In the midst of joy, Fang Ming's Shaolin Martial Arts Hall finally opened in a low-key manner.

Although for a large force like the Dajiang League, the Young Governor's Office, and even the Changhe Gang, a small martial arts hall, two or three martial arts soldiers were not even considered anything, there was still a storm in the martial arts hall world in Yanghe City.

The reason is that Fang Ming easily defeated Lei Laohu before, showing off his profound martial arts skills, and the local snake, Mr. Yang, strongly advocated it, and gained fame.

The second is that his Shaolin martial arts school has real things! Who doesn’t want to learn the true teachings and masters of the world, or a young man who has a dream in his heart? He is famous in the martial arts world? However, those famous parties have high qualifications and high capital requirements, and they really can’t get in. In ordinary martial arts schools, there are only one or two sets of treasures in the museum, just like Lei Laohu’s Fenglei Palm and Old Wushu Yang’s tiger-shaped fist. They have to be treasured. Except for a few true teachings, the general martial arts school has become a place where the rough men in the world can make their muscles and strength work. It is also a kind of helplessness.

But Fang Ming is different! Although he definitely doesn't teach his 72 unique skills, the two sets of fist methods of the Arhat alone have been tempered and compared most martial arts schools.

Moreover, there is also teaching the magical power of Arhat here!

This can cultivate internal strength! Even the internal strength of the mind that opens the tendons and veins!!!

Although it is only taught to the true disciples of the martial arts school, it is an excellent opportunity compared to the teenagers who don’t know where to find their internal skills! At least, it is visible and touchable.

For a time, not only many warriors were moved and generously donated money. Even other martial arts coaches were a little jealous and almost wanted to disband their disciples and join Fang Ming's sect to obtain the inheritance of magical powers.

"It seems a bit too much!"

In the pavilion in the back garden, Fang Ming looked at the two bright red greetings on the table, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

The two big red covers of the two prayer posts and gold-plated fonts look quite imposing.

There are a few lines of words written on it, which is a general meaning of congratulations to Fang Ming on establishing a library to teach his disciples and to make an appointment for a visit.

The visits are very ordinary, but the one that is not ordinary is the signature! Yang Wei Wushu Pavilion! There is also the Green Snake Gang! The former is the largest martial arts hall in Yanghe City, and it also has the inheritance of internal strength and mental skills. The latter is the Jianghu gang in charge of the urban area of ​​Shaolin Martial Arts Hall, which is the Jianghu gang that draws oil and water!

"I didn't expect that it would cause such a sensation just a basic internal skill! I still don't have enough grasp of the situation in the martial arts world..."

Fang Ming sighed in his heart and pushed the two invitations to an old man opposite him: "What do you think of Brother Yang?"

"Brother, let me say a big thing, Brother Dongfang, you rashly pass on your internal skills and mental skills. This matter seems to be lacking in consideration!"

Sitting opposite Fang Ming was the old boxer Yang from the Humao Martial Arts Hall, but at this time the other party's face was rosy and his previous injuries seemed to have healed.

"Brother, you have already made some taboos when you open a library to teach your disciples. Now you are teaching your mental methods and have lost a lot of jobs in the martial arts school. I'm afraid Yang Wei will come here this time to tell the rules!"

Old man Yang lit a dry tobacco and knocked on Yang Wei's greetings with a tobacco pot.

The rules of the world naturally make the strong win.

"As for the Green Snake Gang? They are local snakes from these streets. They have always lived by drawing the oil and water from each store... I heard that they have a good relationship with Lei Laohu before, so it is very easy for me to send them away. Just prepare a generous gift and submit the number according to Lei Laohu's old rules..."

"I...Damn! The martial arts hall has just opened, and a bunch of people have emerged to want to unspoken rules for me?"

Fang Ming was speechless.

"Unfashioned rules? But the convention is a common rule? The Eastern brothers are so interesting to speak! Yes, they just want to unfashioned rules!"

Old Man Yang nodded repeatedly, but Fang Ming even more depressed.

"...I won't talk about the hidden rules in advance. Can you please stop calling me Dongfang Brothers in the future? It's so cunning that I always remind you of a certain leader of the demon..."

By the way, because the affairs of Minglun County are related to the Divine Sword Sect, Fang Ming is certainly afraid to use his real name now, so he took the pseudonym of the hero Xiao Xiami Dongfang Weiming. Unfortunately, people always call him the Dongfang brothers, and the Dongfang brothers call him, which always reminds him of the Dongfang Bubai who practiced the Sunflower Book. He has long regretted it, but he cannot imagine it, and can only be depressed.

"Uh?" Old Master Yang was stunned, obviously not sure what the name of the Eastern Brothers had to do with the leader?

"Okay! Let's not talk about this issue for now, let's talk about how to deal with the things in front of us!"

Fang Ming quickly changed the topic, otherwise he would tell Mr. Yang the Swordsman again? He had no interest in making a guest appearance as a storyteller.

"With my brother's martial arts, as long as he shows one or two skills, they will probably give up!"

Old Man Yang is very confident about Fang Ming's martial arts. This is also true. Since the dragon has never been involved with snakes. Since Fang Ming can make Qingsong swordsman look up to him, his martial arts are naturally much better than these third-rate gangs.

Otherwise, Mr. Yang would have avoided it for a long time, so why would he come to the door casually?

"I'm not going to do this!"

Fang Ming clapped his hands: "Little Tiger! Come here!"

"Hey! Master, you call me?"

On the school ground, Wang Xiaohu, who was throwing sandbags with a group of apprentices, ran over in a wind, panting and hot sweat flowing on his face.

After the Shaolin Martial Arts Hall opened, Old Man Yang sent Wang Xiaohu over with a slight shamelessness. As for Yang Hui, her method was not in line with Fang Ming. She only learned a few Huashan sword techniques and was studying hard at home.

"Look at how you look like this? How decent is it?"

Old man Yang was so angry that he cursed directly, while Wang Xiaohu touched his head with an innocent look on his face.

"Okay! Okay! Brother Yang, this little tiger is pure in mind and has a simple personality, and I like it very much!"

Fang Ming smiled and smoothed out the situation.

Wang Xiaohu was obviously very suitable for the masculine Shaolin Kung Fu, and he also learned a set of Arhat Fist. Fang Ming saw that he had some talent, and was happy to see the hunting, he even taught all the Arhat magic skills. Wang Xiaohu had some foundation, abundant essence and blood, and now he has transformed into the first ray of internal true qi, which has entered the threshold.

Seeing this scene, Old Man Yang was naturally very pleased, and even repeatedly hinted that Wang Xiaohu had to seize the opportunity and it would be best to join Fang Ming's sect directly, but Fang Ming had no such plan at all.

"Come on! Sit down and drink a sip of water!"

Fang Ming asked Wang Xiaohu to take his seat and pushed two letters of worship over: "Little Hu, please continue with these two competitions!"

"puff!"

Before he finished speaking, Wang Xiaohu had already sprayed all the boiling water out of his mouth, which made Old Man Yang look all over his head. However, this bastard suddenly realized it and opened his mouth wide: "I?"

"Brother, don't joke! Xiaohu is not good at learning skills at this time, how can he do it?"

Old Man Yang looked at Fang Ming solemnly, regardless of the drops of water at the end of his eyebrows and hair.

After experiencing many martial arts competitions, he naturally knows that it is dangerous and can be used to the extreme. Now Wang Xiaohu will probably be swallowed up so much that he will not even have any residue left!

"Don't worry! I have my own plans!"

Fang Ming waved his hand, and suddenly a bounced his nails, and a white wax ball had already flew into Wang Xiaohu's mouth.

Gulu! Wang Xiaohu swallowed it with all his might and swallowed the pills completely. Only then did he have time to speak: "What?"

"Good thing! Why don't you meditate and practice immediately?"

Fang Ming smiled.

"I'm so hot! I'm so hot!" After the pills entered my stomach, Wang Xiaohu's whole face suddenly turned red, and he kept shouting in his mouth.

"Oh... idiot! How can you waste your medicine in vain?"

Fang Ming slapped Wang Xiaohu's shoulder with his big hand, and the thick and strong boy was immediately pressed down and sat cross-legged on the ground: "Concentrate on the Dantian, practice the heavens, and do not stop the Arhat's mind method!"

With a low voice, Fang Ming kept clicking the route of the Arhat magical power of Wang Xiaohu's body with both hands, which helped him to transform the medicinal power.

"This...this is..."

Old Man Yang almost glared out his eyes, and saw the heat evaporating above Wang Xiaohu's head, turning into white water mist, and his internal strength actually improved by leaps and bounds.

"Is this a rumored magic pill that can pull muscles and bones and increase internal strength? The Dongfang brothers actually value Xiaohu so much and do not hesitate to give them these precious medicines?"

Old Man Yang was so moved that he burst into tears, but he had no idea about Fang Ming's sinister intentions at this time.

At this time, his internal force entered Wang Xiaohu's body, carefully paying attention to the dispersion of the medicinal properties. He did not even let go of the slightest change when he was sitting on the meridians.

"Well! It seems that this Yurong Yangling Pill is fine!"

Seeing that Wang Xiaohu was fine, Fang Ming nodded, but his internal strength began to improve by leaps and bounds.

Nangong Qingcheng did not break his promise and soon delivered the refined Yurong Yangling Pills, but the portion was slightly smaller than Fang Ming estimated, so he didn't care about it.

Although the Golden Crow Death Pill has many problems, it is also a scarce resource that can quickly cultivate masters for Xuan Zhendao. It would be strange if you don’t deduct some of it!

Moreover, although Fang Ming spoke nicely, he was also wary of Xuan Zhendao in his heart. Although he had checked several times but found no problems, he still did not dare to take it lightly.

Wang Xiaohu is actually a pharmacy rat and rabbit now, but it is also a blessing in disguise. In the blink of an eye, his internal strength is small, which can be worthy of years of hard work!

"Brother Yang, let's go over and talk!"

Fang Ming, who got what he wanted and saw that Wang Xiaohu had already entered the state, waved his sleeves and took Old Man Yang away in a very casual manner, looking like a paranormal. He obviously got a big advantage but the victim was so grateful.

"Brother Dongfang, you..."

Old Man Yang burst into tears and held Fang Ming's hand, and could not even speak.

"This is the last treasure medicine of my master. But I have a fate with Xiaohu, so I abandoned it to help Xiaohu, which is considered to be a use of the best things..."
Chapter completed!