breaks out, this old man is probably a little stronger than Lan Wangchuan, and he is worthy of being a real martial artist!

"There are talents from generation to generation..." Liu San's eyes lit up: "My friend Zhong, what are you practicing?"

"Bone Grabbing Hand."

Zhong Shenxiu replied.

Liu San walked a few times, as if he had made up some decision: "You won, you can ask for my martial arts hall sign, but I can't give you this recommendation letter."

‘Oh? I didn’t expect that this old man is not bad.’

Zhong Shenxiu nodded secretly.

If you had met Uncle Niu and knew that there would be a shady scene in the Martial Arts Association, Liu San's answer would only make people feel that he was suppressing the backwards, but now it means protection.

"Please rest assured, I am very interested in the test of formal martial arts."

Zhong Shenxiu smiled.

"It seems that you know something, and it's right. When you practice martial arts to this level, you know a little bit..." Liu San touched his beard: "But you can't give it to... a formal martial artist, there is only one recommended place a year, and I've already given it to someone else."

"That's it, that's disturbing."

Zhong Shenxiu turned around and left.

In fact, even if he gets the letter of introduction, he still has to play the game.

How can I miss such a big show of things?

As for what formal martial artists would encounter, he didn't ask because he knew that Liu San would not say it.

“Ahhhh…”

After walking out the door, Luo Xiaoqing beside her looked speechless: "At least, you punched twice like last time. Now fans say it's boring and it's not good to look good... We're losing money this time. Not only are we giving less rewards, but I also lost a lot of fans."

Zhong Shenxiu rolled her eyes: "What do you want? Do you want me to beat the old man and broadcast it to you live? Where did your moral integrity go?"

"That kind of thing has been thrown away long ago."

Luo Xiaoqing answered seriously.

But despite saying so, she still followed Zhong Shenxiu without hesitation, and a vague voice of conversation came:

"Oh... I forgot to invite him to have a meal. My big meal today has not yet settled."

"Your surnamed Hua, please tell me clearly. No matter how stupid I am, I will not be deceived by you for the second time!"

...

Seeing Zhong Shenxiu leaving, Asan spoke: "This man is so young, he actually has the strength of a martial artist. He is so powerful..."

Xiao Bo nodded: "In the future, I will become a formal martial artist like my master."

Bang!

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Sanyi slapped on his head: "You want to practice like him, and practice hard for another ten years... Moreover, I, Bai Yuanmen, only one formal martial artist is allowed in each generation. This is the rule."

Liu San's expression was very serious.

"Why? How good is the treatment of a formal martial artist? Like you, you do nothing, and you have a seven-figure annual salary every year..."

Xiao Bo held his head, very puzzled.

Liu Sanyi has never liked to perform commercial performances, and he took the opportunity to accept disciples and did not charge tuition fees. If it weren't for the support of the Martial Arts Association, this White Ape Martial Arts Hall would have gone bankrupt.

I just don’t know why, but my master urged them to practice martial arts hard, but he did not allow them to yearn for the Martial Arts Association.
Chapter completed!