At the Longyuan Martial Arts Hall in the imperial capital, at dawn, a group of students began their morning exercises.

The director of Longyuan Martial Arts Gym is the president of Baichuan Security Company. Baichuan means embracing all rivers.

Long Yuan Martial Arts School, Qian Long Zai Yuan, has also produced many martial arts movie stars, such as Jet Li, Zhen Zidan, Bruce Lee, and Ye Wen.

Martial arts flourished in the Martial Empire, martial arts were worshiped by people, and there were many people practicing martial arts. Therefore, there were many martial arts schools in the imperial capital.

Among them, Longyuan, Wanxiang, and Xiu Shen are the most famous martial arts schools. Every year, these three martial arts schools gather together to compete and compete.

Because of this, the students in each martial arts school practice martial arts very carefully and diligently.

It can be seen from the sweat on the students' foreheads.

Dragon Fist, a boxing name given by the Emperor of the Wu Empire.

"Bang bang bang, bang bang bang."

The outstretched fist rubbed against the air, making a harsh sound.

The students' movements were uniform and fast, and everyone was lively and energetic.

Their spines are like dozens of curved iron swords, their punches are as fast as the wind, and their outstretched feet are like heavy hammers, showing their strong strength and solid basic skills.

But at this moment, a person broke in from outside the door.

It was Dusha.

He knocked down the two students guarding the door and broke into the Longyuan Martial Arts Hall.

"Dusa, why are you here if you don't go to school? Is it because of what happened yesterday that you also want to practice martial arts? Let me tell you, practicing martial arts is very hard. You can see that my skin is tanned."

Li Sha stopped her morning exercises, walked up to Du Sha, and carefully explained to him the disadvantages of practicing martial arts, intending to stop him.

"I don't want to practice martial arts, I just came here to take a look. Anyway, I'm bored at home alone. After what happened yesterday, I can't go to school anymore, unless Master Wright is willing to let me go."

Dusha thought to himself that maybe in a few days Master Wright would forget about this little person like him. But he knew very well that if there was no such good thing, Master Wright must be a very vindictive person and would never let him go.

"I won't tell you anymore, I still want to do morning exercises."

Now that Dusha had explained his intention, Li Sha no longer needed to entangle with him and went back to her intense morning exercises.

"Director, this is the man. He just injured both of us."

Two injured gatekeepers stumbled to the middle-aged man in purple and complained.

The middle-aged man in purple clothes is eight feet tall, with his head held high and his chest high, like a towering mountain, giving people a strong sense of oppression and making people want to stop breathing.

This is the director of Longyuan Martial Arts School, Fang Tong!

This man was famous all over the country and had a great reputation. When the emperor paid a private visit in disguise, he personally taught him martial arts and was praised by him as the best in the world in martial arts.

As soon as the curator Fang Tong appeared in purple clothes, all the students in the courtyard immediately stopped their movements and stood up straight, knowing that he was here to teach martial arts in person.

"Your martial arts are not bad, how could you injure him?" Fang Tong was puzzled.

"Students don't know."

"Students usually practice martial arts very hard. Maybe he is better than us..."

The two injured gatekeepers each answered.

After hearing this, Fang Tong reprimanded: "Nonsense, I am the best in the world in Dragon Fist, how could I be defeated by an unknown person? It's obvious that you don't practice martial arts regularly!"

Seeing the director's anger, the two injured gatekeepers nodded in agreement and did not dare to refute.

Dusha was watching the show and thought that the middle-aged man in purple was very stern.

Fang Tong glanced at Dusha and asked, "Who are you? Can you name me?"

Dusha replied calmly: "A third-year student at Imperial Primary School, Dusha."

"Didu Primary School?" Fang Tong murmured to himself, remembered something, and asked, "Today is Monday, why don't I see you going to school?"

Du Sha replied honestly: "I have offended someone and I don't dare to go to school."

"Who did he offend?" Fang Tong thought to himself. The person he offended must not be someone from the school.

Dusha still answered honestly: "Master Wright."

"It turns out that he is a well-known playboy in the imperial capital. Now you have something good to eat," Fang Tong said, looking at the two injured students and said, "As long as you are willing to apologize to them, I will spare your life."

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When Dusha attacked the two gatekeepers, he did not expect that he would be treated like this. He was at fault in the first place, so naturally he could not forcefully say that he was right.

"I'm here to help you two." He said to the two injured gatekeepers with a very sincere attitude.

The two gatekeepers were not unreasonable people. Since Dusha had admitted his mistake, they stopped pursuing the case and walked outside the door to continue guarding their own door.

After the two gatekeepers left, Fang Tong began to teach martial arts.

"Our dragon boxing emphasizes the word 'real', which means the moves are simple and practical. I don't like things that are too fancy. Like the inclusive boxing techniques of Wanxiang Martial Arts School, they are full of tricks, but there are no

Each move is real, and that kind of punching technique is of little use except to look good. I will demonstrate to you how to perform a real dragon fist."

After Fang Tong finished speaking, he demonstrated it to ten students.

The students all watched his movements attentively.

Dusha was also watching carefully. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that it was like the boxing technique that Aise taught him, but in reverse.

In other words, the boxing technique that Aise taught Dusha is how to restrain the Dragon Fist.

The two boxing techniques restrain each other, which can be described as a miracle.

Du Sha wondered what the relationship between his uncle and this middle-aged man in purple was, and whether he had ever fought against him. At this time, he didn't know that the middle-aged man in purple was Fang Tong, the best martial artist in the world.

Fang Tong uses the Dragon Fist. If he can successfully restrain his Dragon Fist, then Dusha will probably lose his reputation as the best martial artist in the world.

It's just that Dusha has no idea of ​​taking away the opponent's name at this time.

After the demonstration of a set of boxing techniques, Fang Tong's forehead was smooth and translucent, with not a drop of sweat visible. Everyone saw that he was hitting very hard. Even when his fist was facing them, they could feel the wind coming from the fist.

"The director's boxing skills are getting more and more sophisticated, they are simply superb."

"Yes, I'm afraid that our Longyuan Martial Arts School will win the first place in this year's first martial arts competition."

"Isn't that right? The rest of us must seize the time and work hard, otherwise we will embarrass the martial arts school if we lose."

"Um."

Everyone said "Yeah" in unison.

After leaving the Longyuan Martial Arts Hall, Du Sha thought of looking for Aisai. Aisai had been missing for several days, and he missed his uncle, who was not related to him.

Du Sha also didn't understand that she still missed the other person even though they were not related to each other. Maybe she had feelings for the other person, but it was certainly not love.

Dusha wanted to make some money to spend. Looking around, he saw a horse farm. So he started working at the horse farm.

Dusha was responsible for raising a BMW called "Sweat Blood". It was said that the horse's sweat was blood-colored. He had never seen it with his own eyes, so he didn't believe it.

Raising horses is hard work, and you have to get up at night to add fodder to the horses. What's more, you are raising a famous horse, which has more rules and tricks.

Dusha prepared food for the horse. He beat a few eggs into the ground corn and mixed it with some sugar. After mixing the food, he patiently fed it to the horse.

After feeding the horse, he led the horse for a walk to digest the food in its belly.

At this time, a cold and charming woman appeared, accompanied by two majestic bodyguards and a man who looked like a housekeeper.

"Dusa, are the horses fed?" the steward asked Dusha.

Du Sha replied seriously: "Feed it." Knowing that the other person was the steward of the horse farm and was paid by him, he didn't dare to laugh.

"Dusa, I am going to ride a horse today, please bring the horse over." The cold and charming woman said, without even looking at Dusha, her eyes fell on the bloody horse.

"Yes." Dusha said respectfully, and went to lead the horse.

Go to the eldest lady and hand the horse over to her. Dusha's mission is completed and he walks away like nothing happened.

The eldest lady got on the horse's sweaty horse and whipped the horse, causing it to start running.

After a few laps, the eldest lady got off the horse as she seemed a little tired of it.

Although the eldest lady is only twelve years old, she already has the appearance of a beauty. To say she is stunning is an understatement.

Du Sha thought to herself, this eldest lady is much prettier than Li Sha, and both of them are twelve years old... No, Li Sha is thirteen years old, and this eldest lady is one year younger than Li Sha. If both of them are
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