If it was a rough punch to smash someone's plaque, Fang Chang would never do it.

Not to mention that you only deduct 400 krypton gold coins.

Even if he deducts four thousand, he won't do it.

Life is more important than money.

Fortunately, through the original owner's memory, he knew that there are also some considerations in this world to play a kiosk.

Divided martial kicks and literary kicks.

Wu Kicking just said nothing, and went in all the way, knocking the owner down to be the successful kick of the hall.

A restaurant that is kicked over is basically equivalent to closure.

No one is willing to come to you to learn martial arts.

This is a dead enemy. If you poison the arrow, the owner of the house will try every means to kill you.

Even if you can't kill you, I will find a way to make you green.

There are many strong men in the martial arts hall.

And there is also Wenkong.

Fang Chang did this time just to get a whistle.

He sent a book of eighth-grade martial arts to the owner of the museum, and the implication was that I was here to communicate and learn.

I brought the tuition fee.

If I fail to learn the arts and fail to play the club, then this book "Qiyue Liuguang Saber" will be given to your club.

If I succeed by chance, you either return the things to me or return a reward of worth.

We will be friends in the future.

It is much more harmonious to play in a literary and martial arts game.

But since it's a kick, no matter how kind you are, it's a provocation.

Under the attention of a group of martial arts disciples, Fang Chang walked in with a smile.

In fact, his calves were cramped.

Be careless.

I don’t know if I can find someone who is more delicious than me in this martial arts hall.

Maybe he acted so well.

In the eyes of others, this is a manifestation of self-confidence.

The young man, with a handsome appearance, walked to the museum owner with a strange-shaped sword on his back.

"I've met the owner."

"Little brother, I'm very pretty."

Professor Gan has a headache.

If he is an old guy or looks extremely evil, he may be better at dealing with it.

What is this?

A child.

Believe it or not, I'll give you milk powder.

"I just moved here and saw a martial arts school here, so I wanted to come in and exchange and learn."

Fang Chang grinned, revealing eight big teeth.

"Communication and learning are welcome at any time, so there is no need for this." Professor Gan pointed to the wooden box on the table.

The young man didn't know that the world was high and he couldn't take advantage of it.

"I understand what this means, and there is no insult to the fearless martial arts school. If you lose today, this sword book will be regarded as a gift to all the brothers." Fang Chang gritted his teeth and continued to challenge.

Professor Gan was a little annoyed.

I'll give you a way out, why do you have to show off?

Since this kid has a tough request to kick the club, Professor Gan won't be afraid of him.

Then let's go through the program.

"Among the ninth grade, compare the sword."

Fang Chang showed his strength.

There was a sudden turmoil in the martial arts hall.

Don’t get me wrong. They were not scared by Fang Chang’s strength, but they didn’t expect that Fang Chang would come over to challenge him before he even reached the eighth grade.

And also brought eighth-grade martial arts.

Young man, who gave you the courage?

Can you tell us how to make it so that you can have the same food as you?

"Are you sure you want to compete? The worst ones on my side are above the ninth grade." Professor Gan was almost collapsed.

I really want to go home to grow sweet potatoes, but I don’t want to dry them anymore.

There are so many martial arts schools in Linhai City, why do you have to humiliate me?

Everyone knows that the Fearless Martial Arts Hall was kicked by a ninth rank.

Win or lose are not good.

No, no matter what the result is today, no word is allowed to be circulated to the outside world.

"Just as high as the ninth grade, just high as the ninth grade!" Fang Chang breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, there was someone who could fight with him.

If you don’t care about the realm of martial arts, you have to beat someone from the martial arts school.

If you want to play in a literary way, since those who come to play in the martial arts school talk about the rules, the people in the martial arts school naturally don’t lose their demeanor.

If you come to the ninth grade like Fang Chang, the martial arts hall will usually send the same level to fight.

Whether it is the ninth grade or the middle grade, as long as it is the ninth grade, it is fine.

"Since you are so confident, the ninth rank of the people who are on the verge of the squad will come forward and let the little brother choose one." Professor Gan did not bully Fang Chang.

Three ninth-grade students stood neatly in front of Fang Chang.

Fang Chang really wants to say, let’s go together.

But if that is the case, let’s not talk about whether he can beat him. The main reason is that he is too humiliating the martial arts school.

"Three brothers, who do you use the sword?" Fang Chang asked carefully.

The three people looked at each other, and one of the unshaven middle-aged men was elected.

With strong muscles, logic is that he is not only a ninth grade at such an old age.

But that's the reality.

If Fang Chang had not been traveled through time, if he had no system, he would have very likely not reach the eighth grade even if he was middle-aged.

"please!"

"Please give me some advice!"

The two of them set off and the competition officially began.

The martial arts hall sent four people, including the owner, to stand in four corners, and immediately rescued them if they lost control.

Logically speaking, such a literary applause should also be invited to witness from outside.

However, Fang Chang, a small chicken in the ninth grade, is really worth mobilizing.

What's more, among these four people, in addition to Professor Gan, there are two other teachers from Linhai University. No matter whether they are presentation or their professionalism, they do not need to be questioned.

The two wandered for a few seconds and soon formed a group of people.

This is Fang Chang's first actual combat with a sword today. He has no experience at all, and he has no way to find the opponent's flaws in the process of accumulating momentum.

In the eyes of the middle-aged swordsman, Fang Chang's posture of moving or holding the sword was full of loopholes and all of them were flaws.

When a person's whole body is full of flaws, it is meaningless to find flaws.

Start the fight directly.

The middle-aged swordsman's sword is very wide and takes a powerful path, while Fang Chang's sword is very slender.

A trace of murderous aura emerges from the rust.

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!

"Good sword technique, no wonder I used an eighth-grade sword score as a bet." Professor Gan's eyes were so vicious that he could see the quality of Fang Chang's sword technique at a glance.

In the first few rounds, the middle-aged swordsman could attack and defend a few more times.
To be continued...