Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Martial Arts Hall Opens! "Standing sticks"!

"Brother, in this way, I'm afraid that the entire rivers and lakes will covet the treasures in Su Hao's hands!"

Hearing this, Fan Yongcheng frowned and said, if the Fan family is offering a big reward, then even if others capture Su Hao, they will definitely torture it first, after all, who is not a ghost and a ghost in the rivers and lakes, and what can make the Fan family pay a heavy reward is definitely not an ordinary thing.

"That can't be helped, it's better than not having any clues now!"

Fan Yongdou shook his head, this is also a way out of the way, the reason why he looked for Zhang Jiatao and Yang Hong before, in addition to using the power of the imperial court to find Su Hao as soon as possible, another reason is that he doesn't want to make things too big and attract the attention of too many people.

But now that you can't use the power of the imperial court, you can only borrow the power of the rivers and lakes, although in this way, the dragon qi may fall into the hands of others, but it is better than the current sound at all.

"Then I'll go down and arrange it."

Fan Yongcheng said in a deep voice.

………

After coming out of Miaoshou Hall, Su Hao drove the carriage back to the inn, according to Zhou Chongyang, it would take about ten days to successfully concoct all the tiger bones.

After putting the carriage back to the inn, Su Hao went out again, along the way, Su Hao began to think about the next road, for him now, the road to the imperial examination is no longer possible, because if he wants to participate in the imperial examination, he has to go back to Shanxi, the Fan family will definitely not miss this best opportunity, unless he is confident that he can deal with the Fan family.

Although he didn't know how strong the Fan family's power was, he knew that it was definitely not weak, after all, with the strength of his father Su An, he could only get out of Wei County, but the Fan family was like a soil emperor in Datong Mansion, and he could still do business with those Mongols on the grassland, and its power could be imagined.

Clang!

A loud gong woke Su Hao up from his contemplation, and then Su Hao found that he walked in a daze to a newly opened martial arts hall, in the open space in front of the martial arts hall, four pillars were tied with thick hemp rope, forming a big ring, the ring was surrounded by people watching the excitement, and there was a pergola more than ten meters outside the ring, and there were dozens of people in the pergola.

Looking at this posture, Su Hao knew that this was the martial arts hall "standing up"!

"Libanger" is the black language on the northern rivers and lakes, and it is also the meaning of Liwei, and there are many martial arts halls in the north, especially in Zhending Mansion, which is an important city and is the favored place of many martial arts halls.

As the so-called poor literature and rich martial arts, the cost of learning martial arts is huge, even if it is to learn internal skills, although internal skills are not as much as horizontal training, but it is also indispensable, and occasionally have to be supplemented, ordinary people can not afford to practice martial arts, only the people in big cities like Zhendingfu have the family background to practice martial arts.

Therefore, in a big city like Zhending Mansion, the competition between martial arts halls is extremely fierce, and if you want to open a martial arts hall, you must first set up a "standing stick" in the ring and accept the challenge of many peers, after all, no one wants to beg for food in this city.

And those who open a martial arts hall are also happy to do so, because the martial arts hall eats a famous meal, and practicing martial arts costs a lot, and no one wants to find a showpiece to spend money and time in vain, so the greater the fame, the more people will learn from the teacher.

Where does fame come from?

The most direct way is to "stand a stick", as the so-called money presses the hands of slaves, and art presses pedestrians.

Opening a martial arts hall is a business that relies on ability to eat, and the rules of this line are very simple and rude, that is, fighting, whether it is hard or not depends on the mouth, it is necessary to see the truth under the hands.

Set up the ring, send invitations to peers, and make a life and death contract, your ability is greater, greater than all peers, you are the master, you are the top of this industry, naturally there are people who come to apprentice.

It's not impossible for you not to "stand up", but if you are not famous, naturally no one will come to learn from the teacher, and the disciples of other martial arts halls will also regard you as a soft egg, and from time to time come to smash a field, kick the hall, and add a little fame to yourself, after all, it is good to have more achievements.

At this time, a middle-aged man in a black suit jumped into the ring and raised his voice: "Fellow fathers and fellow villagers, Yang Dong, a disciple of the contemptible Five Tiger Sect, opened a museum in Zhending Mansion today to teach apprentices, and I hope that my peers in the city will give me more advice!" ”

"I'm coming!"

As soon as Yang Dong's voice fell, a big man jumped out of the pergola, and after a few ups and downs, he got into the ring, took the contract of life and death, signed the name, and then arched his hand and said: "Xia Yong, the senior disciple of the Golden Sword Martial Arts Pavilion, please give me advice!" ”

Hearing Xia Yong's self-introduction, Yang Dong's face instantly became serious, every martial arts hall will cultivate a big disciple who can be the face of the martial arts hall, after all, it is impossible for the martial arts hall master to go out in person every time.

Especially like this ring, the owner of the martial arts hall finally made a name for himself in this Zhending Mansion and established a root, how could he shoot casually and win, the owner of the hall has no benefit, what good can it be to win a new martial arts hall without fame, but if he loses, the fame that he has worked so hard to make a wedding dress for people.

Therefore, each martial arts hall will cultivate a big disciple who represents the façade of the martial arts hall, and things like going to the ring are generally these big disciples who come forward, after all, these disciples themselves are not famous, and if they lose, they are not proficient in learning and art, and if they win, they are the masters of the hall.

And after all, these façade disciples represent the martial arts hall, so they are also hard at work in terms of training, either the children of the hall owner, or the disciples of the personal lineage, all of whom have been truly passed on, and they should definitely not be underestimated.

"Please!"

Yang Dong also bowed back.

The next moment, Yang Dong took a big stride, approached Xia Yong, clenched his palms into a fist, and punched out!

Roar!

The sound of the punch is like a tiger roaring!

Five Tiger Gate Stunts, Five Tiger Fists!

Seeing this punch, Xia Yong's pupils shrank, and he raised his head and let out a long roar.

The next moment, he stepped out and stomped on the bluestone ground!

The tall and majestic body brought up a fierce wind, and the mountains and seas seemed to be hammered down towards Yang Dong with a fist!

Shaker the Hammer!

This punch is extremely vicious, like a golden hammer shaking a mountain, unstoppable, extremely vicious!

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Xia Yong "Tengteng" took three steps back, and each step stomped the bluestone under his feet to smash, and between the bluestone splashes, Xia Yong's face also rose red, and at the same time, a wisp of red color flowed out from the corner of his mouth, obviously suffering internal injuries.

"Agreed!"

Yang Dong did not continue to make a move, but stood in place and arched his hand, although Xia Yong had signed a life and death contract, it did not mean that he could kill people, he opened the martial arts hall to make a fortune, not to make a feud, killed Xia Yong, it is estimated that the entire martial arts hall of Zhending Mansion will not tolerate him.

"Pavilion Master Yang is good at kung fu!"

Seeing this, Xia Yong could only smile bitterly and arch his hand, people have already given face, he has to accept it when he sees it, the punch just now, if it wasn't for Yang Dong receiving three points of strength in the end, it is difficult to say whether he can stand or not.

Outside the ring, Su Hao looked at the bluestone that was trampled by the two of them, his expression was solemn, this Xia Yong's strength is only afraid that it is no longer under the head catcher Ding Xian of Wei County, and Yang Dong's strength is much stronger than Xia Yong, even if it is less than the first-class level of a hundred years of skill, it is estimated that it is not far behind.