Chapter 3 Strengthening! Advanced Iron Wire Fist, Iron Arm Fist!

In the room where Luo Yan was sitting, eleven or twelve teenagers were crowded into a large shop.

The older one is thirteen or fourteen years old, and the younger one is eleven or twelve years old.

Such an age.

After practicing in a martial arts school for a year or two, you can get him out, and he is most suitable to be used as a fighter.

After all, young people have simple minds. After some communication, everyone got to know each other.

Most of these people have no background, their families are poor, and they have no choice but to sell themselves to martial arts schools.

But there are also one or two who have a 'relationship' and are familiar with the martial arts school. The person who refuted the crying boy before was one of them.

The man's name was Hu Yong.

My cousin is a real apprentice in the martial arts gym and practices martial arts with the gym owner Xiao Tieshan.

Perhaps for the sake of showing off, Hu Yong said a lot of things.

For example, they practice martial arts with senior brother Xiao Quan in the backyard, but they are actually false apprentices.

And a true apprentice.

They are all in the front yard, practicing martial arts with the master of Xiao's martial arts gym.

Not only will they not be whipped with whips, but they will also receive one-on-one and considerate guidance from the martial arts disciples. They can learn real martial arts, and their treatment will be thousands of times better than that of the apprentices in their backyard.

certainly.

Those people were from well-off families and paid tuition fees.

Unlike people like Luo Yan, not only did they not pay tuition, but they also had to spend money on the martial arts gym.

"Brother Hu, why don't you become a real apprentice?"

An eight or nine-year-old snot-nosed kid asked in a low voice.

Hu Yong's expression froze, and he snorted coldly and said: "You can only become a master by enduring hardships. What do you know?"

Although he said this, in fact, his family was too poor and had no money.

Xiao's martial arts school has a lot of tuition fees.

Dozens of taels of silver are needed every year.

It was his cousin who was rich, not Hu Yong. How could he get the money to pay for school?

"Brother Yong, can we just stand still? I also want to learn real martial arts."

Hu Yong raised his eyebrows and said: "Don't underestimate zhanzhuang. My cousin has just joined the martial arts gym and has been standing zhuang for three months. This is to lay the foundation. Only by laying a good foundation can you go far in the future."

"What about the future? Can we learn real martial arts in the future?"

"How will I know in the future?"

Hu Yong rolled his eyes.

He is not a god, so he got this information from his cousin after talking for a long time.

While a group of teenagers were chatting.

Luo Yan was lying on the bed, listening to the exchanges among the teenagers and looking at his own panel.

now.

The energy shows 0.21, that is to say, 0.21 points of energy are added to him in one day.

Strengthening the Iron Fist requires 5 points of energy.

After conversion, it is estimated that it can be achieved in one month.

"It seems that I have to eat as much as possible from now on."

Luo Yan touched his round belly, looked at Hu Yong who was chatting in the center of the crowd, and asked,

"Brother Yong, can you tell us about the divisions of martial arts?"

this world.

He has martial arts skills, and there are many such examples in his memory.

Hu Yong glanced at Luo Yan and said:

"You are asking the right person. The realm of martial arts, from bottom to top, is skin refining, blood refining, and bone refining."

"My cousin is a strong skin-refining expert. His skin is harder than cowhide. He can break an inch-long wooden stake with one punch."

"And the most powerful master of our Xiao Family Martial Arts School is already a master of bone refining. He has the power to open monuments and crack rocks. He can directly punch a bloody hole with one palm of his hand!"

Listening to Hu Yong's introduction, the apprentices showed admiration and were all yearning for it.

"Break a wooden stake with one punch? The skin-refining expert is so powerful."

"The museum owner is very powerful. He can make a bloody hole in someone's body with one palm. How much strength does that require?"

"I don't know when we will become powerful skin refiners."

When Hu Yong heard this, he sneered and said: "You? It's not that I look down on you, you will never be able to do it in this life."

After hearing this, some people were dissatisfied.

"We practiced so hard today, why can't we?"

"That's right! As long as you practice hard, it shouldn't be difficult to become a strong skin refiner, right?"

"If we work hard, three years will not make us five years, and five years will not make us ten years! Sooner or later, we will become powerful skin refiners."

The apprentices were very motivated, and every one of them seemed to have been given a shot of blood.

However, Hu Yong crossed his arms and sneered: "Work hard? What's the use of working hard? Practicing martial arts costs money. If you don't have money, you can make a pair of fists with skin and you'll be like the sky."

"Does it cost a lot of money?"

Hu Yong nodded and said: "Of course, only with the help of elixirs, the skin of the whole body can become tight and tough, forming a thick skin film. This cannot be achieved by relying on hard training."

"I see."

The apprentices were immediately discouraged and their previous fighting spirit disappeared.

money.

What they lack most is money.

Even if they have money, most of them will choose to save it instead of practicing illusory martial arts.

…

The days go by like this.

In the blink of an eye, half a month passed.

The days in the martial arts gym are ordinary.

During this time.

Apart from standing, I also practice boxing.

The apprentices were full of fighting spirit at the beginning, then gradually became discouraged, and finally fished in troubled waters.

After getting acquainted with Xiao Quan, everyone found that Xiao Quan was not that strict.

Even if they were paddling and catching fish, Xiao Quan would pretend not to notice.

Therefore, most people start to fish in troubled waters, and those who still insist on practicing boxing in stances do not exceed the number of palms.

This day.

The holidays are here as promised.

Apprentices are allowed to leave the martial arts studio and go home to visit relatives.

Luo Yan also planned to go out, but as soon as he reached the door, he was stopped by a girl.

The girl's name is Xiao Xue'er, and she is the daughter of the owner.

At this time, he was wearing a red dress, with a bulging chest, and a letter in his hand.

"Junior brother, can you do me a favor?"

Xiao Xueer has fair skin, exquisite figure and good looks, plus she is the apple of the eye of the martial arts master.

Therefore, it is extremely popular among young martial arts disciples.

Stop talking.

Just being glanced at by Xiao Xueer will make many disciples' hearts beat faster and they feel honored.

but……

Luo Yan looked at the girl in front of him, feeling bitter in his heart.

As an undercover agent.
To be continued...