"Sir, are you doing fitness or fighting?"

Ning Chun walked into the Shenglong Fighting Hall and immediately a tall front desk came up.

This Shenglong Fighting Hall is divided into two parts: fitness and fighting.

"I want to learn fighting skills!"

The female front desk lit up.

Fighting skills are a good business, because those who learn fighting skills will definitely not be poor, at least they are middle-aged or above. Otherwise, they will not have spare money to learn fighting skills.

People who have no money don’t need to learn fighting skills at all. After all, most people are probably not as good as picking up a brick underground.

"How do you charge for learning fighting skills here?"

The female front desk looked at Ning Chun and then said, "We are divided into ordinary classes and elite classes. The elite classes are taught by professional fighting players, and only cost 500 Asian dollars per month."

"Wait, let's talk about the ordinary class."

"The ordinary class is also taught by excellent fighters, and only costs 200 acres per month..."

Ning Chun stopped listening to the following words, so he chose to leave.

Two hundred Asian dollars a month, for Ning Chun, it is the kind of "unattainable". He clearly recognizes his current situation. He is now a real poor man!

Fortunately, there are many fighting halls here. If Shenglong doesn’t work, then change to another one. So Ning Chun started to ask one by one.

However, after asking for an hour or two, Ning Chun felt very disappointed.

The cheapest fighting hall here costs 150 Asian dollars, but now it only costs 110 Asian dollars.

There is a fighting hall that charges only one hundred sub-yuan. Ning Chun looked at it and found that it was all fancy and had basically no practical ability.

What Ning Chun needs now is fighting skills that can be practical!

"If you can't find a cheap fighting hall to learn fighting skills, you can only wait for a while and save enough money to study..."

Ning Chun was a little unwilling to accept it.

He had been waiting for a month and was really unwilling to wait any longer.

"Um?"

As Ning Chun walked, he suddenly looked up and saw a fighting hall called Xiping fighting hall, an ordinary name.

Moreover, this fighting hall is too small, the location is inconspicuous, very remote, far worse than those magnificent fighting halls Ning Chun saw before.

It looks like a famous fighting hall.

Generally speaking, lack of fame means weak strength, which is obvious. The most famous fighting hall is not necessarily the strongest, but a fighting hall without fame must not have strength.

As for the peerless masters hidden in the ragged and remote fighting halls in some novels, is it possible? If you really have that ability, you can even open a fighting hall?

These days, there is only one purpose in opening a fighting hall, that is, to make money!

Ning Chun gritted his teeth and said that the small fighting hall also has the advantage of a small fighting hall, that is, it is cheap. He has now seen all the fighting halls in this area and has not encountered a suitable fighting hall.

This fighting hall is the last one, and Ning Chun didn't want to leave any regrets. After hesitating for a while, he finally walked in.

The Xiping Fighting Hall is very small and there is only one hall.

Ning Chun looked at it and found that there were only seven or eight students who looked like.

The seven or eight students may not even be able to rent the fighting hall, so they can only be said to be barely maintained.

Ning Chun shook his head and was about to leave, but a burly man at the front desk immediately stepped forward and asked enthusiastically: "Do you come to learn fighting skills? If we don't say anything else, the price is definitely the most reasonable in Sanjiang City in the entire Xiping Fighting Hall."

"Hmm? How fair is it?"

Ning Chun is interested.

In a sense, the "fair" price actually means the cheap price. Obviously, this burly man has a clear position on the Xiping Fighting Hall.

"Hehe, the best fighters in our fighting hall teach fighting skills, which only cost 120 Asian dollars a month, how about it?"

"One Hundred and Twenty Asian Dollars?"

Ning Chun frowned.

In fact, he visited the entire Sanjiang City fighting hall, but there was no one with less than 150 Asian dollars, while the Xiping fighting hall only costs 120 yuan, which is indeed a "fair" price.

But Ningchun only has 110 Asian dollar, which is not enough at all.

Ning Chun thought about it and finally decided not to learn it.

It is not so easy for him to fill the gap of ten Asian dollars. Could it be that he will find Xiaopang to get it? That is impossible! Moreover, Ning Chun still doesn’t trust this Xiping Fighting Hall.

He decided to accumulate for a while, and when he had 150 yuan, he would go to Shenglong Fighting Hall to learn fighting skills, and he felt more at ease.

So Ning Chun turned around and left.

The burly man didn't expect Ning Chun to leave directly. He immediately flashed to Ning Chun's face and said anxiously: "Why did you leave?"

“My money is not enough.”

Ning Chun can only tell the truth.

“Not enough money?”

The burly man thought about it and seemed to be measuring something.

After a long time, the burly man gritted his teeth and said, "How much money do you have?"

Ning Chun became alert instead. He didn't want to study in this fighting hall now. The staff of this fighting hall are so "hungry". Who knows if there is any pitfall?

So, Ning Chun just said symbolically: "Fifty Asian Yuan."

"make a deal!"

"Hmm? What did you say?"

"I said that the deal is not worth five hundred, nor one hundred a hundred acres. You only need fifty acres to learn authentic fighting skills!"

A smile appeared on the burly man's face.

"Wait, what I need is fighting skills that can be practical."

"Our Xiping Fighting Hall only teaches actual combat skills, otherwise how can it be called fighting skills? Don't worry, 50 yuan is not a month, nor is it a normal class, but a crash course. It only takes five days to satisfy you."

Ning Chun became even more suspicious.

Fifty Asian dollar, crash course?

Moreover, it only takes five days to study, why does this sound a bit unreliable?

Anyway, the more Ning Chun listened, the more he felt that the other party was a liar.

You can't stay in this fighting hall too much!

"What are you hesitating about? Are you hesitating about whether fighting skills can be actually fought? It's very simple. I will let you see it with your own eyes, the real fighting skills!"

The burly man seemed to know what Ning Chun was hesitating, so he took Ning Chun to the hall, where seven or eight students were still practicing freely.

The man pointed to the sandbag and said, "Look at it!"

Then, the burly man took a deep breath, and his thick arm seemed to swell up suddenly. He clenched his fists and punched the sandbag hard.

"Bang".

There was a dull sound, and smoke and dust filled the air.

Under Ning Chun's shocked gaze, the sandbags were split into pieces and scattered all over the ground in an instant.
Chapter completed!