The Empress’s Gigolo

Modu, Jing'an, and Renren Wuguan.

A pair of students are practicing on the platform in the martial arts. There are dozens of people around, and a few more people are playing sandbags.

"Coach, I heard that a new martial arts hall has been opened nearby and opened today." It was a young man with short shirt and shorts in shorts.

The other was a sturdy man in his thirties, sitting on a chair, his eyes glanced at them from time to time.

"Oh." The strong man nodded indifferently. "They teach them, we teach us."

There are not one hundred and eighty martial arts halls in this place that can be called the name of Modu. There are even more such as karate, taekwondo, etc. This is not even the small martial arts hall that opens today and closes tomorrow.

There were several names around the name alone, and there were wells and rivers in between.

It's no longer than before, and there aren't as many coming to challenge when the Xinwu Pavilion opens.

After all, to do this, smashing people's signboards is to cut people's wealth. That is revenge, and generally there is no grudge and no one does it.

At most, when the level is similar, occasionally communicate, that is mostly the behavior of the students.

"But this martial arts hall is very weird. Generally, there is some advertising or something before the opening of the martial arts hall. There is no publicity for this martial arts hall. It is three floors up and down, and the rent for a year is two or three million. "Said the young man casually.

"That's their thing. You and me say this for a reason, right?" The strong man turned his head to look at him, a flash of light flashed between his eyes, which made the young man beat some drums.

"Coach, that, Xue Yi, they seem to be in trouble." The youth murmured quietly.

The strong man frowned. Xue Yi and their five people in a small circle, aged between seventeen and twenty, had a good family.

Among them, Xue Yi is the longest practicing here. After five years of practice, he usually likes to fight hard and fiercely. He has also talked with several Taekwondo and karate coaches. However, the few he studied, also learned from the Dawuguan and started teaching children, not much strength.

Now that I'm so dared, I went to kick someone's place. How many times do you feel you can practice it?

It is not comparable to those small taekwondo halls with dozens of square meters that can rent the Jianwu Pavilion in the market for millions of years here. Call a coach or two casually, he is not an opponent.

"Coach, would you like to take a look? Anyway, it's our martial arts. I'm afraid he loses shame." Youth said.

"What is there to see? If you lose, you are not good at learning and shame. He is shameful." He said he did not feel that a student who had been practicing for several years could compete with the coach of the Dawu Pavilion, even if the student was talented still alright.

The two sides are not at one level at all.

...

Just two streets away from the Renren Wuguan, there is a completely wooden exterior wall with an antique Wuguan.

Below the brand is a small "wu" character, and there is an unrecognizable text on top, some like Xiaoyao, people with good things nearby haven't figured out what that word is for a long time.

Later, when I saw the people in Nawu Pavilion, some people asked that it was "Yao".

However, no one knows which dynasty or which generation that character is. Many people think that it is a self-made character, and they laughed at it.

At this time, several savvy young people walked into the martial arts hall, surprisingly, in addition to the luxuriously decorated lobby, front desk and several rooms, there is also a restaurant.

"Are you a martial arts hall or a restaurant?" A young short-haired youth asked with a smile.

"Of course it's the martial arts hall, and that's where the internal trainees eat." Two girls around the age of 20 were received. They were both handsome and handsome, and answered politely.

"What do you teach?" The young man asked again with a smile.

"At present, there is only one method of boxing," the girl replied.

"Kill boxing? The name is so scary, shouldn't it kill you?" The young man next to him laughed abruptly: "But I haven't heard of it. Can you let us see?"

"Do you want to sign up?" The girl asked.

"I have to look at my skills before deciding not to sign up, sister, call your coach out and talk to me. If I win, I will sign up. How about it?" Another young man with a burly skin and a burly face, said Shen Road.

...

Ren Baqian was sitting on the third floor, and he was surprised when Ren Wannian and Ding Jie reported to themselves.

"Someone coming to the scene?"

Ren Baqian and Ren Wannian, Ding Jie all looked surprised, and his expression became weird. Come here to challenge ... how much can you think of?

"Yes, the other party said it was communication, but it should be a challenge." Said the front desk who came to the newspaper. Faced with this big boss who met for the first time, she was still a little nervous.

The main reason is that the big boss doesn't look like a good person. It gives her the same feeling as the two coaches in the martial arts.

"Is this still happening?" Ren Baqian asked a little funny.

"I have inquired that this is rarely the case now. Besides, we have just opened the business, and no advertising has been done. It is impossible to affect others or attract hostility." Have matured a lot.

Coupled with martial arts training these days, my body has also become stronger. It looks like a promising young man in his twenties, and he is no longer like the original bean sprouts.

This change is tangible. He knows that he is not superior, and he is a lot better than himself. Although he does n’t know why the boss is fancying himself and giving himself such an opportunity, he must work harder. Only OK.

Therefore, Ding Jie strives to do his best.

"Take it to the second floor, and call some coaches by the way." Ren Baqian stood up with a smile and walked out the door. It's fine to have fun, and it's good to have fun.

Within a short time, Ren Baqian and others saw the five young men brought up.

Both are seventeen or eighteen years old.

Seeing these people, Ren Baqian suddenly lost most of his interest.

When the five young people came up, they saw seven or eight people standing here, especially two of them were standing there like bears. They were shocked. Such people stood there and let them fight. Will definitely be able to move.

But it ’s all here, and I ca n’t immediately admit it.

At the age of seventeen or eighteen, his face is beyond heaven. In order to fight for face, it often happens to insert two brothers, not to mention that now several friends are watching here.

"Who are you coaches, I'm from the Renren Wuguan, let's talk about it." One of the youths took a few steps and said loudly.

"Boss, let me." Liu Chengwu, the second child of the Liu brothers behind Ren Baqian, said.

The two are now earning a low annual salary. They have been doing nothing in the name of a consultant, and they have always wanted to show their value. Seeing this, he volunteered immediately.

Ren Baqian nodded.

"Are you here to communicate?" Liu Chengwu stepped forward.

The other side was relieved when he saw Liu Chengwu come out. As long as it's not those two guys.

The punch does not strike young and strong. The guy who comes out looks like he is forty years old, and his chance of winning is greatly increased!

"Yes, we are from the Renren Wuguan." Several people immediately exclaimed.

Liu Chengwu nodded, walked silently to the next row of sandbags, and punched one of them in the middle before reaching out and pointing out: "The sandbags here are from light to heavy, which one can you move? Grade? "

"Hit the punching bag?" The people laughed suddenly, and there was some contempt in their hearts. The people in the martial arts—a little irritating.

The leading youth stepped forward and walked to the heaviest sandbag ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ inhaling, sweeping his legs up.

"Boom!"

"Ka--!"

The sound of a crisp fracture sounded, and the young man was lying on the ground holding his leg in sorrow. The others immediately changed their faces, and they did not expect this to happen.

"What's in the sandbag?" Ren Baqin asked, turning his head.

"Steel ingot ..." Liu Chengwen said behind him.

Ren Baqian almost laughed and sprayed. I really didn't see it. The Liu brothers were black!

Just so excited that a hot-blooded young man exhausted his whole body to kick the steel ingots-this foot he has to doubt life!

Talent!

Ren Baqian likes such talents!

Immediately turned around and patted the boss Liu Chengwen's shoulder: "Yes, I like it very much."