Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

The owner blinked.

Looking at the others, in addition to the people in Zamabu, there were also a few people who were obviously seriously injured and were applying medicine to each other.

Lao Wang is also among them.

In addition, a girl with a round head and a round face was holding a computer and looking at it in fascination. She had no idea what was on it. Is it a martial arts secret book?

Someone noticed what was going on outside the door and told Teacher Wang. He looked at it, left a few instructions, and got up and came out.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a group of people crowded at the door, all of them with injuries, noses, bruises and swollen faces. Teacher Wang raised his eyebrows.

"This is what you are doing?"

"Stop talking about this, where is Yama?"

"Is he here? How about you..."

"Lost."

Teacher Wang is very straightforward.

"We lost to the teacher."

Several museum owners looked at each other. No, what happened to Lao Wang? Is he schizophrenic due to too much stimulation? Why are you still so calm after being kicked out of the gym? If your previous personality wouldn't have made you furious, wouldn't you?

Wait, what did Lao Wang call Yama?

teacher!

"what happened?"

"Why did Yama become your teacher?"

Teacher Wang pressed his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.

"follow me."

Everyone followed him in.

The training room formed by opening up four rooms is more than enough to accommodate the members of the kendo class and other people from the martial arts gym.

"In view of the new boss's wishes, we coaches still need further training, so we invited Yama Luo to be our head coach."

Teacher Wang briefly explained the ins and outs.

"Oh, by the way, Yama doesn't like the title of head coach. He says he is easily framed by villains, so he asked us all to call him teacher."

As he spoke, he motioned to the crowd to see the strong men in black clad in horseback riding.

"You should know each other. I must have met him at the martial arts exchange competition before."

People from the thirteen martial arts schools nodded.

Most of these strong men in black clothes who are standing on horseback are good players in the kendo class. They have also fought against each other in the previous martial arts exchange competitions organized by the organization, and they have won and lost. They are not just embroidered pillows that are useless.

"The teacher said that their basic skills lacked sufficient strength, so he asked those with less severe injuries to stand first and practice the lower body first before moving on."

He then showed everyone the members of the kendo class who were treating each other's injuries.

"These are injuries sustained during a previous sparring session with the teacher. They won't be healed for a while, so the teacher asked them to rest first. He also taught them a set of massage techniques to activate qi and blood, and let them practice with each other."

Hearing this, everyone became energetic. The massage technique passed down from Yama, you have to take a good look at it.

But after looking at it for a long time, there was no result. I just felt that the technique was mysterious, but it was somewhat stagnant and difficult to understand. After thinking about it, I realized that I must have just learned this technique and it was still a bit unfamiliar.

"No, look!"

Someone reminded me.

When everyone looked again, they found something abnormal. They saw a person using Yama's technique to massage, tapping and pressing repeatedly on a specific place. When he removed his hand, the area was already red, and most of the original bruises had disappeared.

It activates qi and blood, reduces swelling and blood stasis, and it has an immediate effect.

Everyone was amazed, but when they thought that this was Yama's handiwork, they were relieved.

At this time, someone pointed at Yuanyuan and asked curiously.

"What about her? What is she reading? A martial arts secret book?"

When talking about martial arts secrets, this person lowered his voice, as if he was afraid that others would hear him.

"Oh, Death."

Teacher Wang has already developed the ability to be calm in every situation. No matter how outrageous things happen to Yuanyuan and Yan Luo, he will not be surprised or laugh.

Absolutely not.

"grim Reaper?"

The owners were surprised.

They are different from Teacher Wang. Many of the museum owners are still young, and many of them spend their free time chasing the Death God Hokage to watch.

Of course, Death would not be mistaken for a masterpiece like "Johan Christophe".

I walked around and took a look, and sure enough, Aizen-sama was taking off his glasses, combing his bangs back domineeringly, and saying at the same time

Difficult words such as Sky Throne's vacancy period.

Yuanyuan's round face was very serious. After reading this paragraph, she felt thoughtful, so she silently dragged the progress bar and watched Aizen-sama's performance again.

"This is?"

"Well, in the teacher's words, this is a special practice unique to Yuanyuan."

"I see."

The museum owners suddenly thought about a serious problem.

Could it be that Yama’s kung fu was also learned from watching anime?

Chen Pingan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly took a step forward and came to Teacher Wang.

"I also want to learn from Teacher Yama."

Teacher Wang raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

The people who came with him were shocked at first, but no one came out to stop them. They exchanged glances and soon reached a consensus.

Yes, let’s not talk about who Yama Luo learned his kung fu from. Even if he really watched anime, he is really good at fighting, and this cannot be faked.

So if you can learn from him, even if you can master one and a half moves, it will be a rare opportunity.

It would be fine if there were no examples of the kendo class, but now the kendo class Zhuyu is ahead, and they have successfully entered the gate of Yama. The opportunity is here, and the next step is to see what you do.

Those who could follow were all people who had a passion for kung fu, otherwise they wouldn't have helped conceal Yama's affairs from the police. They had a yearning for martial arts in their hearts, which was passed down from generation to generation from their respective masters. obsession.

Now, the door is right in front of you, so there is no reason why you can't get in.

"Old Wang, add me!"

"Wait a minute, all nine martial arts masters in our martial arts school are included!"

"Old Wang, why are you hesitating? I'm telling you, don't think about eating alone. It's such an immoral thing to do, so be careful if you give birth to a child without an asshole!"

Teacher Wang hesitated, his face stiffened, and he replied angrily.

"Am I that kind of person?"

"Honestly, I can't make the decision on this matter. After all, you have to learn from the teacher, not me."

"Where is the teacher? Let's kowtow to him!"

This one is good. The teacher called him first. He was smart and decided on his name first. Then he would come here every day to serve tea and water. I don’t believe that you, Yama, are not soft-hearted.

"Okay, the teacher is listening to the class, I will take you there."

"Let's make an agreement first. No noise is allowed. Please keep quiet. Don't disturb others."

Everyone agreed wholeheartedly, and it was obvious that they were truly convinced by Yama.

Teacher Wang led them out and turned two corners. The Children's Palace was really big and there were all kinds of training classes. They were all dazzled.

Some people lowered their voices and chatted. They were wondering. Lao Wang said that Yama was listening to the class. What class could he listen to in the Children's Palace?

"arrive."

Teacher Wang reminded.

And everyone was quiet.

They looked into the classroom from the window.

Among a group of six or seven-year-old children, Yan Luo, who had never lost in fourteen martial arts schools, was sitting upright, writing with a brush with his little classmate.

There is a sign saying "Calligraphy Class" on the door of the classroom.

The teacher was a girl in her twenties, who looked like she was a college student from a nearby art school who came to work part-time. She taught me how to hold a brush and how to copy copybooks.

It’s just that the girl secretly glanced at Lu Mingfei from time to time. This was the first time she met such an old student. She still remembers that before the class started, the boy came over and asked if all the teenagers could come to observe, and the girl nodded subconsciously. It’s the Children’s Palace. What's wrong with the young man coming in to listen?

Then the boy found a seat and sat down. The girl was shocked and went over to ask him what he was doing. The boy plausibly said that he was seventeen years old and still a teenager, at most a teenager, and he met the requirements of being an observer.

It seemed to be right, so the girl was convinced.