Metropolis: I use Chinese martial arts to sweep the world

After getting rid of Shan Shengteng and Yan Wushuang, Chu Fan returned to the dilapidated warehouse and it was almost dawn.

Fortunately, the Green Tree Orchid Pavilion is also on the old street, otherwise Chu Fan might not be able to come back.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for inheriting the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon. Your vitality, strength, and speed have been permanently improved."

"Ding, congratulations to the host for inheriting the footwork Lingbo Weibu, and the vitality, strength, and speed have been permanently improved."

The two consecutive system prompts directly confused Chu Fan. Although the inheritance rate of gold-level heroic soul martial arts was as high as 20.00%, Chu Fan still didn't have much hope.

He is deeply aware of the great power of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and Lingbo Weibu, that's why he is so unbelievably generous to the system this time.

It wasn't until pictures of familiar palms and footwork kept appearing in his mind that Chu Fan believed that he had mastered these two stunts proficiently.

In addition to being ecstatic, Chu Fan's desire for loyalty was even stronger. Only a gold-level heroic soul can inherit such a domineering skill, how powerful it must be in the future.

Summons the system silently.

【Loyalty value】: 6840
[Function]: Extract heroic soul, strengthen, copy

Host martial arts skills: Wing Chun (Dacheng), Flying Knife (Grandmaster), Stealing Jade and Stealing Golden Hands (Grandmaster), Wu Qin Xi (Grandmaster), Nine Palace Needlework (Grandmaster), Eighteen Palms of Subduing Dragon (Grandmaster), Lingbo Microstep (Guru).

Bronze level heroes: Ruan Xiaoqi, Hua Rong, Lin Chong.

Silver-rank heroic soul: Feng Qingyang.

Soul Weapon: Hayate Sword.

"Ok?"

"Soul weapon?"

Chu Fan frowned, he was sure that the system virtual panel did not have this item before.

Move your consciousness to the option of the soul weapon, and a line of instructions suddenly appeared.

"Soul weapon, a special material weapon with the characteristic of growth, can be bound to the system for the host to use only, can be stored in the system space, and can be strengthened."

This function is powerful.

Chu Fan's eyes suddenly brightened. After all, it is a modern society now, and it is not good to walk around with a knife on his back.

The system can store weapons, so you can save yourself a lot of trouble.

After trying to collect and take out a few times, Chu Fan found that the fluency was very good, and there was no inconvenience at all, just like carrying it behind his back.

Secretly feeling the power of the system, Chu Fan turned his attention to the strengthening function, "I don't know how much loyalty is needed to strengthen the Hayate Sword?"

"Ding, it takes 1000 points of loyalty to strengthen the Hayate Sword to the black iron level, do you want to strengthen it?"

"strengthen."

Although Chu Fan is not rich and powerful now, he can still afford 1000 points of loyalty. The most important thing is that he wants to see how powerful Hayate Sword will be after strengthening it.

"Ding, the blast sword has been strengthened, the current level is black iron level."

The streamlined blade, the mighty and domineering gauntlet, and the flickering blade.

Chu Fan picked up the Blast Sword with one hand, but it was not as heavy as imagined, but a little more light.

"Did my strength increase, or did Hayatetachi become lighter?"

He waved it in the air, and the Hayate Sword let out a whimper, and several invisible blade lights came out of his body, revealing its sharpness.

"Just the black iron level is so sharp?"

In fact, the appearance of the sword light is not only the sharpness of the Hayate Sword itself, but the growth of Chu Fan's own strength will also bring bonuses to the power of the sword.

Concentrate your attention on strengthening again.

"Ding, it takes 5000 points of loyalty to strengthen the black iron-level Gale Sword to the bronze level. Do you want to strengthen it?"

"Do not."

After thinking about it, Chu Fan refused. Although the sharpness of the weapon can enhance his strength, the addition of the heroic soul is the foundation. In the case of insufficient loyalty, he decided to give priority to accumulating loyalty to extract the heroic soul.

Putting away the Gale Sword, changed his clothes, and Chu Fan went to look at Chu Chu again.

Although he inherited the Qingsang medical scriptures, he still couldn't guarantee Chuchu's normal actions, so he had to let her rest as much as possible, and wait for him to come back from the Tanjing Buddha Lotus to heal her.

Looking up at the sky, the sky in the distance has already turned pale, and the morning sun is slowly rising. I don't know when the old hunchback was already standing in the darkness in a black suit.

Chu Fan nodded towards the dark place, and then looked into the distance with burning eyes.

The opening of the martial arts museum means that his first base in another world has been established, but this is only a small step towards the big goal of making martial arts famous all over the world.

Especially at the special moment when spiritual energy is revived and supernatural beings are rising, it is still unknown whether Chinese martial arts can produce heroes in troubled times.

But Chu Fan is confident that in addition to the powerful power he currently possesses, he also has a system and unlimited possibilities. This is the foundation for him to gain a foothold in another world.

This time he didn't ride the flying god donkey again, but took the old hunchback to sit on the Lamborghini poison left by Xia Mo. In addition to improving the comfort, the most important thing is that it is enough to look good.

Chu Fan is not a high-profile person, but he just opened the Donghai Martial Art Museum, and ostentation is also very important.

Kaiyuan District, near the National Shield Bureau, in front of a tall building adjacent to the National Shield Bureau building, there was a lot of voices.

Chairman Huang Zhankui shuttled back and forth in the crowd with a smile on his face, and finally squeezed his way to the front. When he looked up, he saw Xia Donghai standing outside the hall with his arms folded.

"Xia Chu, cool off." Huang Zhankui wiped the sweat off his brow, shook his fat hands, and greeted him with a smile.

"You fat man, you've always had no money to get up early, and you smell something nasty, so you're working so hard today?" Xia Donghai looked at Huang Zhankui sideways, and said unhurriedly.

"Look at what you said, I'm destined to be with little brother Chu. I thought about it and came here to cheer for the show." Huang Zhankui blinked, took out a box of flowers from his pocket, popped one skillfully, and handed it to Xia Donghai, with a wicked eyebrow and a mouse eye. He walked along the door and glanced into the hall.

"Xia Chu, are there going to be a lot of big shots here today?" Huang Zhankui seemed to ask unintentionally, pulled out a fire with his waist down, and covered Xia Donghai with his hand to light a cigarette.

Xia Donghai leaned against the door, sucked hard, and exhaled smoke rings.

"Fatty Huang, we are old friends. I won't hide it from you, and you don't need to hide it from me. What are your plans?"

Huang Zhankui laughed dryly, looked at the hall, and said nothing.

Xia Donghai flicked the cigarette ash on his fingertips, and cursed with a smile, "Old fox."

Then he turned his face to the hall, "There are two three-star generals in the military department, one deputy minister in the government affairs department, five families from the eight major families, including my father, and a red-robed ambassador from the cabinet."

"Fuck, the cabinet is coming, or is it the red robe?" Huang Zhankui was startled when he heard such a huge lineup, but when he heard the last sentence, he couldn't hide his inner surprise anymore, and exclaimed directly.

"Keep down, what are you talking about, let the inside hear it, can I still work as the director?"

Xia Donghai quickly covered Huang Zhankui's mouth, and dragged him aside, away from the hall door.

"Bah bah." Huang Zhankui complained while spitting out the cigarette butt that Xia Donghai accidentally stuffed into his mouth, "I was frightened when I first heard that a big man was coming."

"Stop talking nonsense. Isn't it your wish to establish the Martial Art Museum? What is your plan for coming here today?"

Xia Donghai glanced at the hall and found that there was no response, so he turned around and asked Huang Zhankui.

"I disbanded my one-acre three-point land, and came to seek refuge with Brother Chu as a gatekeeper."

Huang Zhankui no longer concealed it, and directly expressed his intentions.

"Decided?"

Xia Donghai was slightly surprised, staring at Huang Zhankui, as if trying to get some clues from his face.

"deal."

Huang Zhankui nodded slowly, with neither sadness nor joy on his face.

"Hey, if it wasn't for a bad move back then, the Martial Arts Museum might have been established ten years earlier. It's not easy for you to put it down."

Xia Donghai looked at the fat old friend in front of him, and patted him on the shoulder comfortingly.

"Brother Chu is better than me, I don't worry if he comes."

Huang Zhankui seemed to heave a sigh of relief, and he seemed much more relaxed.

Xia Donghai heard Huang Zhankui say this, and didn't know what to say, so he took out another cigarette, lit it, and the two of them faced each other and smoked vigorously.

Buzz!

The roar of an off-road vehicle interrupted the silence of the two of them, and a black Lexus slowly approached from a distance like a giant steel beast, and stopped in front of the hall door.

No one got out of the car, and heard a loud shout first.

"Today, Zhu Biao was ordered by his master to come here to congratulate Chu Fan, the owner of the Martial Art Museum. Please stay away for the time being, or you will bear the consequences!"