Zhou Wu's three days can be regarded as an ordinary martial artist for at least three years of penance.

Zhou Wu looked at it, and a howler rabbit had been eaten to the bone. The ancients had clouds, poor and rich, and they were really honest and not deceiving.

Although the price paid was very large, it was not worth mentioning in terms of the harvest of Zhou Wu stepping into the skin and bone realm.

"Cher, come and help me clean up the house. Zhou Wu was so painful that he splashed the water in the bathtub everywhere.

"Ahh Xue'er was startled when she saw the burly Zhou Wu and exclaimed. "Three Princesses...... Where's the son?"

Zhou Wuhan smiled, his changes were too great, and he smiled at Xue'er, "I'm not the third son of the Zhou family, but who am I?"

Xue'er looked at Zhou Wu's face for a while, it was indeed the same as before, but the model was larger, and it still looked a little funny when the fifteen-year-old face was stretched around. Only then did Xue'er confirm that the person in front of her was really Zhou Wu, the third son of the Zhou family.

"Childe, how did you become so ...... Tall and mighty. Xue'er began to stutter when she saw Zhou Wu's appearance.

"After practicing martial arts, it becomes like this when you practice. Zhou Wu scratched his head, a little embarrassed that he had just been scared.

"Alright, you can clean up your room. Zhou Wu threw down this sentence and left.

Zhou Wu picked up the iron sword and began to practice the Sancai swordsmanship, which path to choose was still far away for Zhou Wu, and he was not very familiar with the movements of practicing sword moves now.

Today, Zhou Wu did not continue to practice swordsmanship until dark, but stopped after practicing swordsmanship for an hour.

I ate a lot of meat from the howler rabbit in the morning, but I'm not hungry now.

It's time to ask Master Wang San for the exercises of the Skin and Bone Realm.

Of course, Zhou Wu also thought about hiding his strength and not showing his edge too much, but the change in his current appearance is too obvious, as long as he is not blind, he can see that he has risen to a height of six feet, and his strong arms are comparable to a strong bull.

It was now afternoon, and Zhou Wu was probably drinking tea at a nearby teahouse.

Wang San is not a hobby of drinking tea, but because the teahouse is often full of people and news. Wang San is a native of the rivers and lakes in the end, and he is very interested in those things that are happy to enmity and revenge. Sometimes you can also meet a lot of familiar Jianghu guests, talk with each other, and reminisce about the past.

In just a few moments, Zhou Wu arrived at the teahouse.

There was a small pergola outside the teahouse, and there were some wooden benches around a few square tables under the pergola, and there were only four or five people scattered around, and Zhou Wu glanced at it, and there was no Wang San among them.

Zhou Wu looked in again, a black plaque on the second floor of the small teahouse with the words "Qing Teahouse" written on it, and red tassels tied under the sign, the door of this teahouse is just an ordinary screen partition door, which is very different from the previous luxurious casino gate and the elegant and noble pear garden gate.

Zhou Wu walked in, there were only fifteen or sixteen small brown and black square tables in this teahouse, and the second floor was the "book tea room", that is, the place where the storyteller told the story.

Zhou Wu looked at it, and they were all tea guests sitting on benches or short stools around the square table drinking tea in groups of threes and twos. Zhou Wu glanced around, and sure enough, he found the man in a black power suit, Wang San, the master that Zhou Wu had worshiped for three days.

Wang San was sitting next to a small brown and black square table, and there was a seven-foot man in front of him, this person was a tiger's back, bloated and rich, and the beard on his face was nearly a foot long.

Zhou Wu stepped forward, as if listening to what the two were talking about apprentice competitions and the like, but he didn't continue to eavesdrop, which was rude after all.

"Master!" Zhou Wu greeted Wang San and sat down on the bench in the other direction of the small square table.

Wang San was also puzzled in his heart, but who was this sturdy young man, and why did he call him Master?

Wang San looked at Zhou Wu. This young man has strong blood and strength, and his skin is tight, and at first glance, he is a martial artist of the skin and bone realm, if it is really his apprentice, it will be fine.

Apprentice?How could Wang San have such an apprentice, who had never confiscated an apprentice for so many years...... Three days ago, he did accept the third son of the Zhou family as an apprentice.

Wang San looked at Zhou Wu's face again, revealing an extremely surprised expression, wasn't this face the third young master Zhou Wu of the Zhou family, the apprentice he had accepted three days ago?

Wang San glanced at the stout man sitting opposite, immediately forcibly regained his composure, coughed lightly, and said, "Apprentice, this is the famous Black Wind Palm Li Wangguo on the rivers and lakes, you can call him Senior Uncle." “

"I've seen Uncle Shi. Zhou Wu responded politely.

When the stout man saw Zhou Wu appear, the joy on his face went down by seven or eight points, and he didn't reply to Zhou Wu, but said sourly, "You are a bad old man, full of bad water, you secretly accepted such a good apprentice, and you pretended to shirk it from me before, it's really shameless!"

Zhou Wu felt that the atmosphere was not very harmonious, and it happened that the tea in the teapot on the table had bottomed out, so he shouted, "Dr. Tea, come and show us tea!"

The teahouse guy took another pot of tea and put it on the table, replacing the previous teapot with it.

Li Wangguo picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea into the teacup, took a sip, his face eased, and then said: "Since you have such a precious apprentice, there is no need for this "Little Hero Club" to refuse. As he spoke, Li Wangguo took out an invitation from his arms and slapped it on the table.

Li Wangguo said that, he got up and left.

After just walking a few steps, he looked back at Zhou Wu twice, and muttered, "What a sturdy young man, why are you blind to learn what Laoshzi swordsmanship with that bad old man, and how good it is to learn the Black Wind Palm with me." “

Only then did he walk out of the teahouse.

"Master, what's going on?" Zhou Wu only heard these few words without a beginning or an end, and he couldn't figure out how to ask Wang San. "What is this "Little Hero Club"?"

However, Wang San had more questions than he did, and instead of answering Zhou Wu's question, he asked the same question.

"How did you cultivate, how did you reach such a point in just three days, and even become a true martial artist in the Skin and Bone Realm?"

For this Zhou Wu, he had already expected it, and he had already made up the story.

"Yesterday, I went out to play and saw that the stall vendor sold a round and red fruit, so I bought it for a tael of silver, and after eating it, I felt extremely hot and dry, so I started to practice with the cultivation method in the Sancai Sword Technique, and the blood qi mass seemed to have endless vitality, and I wiped out all the blockages in the blood and qi veins, and then I became like this. “

After all, whether it is in the previous life or in this world, there are countless legends of such adventures, and although Zhou Wu has a slim chance of encountering a strange fruit, it is not impossible.

Wang San obviously chose to believe such a thing, otherwise it would be too shocking to say that an ordinary person who had never cultivated in the past three days with his own talent would become a true martial artist of the Skin and Bone Realm.

Wang San nodded and said, "If what I think is correct, what you eat is the spiritual fruit that is strictly controlled by the three major forces, and this makes sense." “