Song Zhan said, pointing to the red brick fence and the smooth concrete floor.

This kind of venue is very similar to the ice rink in the township a long time ago.

In fact, his guess was right, this place was indeed an ice skating rink decades ago, but later more entertainment activities arose, and the skating rink could not make money, so it was abandoned, and then it was taken over by the middle-aged man opposite at a very cheap price.

The middle-aged man said indifferently: "If you are here to learn swordsmanship, you don't have to care about the environment, this kind of place is actually better, practice Sanjiu in winter, practice Sanfu in summer, are you here to enjoy?" ”

Song Zhan naturally shook his head.

But there was still some reluctance to ask: "Can't it be cheaper?" ”

"Can't!"

The middle-aged man's tone did not fluctuate in the slightest, but the more so, the more resolute the other party's will became.

Song Zhan looked at the students in the venue and asked, "Have they already paid 50,000?" ”

50,000 yuan, this number is nothing to rich people, and sometimes they throw away several times this number when they invite a guest to sing a song at night.

But for an ordinary person like Song Zhan, it is a lot of money, even if he still has 16 million lying in his account now, he still feels that it is not cheap.

He looked at the few people who were practicing swordsmanship in the field, and they didn't seem to look like rich and noble people, so he was a little suspicious that the boss in front of him was trying to blackmail him for a sum of money.

"They are my son's nephews, so of course they don't have to take money."

The middle-aged man said as a matter of course, and at the same time took out a pack of opened Nanyan cigarettes from his pants pocket, handed it over, and asked, "Do you smoke it?" ”

"Thank you, I don't smoke," Song Zhan waved his hand, it turned out to be the other party's son and nephew, so there was no way.

The middle-aged man put Nanyan back in his pocket and said, "It's good not to smoke, but you can't smoke if you practice martial arts, it's not good for your lungs." If the lungs are not good, the qi will not come up, let alone practicing martial arts, if the qi is deficient, it will be good if ordinary life is not affected. ”

Song Zhan could see that this middle-aged man didn't smoke either, and he was testing him just now.

If he takes it, I'm afraid that even if he gets started, the salary will not be much higher.

"Well, you can pick any one of them, and if it's not bad, I'll give you five thousand."

The middle-aged man glanced at Song Zhan and took a step back, finally there was a door-to-door learner, and he didn't want to let go.

"Okay," Seeing that things had taken a turn for the better, Song Zhan, who was originally planning to leave, readily agreed.

Seeing that Song Zhan agreed, the middle-aged man clapped his hands and stopped the five people in the field.

"Xiao Wu, you came, and you have dealt with him."

"Okay!" The young man who was called Xiao Wu agreed with some excitement.

ran into a room, took out two sets of armor, and placed one of them in front of Song Zhan.

"That's too much trouble, isn't it?"

Song Zhan looked at the armor on the ground and said casually.

"Swords have no eyes, even wooden swords and wooden swords."

The middle-aged man still spoke in an indifferent tone, saying unquestionable words.

Okay, you are the owner of the pavilion, you are the boss, listen to you, Song Zhan silently put on the armor.

After the two of them put on their clothes, they walked to the center of the arena and stood still, and a wooden knife was sent to Song Zhan.

Song Zhan took the wooden knife and waved it twice casually, although the feel was not as good as Chi Lian, but it was okay.

The moment the middle-aged man touched the knife in Song Zhan, his face completely changed.

Looking at the fierce murderous aura that Song Zhan inadvertently emanated, his heart shook.

"Xiao Wu, come down, you are not his opponent."

Just as Xiao Wuxing was about to greet him, he heard his uncle's voice.

"Ahh Uncle, this hasn't been fought yet! He was a little unwilling.

"When I say it, do you want to die?"

Xiao Wu shrank his head after being scolded and hurriedly ran to the sidelines.

"They're too small to fight you, I'll do it."

The middle-aged man picked up a wooden knife and walked to the opposite side of Song Zhan with a calm expression.

Several disciples who saw this move were confused, should they be so exaggerated, their father/uncle, but the authentic sword master, has been practicing kung fu for nearly fifty years.

Put it on the rivers and lakes, it can also be called.

Song Zhan didn't care, nodded, and put the posture away.

At this time, several disciples who were watching the battle also found that something was wrong, Song Zhan's previous ordinary temperament changed in vain, and a strong aura of slaughter came to his face.

"Be careful, uncle!"

After Song Zhan finished speaking, he let out a low shout, and his body habitually exerted his strength according to the power technique of the explosive step in the game.

As soon as the eyes of everyone on the sidelines were dazzling, they saw that Song Zhan had rushed in front of his master, and the wooden knife in his hand carried an indomitable momentum and slashed down from top to bottom.

Facing Song Zhan's imposing knife, the middle-aged man opposite was not in a hurry, raised the knife and dragged it diagonally, and was about to drag Song Zhan's knife aside.

"Humph!"

Feeling the continuous strength of the wooden knife in his hand, Song Zhan snorted coldly, his arm exerted force, and it was another horizontal cut.

The middle-aged man only took a small step back, and he perfectly gave way to Song Zhan's knife.

Then, Youyun took a step forward lightly, and the wooden knife in his hand was raised, forcing Song Zhan to retreat sharply.

With one move, the middle-aged man was imposing, stepping on the gossip step, and the wooden knife in his hand beckoned to Song Zhan, the movements were concise and fast, which made Song Zhan difficult to parry for a while.

"Bang!" A sound of timber clashing came, and Song Zhan finally blocked the attack of the middle-aged man on the opposite side with a knife, followed by an extremely skilled direct kick, forcing the other party to avoid.

After the middle-aged man avoided the way, he did not choose to attack again, and stood in place with a complicated expression.

Although it was only a short fight, he could also see that Song Zhan's skills were definitely really killed, but how old he was, how could there be such an environment in this world.

"You've really only been thinking about it for more than a month?"

Song Zhan nodded, not knowing why.

"How do you practice? Where did you practice? The middle-aged man finally couldn't help it and asked curiously.

"In the game, I use knives, so I probably have such awareness." Song Zhan gasped and said, don't look at it, it hasn't been long since the fight, but the physical strength consumed is definitely not less than running 1,500 meters.

"Are you talking about Shenwu Ji?"

Xiao Wu, who was watching the battle next to him, raised his hand and looked at Song Zhan and asked excitedly.

Song Zhan nodded, a little curious, "Yes, it's Shenwu Ji, do you also play?" ”

I saw Xiao Wu shake his head, looked at the middle-aged man carefully, and said, "We have to practice, how can we play games." ”

Song Zhan saw that his eyes were dodging and always drifting towards the middle-aged man, so he understood what the situation was.

Isn't it just that when I was a child, my parents were the same, thinking that all games were harmful and hindered learning, and they would be banned.

The middle-aged man had already put down the knife at this time, looked at Song Zhan and said, "Count you through, the tuition fee is forty-five thousand, if you want to learn, you will pay the money, if you don't study, please go back." ”

Song Zhan no longer hesitated, and directly transferred money to the other party, which can be regarded as officially worshipping under the Eight Golden Lock Knife Sect to learn art.

"Today is no longer suitable, from tomorrow onwards, you come over at seven o'clock in the morning every day, remember not to eat breakfast, and practice with them, is there a problem?"

When the middle-aged man received the money, a smile appeared on his indifferent face, and he asked Song Zhan.

"Okay, no problem." Song Zhan nodded and replied