"You're the boss, aren't you?" Jiang Ping looked at Wu Qingfeng.

"Yes, may I ask what is the matter with you?" Wu Qingfeng said.

"Boss, he's here to apply for a job, saying he wants to be a coach with us," the front desk staff said to Wu Qingfeng.

"Be a coach?" Wu Qingfeng stared at Jiang Ping, looking up and down, scrutinizing. After reading it, he smiled and said, "Sir, how do you look like you." ”

Jiang Ping was already weak-hearted, and when he was stared at by her pair of sharp eyes, he suddenly felt like a man's back, and his heart was even more weak, but he still pretended to be calm and said coldly, "It's not like anything?"

"It's not like a martial arts practitioner. "Wu Qingfeng said.

"I haven't practiced in years," Jiang Ping explained.

"Really?" said Wu Qingfeng, "then how are your basic skills?"

Modern society is no longer a martial arts world, and it is not as popular as before, with the decline of martial arts, places like martial arts halls naturally do not flourish.

Today's children are learning cultural classes, or training body and voice beauty and the like, plus today's children are pampered, with fine skin and tender meat, and can't bear the hardships of martial arts, so few parents are really willing to let their children practice martial arts.

And more is to hope that children can enrich their extracurricular life through martial arts, exercise their bodies, and make a few playmates, to put it bluntly, as a play, so that the business of the martial arts hall is not very good.

This Qingfeng Martial Arts Hall currently has such a predicament, and there are only twenty or thirty students in the hall in total, which belongs to the kind that can't stand starvation and don't die.

Wu Qingfeng wants to expand his business and increase efficiency, so he naturally starts from the coach.

Nowadays, many children are no longer interested in those commonplace martial arts, such as karate, taekwondo, Jeet Kune Do, etc., they pursue that kind of rare and powerful unique skills.

If there is a master in the martial arts hall who knows how to do it, it will definitely attract a large number of students.

So this is one of the points that Qingfeng Martial Arts Hall is currently focusing on, that is, to recruit masters who understand unique skills.

Even if the basic skills are poor, as long as there is a unique skill, it will be very popular.

But then again, generally those who know how to do unique things are masters, and the basic skills are definitely not bad.

"Because I haven't practiced for several years, my basic skills are wasted, but I have a unique job. Jiang Ping said with a serious and sincere face.

Wu Qingfeng's eyes lit up when he heard this, "What kind of unique skill, can you show your hands to everyone?"

"Have you heard of the iron cloth shirt?" Jiang Ping said with a mysterious expression.

"Iron cloth shirt?" Wu Qingfeng's eyes lit up suddenly, "Of course I've heard of it,"

What she knows, the kung fu of iron cloth shirt and gold cup cover, which is both internal and practical, is rare in modern society, although there are still masters in some monasteries or some monasteries who know this skill.

But to be honest, there are almost no people who have really practiced to the point of invulnerability.

Because this kind of kung fu is so difficult, not only do you have to practice internal breathing, but you also have to roll in the sand mound for three years, and no one can stand this alone.

Seeing Wu Qingfeng looking at him with that kind of amazing and suspicious eyes, Jiang Ping hugged his arms and said no more, pretending to be profound.

"So, you have the kung fu of iron cloth shirts?" Wu Qingfeng asked as he stared at Jiang Ping.

Jiang Ping nodded, his expression faint.

"I can't see it," Wu Qingfeng wanted to say that you, a person with fine skin and tender meat, look like a person who has been rolling in a mound of sand for three years.

At this time, two coaches came over,

Hearing that this new self-proclaimed kung fu had an iron cloth shirt, they all stared at him, examined him, and then shook their heads and smiled, smiling disdainfully.

They have the same opinion as Wu Qingfeng in their hearts, that is, Jiang Ping doesn't look like a martial artist at all, let alone hard kung fu like iron cloth shirts.

"Can you show it?" Seeing that Jiang Ping didn't speak, he just looked profound, and Wu Qingfeng was also suspenseful in his heart, not knowing whether the other party's kung fu was true or not.

"Yes. Jiang Ping said: "How do you want me to show it?"

"That's it, Master Hong, you go and get a whip here, don't smoke more, just whip it, don't use all your strength, just make six points of strength......," Wu Qingfeng explained to a coach.

At the age of thirty or forty years old, although he was not tall, he was quite strong, the muscles on his arms were knotted, his eyes were shining, and he looked like a practitioner, and he replied in a voice like Hong Zhong, "Dele." ”

As he spoke, he turned around and strode to get the whip, looking at his powerful appearance, not to mention using six points of force, even three points of force can draw a blood mark out of a person's body.

"Wait. Jiang Ping's heart twitched when he thought of the whip, his super body armor can be bulletproof and knife and gun Such a sharp weapon cannot defend against gravity strikes, and may not be able to defend against whips, after all, the whip is blessed with strength,

In the case of uncertain factors, he didn't want to suffer from that flesh and skin, so he spoke decisively and said to Wu Qingfeng, "Whip......?

After drinking Master Na Hong, Jiang Ping's eyes swept in the martial arts hall, and he saw a weapon rack placed in the corner of the martial arts hall, on which were placed weapons such as swords.

He walked over decisively, and when he saw that the knife was open, he took out a knife and walked over, raised the knife in front of everyone, and then slashed his left arm, and everyone frowned. The staff and several of the apprentices were in a state of panic.

But Jiang Ping is not worried at all, super body armor can even defend against razors, let alone the blade of this big knife,

In the end, the blade was blocked by the super body armor, and Jiang Ping's arm was unscathed under the sharp blade.

Everyone was stunned, dumbfounded, and looked at each other behind them. Gasp.

"Why? don't believe it?" Jiang Ping said and changed the knife to his left hand, then slashed twice on his right arm, and then threw the knife on the ground, "Now, you believe it, right?"

With a bang, the sonorous sound of the big knife falling to the ground pulled everyone back from their stunned and pulled Jiang Ping's body,

Then, Wu Qingfeng took the lead in applauding,

Then, Master Hong applauded,

And then another master surnamed Hou,

Then, the staff, as well as the four students, applauded,

"Good, good kung fu!"

"Today is finally the real kung fu of seeing the iron cloth shirt!" Wu Qingfeng looked surprised and excited,

"It's not easy to train the iron cloth shirt to this level. Admire, admire. Master Hong said.

The master surnamed Hou was even more amazing, "The key is that this little master looks like he has fine skin and tender meat, as if he has never practiced, which means that he relies on internal breath and his internal strength is profound!"

"Master. This is the master......" a female student clapped her hands.

"Master, your surname, I want to worship you as a teacher, you can accept me......" A male student hugged Jiang Ping and said.

"May I ask this master's surname?" Wu Qingfeng saw that Jiang Ping was respected and admired by the students before he joined the company, so he naturally didn't take much of the test at this time, so he hurriedly asked his name.

"Don't give your surname Jiang. One word is flat. Jiang Ping put his hands up, showing an even more ancient look.

"Senior Jiang, today we are an eye-opener, please sit down, please sit down and learn to speak," Wu Qingfeng hurriedly gave up his seat, and then explained to the staff at the front desk, "Xiao Xia, hurry up and pour water for Master Jiang." ”

Xiao Xia hurriedly ran to pour Jiang Ping a glass of water and brought it to the front, which was called an eagerness.

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PS: Let's talk about the follow-up plot, it won't be developed on the line of martial arts, and it won't pull out any ancient martial arts or the like, don't worry, in addition, ask for votes as usual, this is indispensable, these two weeks are very critical, I hope you vote for me.