When Ling Feng opened the martial arts hall, he appeared in the martial arts hall on time, and after saying hello to Zhang Tiezhu, a colleague of the martial arts hall and his only friend in this world, the two of them started their day's work. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

While cleaning the hall of the martial arts hall, I looked at the picture on the huge LCD TV hanging on the wall from time to time. The two of them chatted with each other.

"Look, madman, tsk...... This person on TV knocked an off-road vehicle weighing at least two or three tons more than ten meters away with one punch, it is really a humanoid weapon, too powerful! When will we have such power!"

Elementary school, junior high school, high school, Zhang Tiezhu has always been his most loyal friend, Ling Feng knows Zhang Tiezhu and knows that he has an almost crazy admiration for powerful martial artists.

"Zhuzi, don't you look at who made the shot!" Song Yuandong was a well-known second-grade martial artist three years ago, and in the Four Nations Tournament last year, he even beat many strong players in Southeast Asia, Europe and the United States, and this year I am afraid that he is about to touch the threshold of the grandmaster!" Ling Feng quickly dragged the ground and said to Zhang Tiezhu, who was cleaning the ring.

"Yes, the robber was also unlucky, after robbing a jewelry store, he successfully got rid of the pursuit of the police, but he didn't expect to meet Song Yuandong on the way, haha, it's really moldy. Grandmaster, I'm afraid it's not necessarily, except for a few existences in the whole world that have disappeared for many years, the first-grade and second-grade great martial artists should already be regarded as the strongest existences, right? I don't know when we will become martial artists, and we may have no hope in this life. Zhang Tiezhu said, a pair of big eyes flashing with excitement.

"Become a martial artist? You two boys will daydream! Do you know that without the inheritance of the sect and the accumulation of powerful wealth, how many geniuses in this world will stop at the first-grade martial arts and cannot go further!" At this time, a middle-aged man with a height of nearly two meters walked into the martial arts hall, looked at Ling Feng and the two with a playful expression and said, "You two have woken up from a dream, hurry up and clean up, and there will be a student coming over soon." ”

It was Zhao Haitian, the owner of the Brother Martial Arts Hall, who spoke as a martial arts cultivator, and he was also a well-known martial artist in the entire Jiangbei City. In last year's Jiangbei City Martial Arts Championship, Zhao Haitian defeated the good players in a row and reached the top four, and was called the little bully by the Jiangbei martial arts community. The Brother Martial Arts Hall also became famous because of this, and the number of students more than doubled.

A first-grade martial artist, although it can't be compared with those martial arts masters in big families or big forces with sect inheritance, but in a small place like Jiangbei, it is already a very strong existence.

"Pavilion Master Zhao, you can clean it up soon!" Ling Feng replied and continued to clean up, Ling Feng was not disgusted by Zhao Haitian. Although this person has the common problems of all bosses, he is still more righteous.

"Well, that's good, you two work hard, next year let you officially join the martial arts hall, become an apprentice in the martial arts hall, practice hard for ten or eight years, you can become a coach, and then your parents will follow you to enjoy happiness." After Zhao Haitian finished speaking, he walked directly towards the office on the second floor.

Ling Feng and Zhang Tiezhu's family backgrounds are very ordinary, and they can even be said to be very poor, otherwise they would not have worked in the martial arts hall. If you really work hard to become a coach in the martial arts gym, even the most ordinary coach can have ten times the current income, and you can still gain the respect of the whole society.

"Alas....... ten years, eight years. Zhang Tiezhu let out a long sigh. Ling Feng heard Zhang Tiezhu's sigh, his expression was also gloomy, he knew that Zhang Tiezhu's only relative now was his mother, and he was diagnosed with terminal cancer last month, with the medical level of this world, I am afraid that it will be a matter of two or three years at most, for Zhang Tiezhu, it is really going to be a situation of "the son wants to raise but does not wait".

"Pillar! I learned a pile method some time ago, I'll teach you when I have time!" Ling Feng thought for a while and said, for Zhang Tiezhu, Ling Feng felt that there was nothing to hide, besides, there were countless pile methods in this world, even if they were passed out, it would be nothing.

"Pile method? Okay. Zhang Tiezhu obviously didn't have much interest, after all, there were too many pile methods in this world, and the pile method was only the basis for cultivating martial arts, and it rarely helped much for the improvement of cultivation. Unless there are a few top-grade pile methods inherited from the Great Gate Sect, these pile methods are obviously not something that Ling Feng can touch.

Half an hour later, there were already more than a dozen students in the martial arts hall, and most of these students were between seventh-rank martial disciples and ninth-rank martial disciples. In the morning, students practice freely. In the afternoon, a coach will come to guide you.

"Ling Feng, put my bag and coat in my cupboard, and then bring me a drink, it's hot!" A young man in his early twenties with red hair said loudly as soon as he entered the martial arts hall, "Zhang Tiezhu, how is it, last week's injury is almost healed, continue to practice boxing with me today." ”

Ling Feng took the young man's bag and coat, and at this time Zhang Tiezhu also greeted him: "Okay, it's all right, Lin Shao came over today, I will definitely accompany you to practice!"

In addition to miscellaneous work, Zhang Tiezhu also worked part-time as a sparring partner in the martial arts hall, because he only had a level equivalent to a nine-rank martial artist, and basically every time he was beaten, his nose was blue and his face was swollen. However, because of his mother's illness, Zhang Tiezhu had no choice but to rely on his natural good physique to earn a little more.

Looking at Zhang Tiezhu's low voice, Ling Feng couldn't help but feel sad in his heart.

I have to be strong, so that I can make the people around me better! Ling Feng secretly said in his heart, his parents were also part-time workers, and they had worked hard for most of their lives, and they had not enjoyed any happiness at all. Parents often say, "No illness and no disaster is a blessing!" In fact, they are worried that they will have a disaster and illness and drag them down.

"Hey, hey, papa......." Soon the martial arts hall began to be lively, and Ling Feng also began to get busy.

"Poof!"

"Zhang Tiezhu, you're too cowardly. I've only made a few moves, you can't help it, at your level, you still want to be a sparring partner for Lao Tzu, don't want today's money!"

When Ling Feng heard the sound, Zhang Tiezhu fell down in the ring at this time, and the young man named Lin Jiahao stared at Zhang Tiezhu with disdain and scolded.

"Lao Tzu counts to three, you can't get up again, and you don't want to take this sparring job in the future!" Lin Jiahao said jokingly, "One, two,"

"Zhuzi, how is it?" Ling Feng patted Zhang Tiezhu on the shoulder, Zhang Tiezhu shook his head with a miserable smile, "I didn't eat breakfast this morning, so I don't have much strength." As he spoke, he raised his head and said to Lin Jiahao: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Lin Shao, I can still hold on!" Ling Feng frowned slightly, knowing in his heart that Zhang Tiezhu was very tight during this time, and I am afraid it was not as simple as not having breakfast.

"Hold on, you can't climb up, and you still hold on to it!" Lin Jiahao sneered, "Don't want the money for today's sparring." ”

"Lin Shao! I ......."

"Zhuzi, I'll do it for you!" Ling Feng interrupted Zhang Tiezhu's words and said to Lin Jiahao, "I'll be his sparring partner for him today!"

"You?" Lin Jiahao glanced at Ling Feng and said with a smile, "Zhang Tiezhu is a big man of 1.9 meters, and he was beaten down by Lao Tzu in a few tricks when he was a sparring partner, just your body?"

"If I lie down, you don't have to pay for sparring!" Ling Feng helped Zhang Tiezhu up and said calmly.

"Yes, yes, it seems that you have a lot of confidence in yourself!" Lin Jiahao said to Ling Feng with a mocking face, "Then I'll see if you can get today's sparring fee." ”

"Crazy, no. Zhang Tiezhu was a little anxious, he knew that this Lin Jiahao was at the level of an eight-rank martial artist, Ling Feng's body couldn't bear it at all, his physique was far beyond Ling Feng, and he gritted his teeth every time and held it down.

"It's okay, you go rest first!" Ling Feng gently patted Zhang Tiezhu's shoulder and said with a smile.

"A miscellaneous person still wants to be strong, see if Lao Tzu can't beat you!" At this time, Lin Jiahao smiled coldly.