Martial arts master: My aptitude depends entirely on the pile of exercises

"Teacher Wu, what is their origin?"

Wu Ling snorted coldly:

"Hmph, the local martial arts gym in Yuecheng, when we first came, we had some conflicts with them. The owner of the gymnasium lost me every move. I think this time I came here to find fault.

Don't worry, young master, I'll go and redeem Wang San right now!You guys, follow me! "

As soon as he gave an order, several guards walked out together with him. Judging by their aggressive appearance, they didn't look like they were going to redeem someone.

Yang Can thought for a while, and followed without saying a word.

Not long after, a few people arrived at the Tianhua Martial Arts Hall in the west of the city.

"Hmph, Master Lin, don't come here unharmed."

Wu Ling stood still, arms folded, and said in a cold voice.

Yang Can raised his eyes and saw that the burly man in black clothes standing in front of Tianhua Martial Arts Hall was Lin Tianhua, the owner of the gym.

Beside him were seven or eight disciples with unkind faces, while Wang San was thrown in the corner, his face was covered in blood and he looked seriously injured.

"Did you bring the silver?" Lin Tianhua looked indifferent.

"I don't have silver, but I have a pair of fists!"

Wu Ling let out a low shout, kicked his right foot, and rushed out like a tiger.

Lin Tianhua had been prepared for a long time, he put out his posture, and rushed out with both fists.

In an instant, the two sides fought with all their strength, and the sound of fists clashing and colliding was like the sound of beating drums.

Yang Can watched clearly, Wu Ling's Black Tiger Fist was fierce, and every punch was astonishing.

And Lin Tianhua's fist was a bit weaker in terms of power, but it was very flexible, with a cleverness, and it was difficult to distinguish it for a while.

After a few strokes, the two punched each other, and suddenly retreated.

"Master Lin, you have made a lot of progress."

Wu Ling opened his mouth and said.

"Hmph, Master Wu, you are still young."

Lin Tianhua stood up straight with a stern expression on his face, but his hands behind his back were trembling slightly.

Under head-to-head encounters, he was slightly inferior, so that he suffered some minor injuries.

Knowing that he had gained the upper hand, Wu Ling didn't want to cause trouble, so he said:

"Let Wang San go, let this matter be over."

Lin Tianhua smiled and said:

"Teacher Wu just joked."

Wu Ling clenched his right fist and raised it in front of him:

"Do you still want to try Wu Mou's Black Tiger Fist?"

Lin Tianhua was not afraid at all, and said leisurely:

"Your Black Tiger Fist is very strong, but my Flying Swallow Fist is not bad. In a real fight, I'm afraid that both sides will suffer."

Wu Ling's complexion changed slightly. What he was worried about was exactly this. He was afraid that someone would take advantage of it, so he frowned and asked:

"Then how are you doing?"

"How about this, why don't we find some subordinates to compete one or two, how about winning two out of three rounds?" Lin Tianhua laughed.

Wu Ling thought for a moment, then replied:

"As you wish, Chen Qiang, you go."

A guard of the Yang family who followed him took the initiative to step forward, and a muscular man walked out from the Tianhua Martial Arts Hall.

Both of them are well-known second-rate players, and they immediately exchanged hands as soon as they met.

Yang Can watched from the sidelines. Chen Qiang also learned Black Tiger Fist, but he was obviously not good at it. Not to mention that his power was much worse than that of Wu Ling, even his movements were a little stagnant.

However, the person who used the Flying Swallow Fist was not much better, he was not as agile as their owner at all, but he was knocked down by one punch after only ten moves.

Seeing the loss, Lin Tianhua still had a smile on his face, and the two sides sent people again.

This time, it was the Catch the Crane Claw against the Feiyan Fist. Unfortunately, Wu Ling's hand missed a move, and the opponent circled behind him and knocked him down with a punch to the back.

Both sides have one win and one loss.

When Wu Ling was thinking about who to send next, Yang Can stepped forward and said:

"Master Wu, I'll come to the next match."

"Master, you..." Wu Ling was startled, but Yang Can waved his hand and stepped forward:

"Don't worry."

He had seen the fight just now, and he already had a lot of confidence in his heart. These second-rate fighters were not much different from him.

Especially the Flying Swallow Fist, he also saw some tricks, enough for a fight.

Lin Tianhua smiled and said:

"Oh? Wuling, you have no one under your command? How can you let your Young Master Yang go to battle in person? Are you not afraid that he will die here?"

Yang Can replied first:

"Since this matter started because of me, it should naturally end with me."

"Oh, yes, I heard that you want to buy the exercises of our martial arts school? How about..." Lin Tianhua glanced at Wang San who was lying in the corner and said with a sinister smile:

"If you can win, I will not only let this kid go, but also offer Feiyan Fist with both hands, but if you lose..."

Yang Can heard the string and knew it, and said:

"If I lose, besides redeeming people with silver, I will give you an extra copy of the Crane Claw."

"Master, don't..."

Wu Ling behind him wanted to stop him but was too late, his brow was sweating for a while.

Although he knew that Yang Can's crane claws had already been mastered, enough to be regarded as a second-rate expert.

But after all, the young master has never participated in actual combat, and his experience is shallow. If he loses, it is not a big deal if he loses the money cheat book, but if he is injured, it is a big deal!

On the other side, Lin Tianhua was delighted, he did not expect this young man to accept the matter so easily.

May I ask, who in Yuecheng doesn't know the anecdote that the eldest son of the Yang family didn't understand martial arts, but he practiced martial arts and made himself fall down?This Crane Claw is like a free gift!

"Zhao Changnian, you go." He said with a smile.

"Yes!"

A bald-headed man in his thirties and forties came out. His huge stature was a head taller than Yang Can's!Stretching his muscles and bones while walking, he sneered again and again:

"Hehe, little baby, watch how I make you cry."

Yang Can twitched the corner of his mouth and let out a sneer. Suddenly, his five fingers curled into claws, and he thrust his hand towards the opponent's throat.

"Hmph, overestimating yourself!"

Zhao Changnian showed contempt, he had heard that Crane Claw specializes in throat.

At the moment, one hand crosses the neck and concentrates on defense, and the other hand sticks out from the waist and hits Yang Can's ribs. If this punch hits, at least three ribs will be broken!

However, just when he was proud, he suddenly felt a pain in his right wrist.

After taking a look, it was only then that Yang Can's claws that had just attacked his throat were firmly grasping his protruding wrist at some point.

Zhao Changnian was startled, and when he was about to get rid of it, he found that although Yang Can was small, his strength was unreasonable. The hand holding him was like an iron hoop, and he couldn't break free at all.

What's even more terrible is that at this moment, there was a slap from the position of his left hand on the crossbar, and his wrist was also grabbed.

"Oops!"

Zhao Changnian's complexion changed.

And Yang Can grinned, and suddenly exerted force in his hand.

Just this one, the painful Zhao Changnian fell to his knees, screaming in pain again and again, his hands showed an extremely unnatural angle, obviously he was powerless to fight any more.

"it is good!"

Wu Ling, who was still a little worried just now, suddenly looked overjoyed.

The Crane Claw was originally designed to focus on the throat, but this battle Yang Can was not limited by his skills, but used this as a bait to cut the opponent's wrist and win easily.

This is really not easy for those who are fighting for the first time.

The astonishment on Lin Tianhua's face lasted only for a moment, and then he applauded and praised:

"Okay, okay! Sure enough, a famous teacher has produced a high-level apprentice. If you are willing to bet and admit defeat, this exercise is for you."

With a flick of his hand, he threw the kung fu technique on Wang San, then looked at Yang Can, and with a hook of his mouth, he led him back to the martial arts hall.

A disciple beside him stepped forward rather dissatisfied and asked:

"Master, do you want them to leave like this?"

Lin Tianhua smiled darkly, and said in a low voice:

"Hehe, it's okay, let them be proud for a while."

Lin Tianhua, who returned to the martial arts hall, walked into a secret room, where the white-haired old man Gu Yuan was drinking tea leisurely. When he saw him coming in, he raised his head and asked:

"How is Wuling's strength?"

Lin Tianhua smiled, this time he deliberately detained Wang San to find fault, it was originally a tentative move by the Gu family to deal with the Yang family.

"As expected, although that guy Wuling has made some progress, he still has a long way to go before becoming a warrior."

"Okay! I'm not afraid if I'm not a martial artist!" Gu Yuan was overjoyed, and clapped his hands and shouted:

"In a few months, when my son comes back, you two first-class masters will join forces, and the Yang family will definitely be unable to eat!

Hmph, since they came to Yuecheng, they have taken over a lot of our Gu family's business, this time, I want them to spit out all their capital and profits! "

Lin Tianhua replied with a smile:

"Hehe, it should be so. After the matter is completed, Mr. Gu must never forget my share!"

"Don't worry, your benefits are indispensable..."

There were bursts of sinister laughter in the secret room.

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Chapter 4 Black Tiger Fist!Beyond Uling!

The crowd watching the battle on the street dispersed.

Yang Can sent someone to help Wang San and sent him back to the mansion.

He looked at the exercise secret book in his hand, and then turned his gaze to the closed Tianhua Martial Arts Hall.

He felt that the way Lin Tianhua looked at him at the end was a bit strange.

That slightly smug look doesn't look like a loser at all.

You know, one tael of silver is enough for an ordinary person to live for a year, and this kind of superior exercise can be sold for one or two hundred taels at least.

Although Lin Tianhua is not rich in opening a martial arts gym, he is not so rich. What's more, he lost not only his martial arts, but also his martial arts reputation.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Wu Ling, who was originally excited, saw his strange expression, so he stepped forward and asked.

"I'm fine." Yang Can shook his head and ordered:

"Find someone to watch Lin Tianhua quietly, I don't think it's that simple."

Wu Ling was startled and said:

"Master, do you mean that they injured Wang San for another purpose?"

Yang Can was not sure: "It's hard to say, it's always right to be careful."

"Too."