In the Mo family's Ramen Restaurant, Mo Peifu asked Lin Qianjun, who was eating noodles: "Do you not know the regulations of the Martial Arts Association?"

"It's clear." Lin Qianjun nodded.

"Then aren't you afraid of being come to me?" Mo Peifu said in confusion.

"Isn't that just right? Such a decadent rule should have been changed long ago. Good national skills have been passed down from generation to generation, but they are almost lost. Isn't this ridiculous?" Lin Qianjun said with a smile.

"National martial arts is a powerful weapon, and it cannot be passed on lightly!" Mo Peifu explained, but then he seemed to have thought of something and couldn't help but sigh: "Be careful yourself. Although you have good strength, there are many good players in the association."

Lin Qianjun did not comment, put down his chopsticks and said, "Checkout!"

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After the video became popular, someone soon came to the Boxing Site to challenge or investigate.

Of course, most of the people who came from the beginning were martial arts enthusiasts.

These people have only a fancy way, and at most they can practice muscles well, but they just don’t understand Chinese martial arts at all.

Ye Miao just fucked them all at will, and there was even a professional boxing coach.

The name of the Boxing Martial Arts Hall is even more popular now. Although it is not sure whether Lin Qianjun's method of beating people from afar is true or false, at least Ye Miao has real skills in it.

Registerers came enthusiastically, and in just five days, the martial arts hall had more than 20 students who had purchased a complete set of junior courses.

What Lin Qianjun asked Ye Miao to teach is naturally real things, the foundation-based stance exercises, breathing techniques, and the skills of stamina.

There are not no flower stands, but very few.

Basically, it is two or three good-looking movements, specifically used to attract students.

Just when the martial arts hall was in full swing, in the evening, a man wearing a gray casual outfit and looking like he was about 30 years old came outside the martial arts hall.

Xu Yiwen looked at the word "Fist Heart" written with vigorous pen above the martial arts hall, and couldn't help but nod.

"It seems that it's here." Thinking of this, Xu Yiwen stepped into the martial arts hall.

At this time, there were no students in the martial arts hall, only Ye Miao was cleaning and tidying up the equipment.

These could have been asked by a special cleaning staff to do, but Ye Miao felt that it was not necessary for the time being, so he took all these things on himself.

Seeing Xu Yiwen, Ye Miao said while dragging the floor: "Sir, the martial arts hall is closed now. If you want to register, please come again tomorrow."

Xu Yiwen glanced at Ye Miao, walked to the front of a wooden stake, and punched the wooden stake while saying, "I won't sign up."

The fist came out, and the explosion also came.

The mop in Ye Miao stopped, he stood up, looked at Xu Yiwen who was hitting the wooden stake and said, "Are you here to kick the restaurant?"

"Kick the room?" Xu Yiwen smiled, gently raised his foot and stopped the wooden stake. He said, "Don't you know the regulations of the Martial Arts Association?"

"What regulations?" Ye Miao said in confusion.

"It seems you really don't know anything." Xu Yiwen shook his head and looked at Ye Miao and said, "Since the founding of the country, the masters of national martial arts from the north and south jointly established the martial arts association. The killing skill of national martial arts must not be taught publicly, nor can it be made public..."

"What are the bullshit rules?" Ye Miao interrupted Xu Yiwen and said, "Will this not break the inheritance?"

"It is best to cut off the inheritance." Xu Yiwen looked at Ye Miao and said, "A hero violated the ban with martial arts. A martial artist can despise most laws. It is the best result to maintain his current appearance. Do you understand?"

"Is someone trying to cut off the inheritance of national martial arts?" Ye Miao woke up instantly and pointed at the top of his head and asked.

"It's not all, but it also represents most of the thoughts of the original ones." Xu Yiwen explained: "A peaceful world does not require too strong personal courage. Compared with guns, artillery, and missiles, what do you think Chinese martial artists cherish?"

Ye Miao unconsciously touched his right shoulder.

There, there were scars left by him after being hit by a bullet.

When he was under a gun, he really had almost no ability to resist.

Generally speaking, it takes decades to practice martial arts to cultivate oneself and achieve something, and it also requires extremely high personal talent. However, if it is a firearm or cannon, it only takes one day to create countless weapons.

Just find someone with good physical constitution to use it, and you can achieve destructive power comparable to a master of Chinese martial arts.

This seems to be a bit unworthy.

Ye Miao seemed to have some understanding, but he was still a little puzzled. He said, "But this is a national treasure after all, why can't it continue to be carried forward?"

"I have already said that if a hero breaks the ban with martial arts, if an ordinary person is extremely angry, he will only steal the ground with his head. But if a warrior becomes angry, someone will die in his fists and feet." Xu Yiwen sighed a little, and said, "Practicing martial arts requires cultivation of his mind. The current society needs stability. If it is spread widely, it will inevitably be used by some people with evil thoughts."

"It's just because of choking. I want to kill someone. It's enough to use a sharpened chopstick!!" Ye Miao felt incomprehensible, and he said, "Is the inheritance of national martial arts just for such a thing?"

Xu Yiwen did not explain too much. He said to Ye Miao: "Anyway, your martial arts school can't be opened anymore. Even if it is opened, you can only pass on some moves. The real practice method must not be spread."

"Please leave, please leave. The Boxing and Martial Arts Hall must continue to be opened." Ye Miao directly issued an order to expel Xu Yiwen.

"Since that's the case, I have to kick the house." Xu Yiwen sighed and said with a ritual: "Tai Chi Sect, Xu Yiwen."

"Level 8, Ye Miao." Ye Miao replied, put down the mop in his hand and walked to the middle of the martial arts hall and stood opposite Xu Yiwen.

Both sides looked at each other, and the next moment, they each made their own moves to attack.

Level 8 is the top of the firm fist, and Tai Chi is the top of the soft fist.

Both are the best in the evolution of boxing techniques.

In this battle, Ye Miao felt as if he was trapped in a quagmire. His energy was stopped by Xu Yiwen at halfway through and he could not really explode.

After dozens of moves, Xu Yiwen pushed Ye Miao away with a push hand. He said, "You are not far away from being strong and straight. You need to be hard and soft, soft and steel, and hard and soft. Only then can you be considered as an introduction to the level 8 punch."

As he said that, Xu Yiwen stomped his steps and his body shook, and dozens of continuous explosions came from his muscles and bones all over his body.

Ye Miao knew very well that this was at least something that only the peak Mingjin warriors could do.

He has just entered the middle stage of Ming Jin, and he is still far behind Xu Yiwen.

But even so, he would not have the slightest idea of ​​retreating or fear.

Just as he went to save Ye Qing in the first place, the core concept of level 8 is always "sacrificing oneself without self, and taking the lead in the face of danger."

The momentum of unyielding rises, and Ye Miao's desire to fight emerges. The next moment, his strength is raised, and the sound of explosions comes from his body, and he suddenly attacks Xu Yiwen again.

Xu Yiwen took the move with soft strength, but almost failed to completely resolve the power, and his heart was shocked.

In just a short period of time, the young man in front of him made progress again?

Such talent, if you have twenty or thirty years of hard work, you might be a master of the world.

Under Xu Yiwen's release of the sea, Ye Miao became more and more comfortable. The effect of the "Great Tonic Pill" he swallowed in his body had not been completely absorbed. At this moment, under guidance, it was gradually released, and its strength was enhanced again. The connection between fists and feet became more and more coherent, and the speed of integrating strength was getting faster and faster.

Next to the martial arts hall, Lin Qianjun sat quietly in the Mo's ramen restaurant and smiled slightly.

In those three days, Ye Miao swallowed at least thirty pills of him.

Ordinary people will have to be weak and not replenished if they eat one of these things. Ye Miao has eaten more than thirty pills, but it can only be said that his roots and bones are really good.

However, after eating so much of the great nourishing pill, the energy accumulated in it will definitely not be completely absorbed in such a short period of time.

Most of the energy was actually deposited in his body by him, and it would gradually turn into body nutrients as the beaten body was subjected to, making his physique go further.

What Xu Yiwen is doing now is to help him go further.

"Someone asked me yesterday." Mo Peifu suddenly sat opposite Lin Qianjun and said, "To be honest, I'm also curious about who you are."

"Didn't I say it?" Lin Qianjun looked at Mo Peifu with a smile and said, "No Sect!!"

"Impossible. Without anyone to introduce you, how can you learn real Chinese art?" Mo Peifu said with disbelief.

"Burning the shipbuilding drawings does not mean that others cannot study new ships. At most, they can start from scratch." Lin Qianjun shook his head and said to Mo Peifu: "Those old antiques don't understand this truth very much. The national arts world has not made any innovations for many years. If this continues, the national arts of China will be cut off, and foreigners can also study real things and then surpass China."

Mo Peifu was a little shocked, and he sighed: "What you said is indeed very reasonable, but if you want to do this, you alone will probably not do it."

"Why can't I do it?" Lin Qianjun smiled and said, "In today's world, I can only overwhelm the entire national martial arts world and turn the world around!"

As he said that, Lin Qianjun slowly stood up and walked out the door.

Mo Peifu's expression was very wonderful. He had never seen such a rampant young man, but he deserves pride and frivolity to reach the level of dark energy at such an age.

Thinking of this, Mo Peifu slowly walked to the position where Lin Qianjun had done and prepared to clean up the dishes.

However, the moment his palm touched the chopsticks that Lin Qianjun had used, the chopsticks turned into ashes.

Mo Peifu's hand holding chopsticks trembled. Although it was the first time he saw it, he knew very well what the reason was.

The strength of the whole body is in control, and every slight subtle strength can be controlled. This is clearly the level of transformation!

Such a young master of Huajin!!!
Chapter completed!