Zong Xian suddenly stopped and looked up at the crowd.

He didn't know where Qi's Leaping Mountain Long Fist came from, but the preferential conditions of only thirty taels of silver for the first year of Shu Xiu successfully attracted his attention.

The Li family's Kaishan Zhang, whom he inquired about before, is already the cheapest of the thirteen families in Bei'an for the annual tuition fee, but it also costs fifty taels of silver!

There is a difference of twenty taels of silver when one enters and one goes out.

The savings were enough to cover his food expenses for a while.

Thinking of this, Zong Xian raised his eyebrows, and squeezed into the crowd with his hands on his chest, don't look at his thin body, but no one can stop him, and he quickly squeezed into the courtyard.

The courtyard is a wide training ground, the loess surface is hard and compact, scattered with red firecracker fragments, the air is filled with gunpowder smoke, and there are several thin old men with waist drums and suona on both sides.

I saw a middle-aged man with a height of more than seven feet, slender and strong arms, standing in the center of the field, his head and face were square, with a neat shaved board, a resolute face without a beard, bright eyes, but a man with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

What Zong Xian cared about the most was that his bronzed fists were actually glowing with a faint luster in the sun, which was definitely not comparable to ordinary people's flesh fists!

The scene was crowded with people, mostly civilians in shabby clothes, but also a few gang members wearing scarves.

It's just that no matter how the middle-aged man preached, no one stepped forward to sign up.

The scene was very embarrassing.

Zong Xian also sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere, so he decided to mix in the crowd and watch for a while, and by the way, gather some information from the discussions of people nearby.

Not far from him, there happened to be a boy with a white folding fan in his hand, a long-sleeved long shirt, a white scarf tied his hair, and a jade sachet hanging around his waist.

Behind this boy stood two sturdy-looking domestic servants, stunned by a small space, highlighting the difference in status between him and the commoners.

At this time, he was talking with a fair girl with a scarf covering her face beside her, not caring about the others at all.

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"I heard my second uncle say that this Qi's Leaping Mountain Long Fist came from Southern Taizhou..."

"However, since you can obtain the opening documents of the county government, it means that this Qi Pavilion Master at least has the strength to be at the apex of the Qi and Blood Realm."

At this time, the masked girl spoke up and complimented.

"Yuan Gongzi is worthy of coming from the Yuan family in the inner city, he is knowledgeable."

Hearing the girl's words, this Yuan Gongzi suddenly burst into joy, and his right hand silently hugged her slender waist.

"Senior Sister Jiang laughed, this is nothing."

"Now we just need to watch the show."

"The pattern of thirteen martial arts halls in Bei'an County has been maintained for ten years."

"Every time there is one more martial arts hall in the county government, the thirteen will have a share of the pie."

"Even the same is true of our Chengnan Feiyun Sword."

"Wait!"

"Soon the four martial arts halls in the east of the city will make a move."

"Obtaining the opening documents of the county government is only the first step, and whether or not you can survive the suppression of other martial arts halls is the key to gaining a firm foothold in Bei'an City..."

Yuan Gongzi stretched out the folding fan and fanned it slowly, seemingly personable, but in fact, it made Zong Xian, who was looking at him, speechless.

It's early winter, is it really good to be so pretentious?

The middle-aged man in the field saw that not only did no one come forward, but was talking about it, but he was not annoyed, but just stood calmly in the middle of the field with his hands behind his back.

The sound of suona gongs and drums sounded again, but the scene became more and more embarrassing.

The martial arts hall is a very special existence in the county government.

In troubled times, even gangs large and small inside and outside the city will choose to practice martial arts.

And as long as the martial arts hall pays the money, anyone can practice.

Of course, how far you can practice depends on your talent, hard work, and luck!

Many civilians worked hard to save money, counting on martial arts to change their fate.

In such an environment, each martial arts gym has accumulated a huge amount of wealth and has intricate network resources.

As vested interests, the thirteen families in Bei'an naturally don't want the pattern in front of them to be broken, so what Yuan Gongzi said is also the truth.

Sure enough, there was a louder shout from outside the courtyard.

The four martial arts halls in the east of the city are each taking a team of people, faintly forming an encirclement to surround the compound of Yueshan Changquan.

Even Zong Xian heard the shout of "Shu Xiu only needs twenty-nine taels of silver a year".

In the crowd outside the courtyard, most of them are watching the show, but there are also some guys who are shy in their pockets but want to practice martial arts are rushing for thirty taels of bundles, and when they are hesitating to watch, the four martial arts halls in the east of the city are colluding to reduce the price, and the crowd suddenly disperses a small half.

Zong Xian was silent in his heart.

The price is twenty-nine taels, which is just one or two taels cheaper than Yueshan Changquan!

Isn't this nakedly relying on the fact that he has been based on his roots for many years and has a rich family background, and he directly slams his face to grab business?

The middle-aged man naturally noticed the situation outside, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a sneer.

Suddenly, he raised his right arm, and the sound of suona gongs and drums in the field suddenly stopped.

"The person who signs up now is the first apprentice of my Qi Clan's Yueshan Changquan in Bei'an County!"

"Shu Xiu is free, including food and accommodation!"

As soon as these words came out, Zong Xian's heart moved and he was about to step forward.

The rest of the people in the courtyard were also a little moved.

But at this time, there were several gusts of wind above everyone's heads.

The four figures moved in the air, trampling on the bluestone wall and falling into the field like flying eagles across a distance of more than ten meters.

"Bang..."

There was a muffled sound of stomping on the ground, and dust splattered on the ground.

I saw that the four figures stood steadily in front of the Qi Pavilion Master.

They are the owners of the four houses of the Li family's Kaishan Palm, Rejuvenation Knife, Broken Heart Finger, and Exhaust Leg in the east of the city, and they are full of qi and blood, standing in place like a furnace, and they can't even get close to the cold air in winter.

Everyone at the scene could clearly feel a huge sense of oppression coming to their faces.

These four people stood in front of them, so that those who were originally a little moved did not dare to make a sound.

The current situation can no longer be described as a business grab.

The four pavilion owners in the east of the city came forward together, which was completely a domineering posture.

But if the owner of the Qi family has some blood, he will definitely not be able to endure such a humiliating behavior.

Therefore, the atmosphere of the scene became tense in an instant.

"In that case, Qi Zhishang, the chief fist of Yueshan, please advise!"

Sure enough, the Qi Pavilion Master's body moved, and he took the initiative to set up a fist pose.

After glancing at each other, the four pavilion owners in the east of the city saluted with their fists, and also put on a gesture, and the two sides were on the verge of breaking out!

At this tense moment, a thin figure in front of the crowd suddenly stepped forward and said in a clear voice.

"A few masters stopped first, and it was not too late for me to sign up and play again!"

It was Zong Xian who spoke out, and he stepped forward at this time not on a whim, but after careful consideration, he made a decision!

As he spoke, he bypassed the four hall masters from the side and came to Qi Zhishang.

"Good boy, are you sure you want to apprentice?"

"Don't look at the situation anymore?"

Qi Zhishang regained his momentum, regained his footing, and stared at Zong Xian with interest.

Seeing this scene, the four pavilion owners could only accept and stand.

They are also martial artists who opened a museum to accept apprentices, and they can join forces to deal with Yueshan Changquan for business competition, but there is no reason to attack ordinary people.

Otherwise, once it spreads, the reputation of the four martial arts halls will definitely be greatly damaged!

In such a situation, the feeling of oppression in the field was instantly relieved.

Facing Pavilion Master Qi's inquiry, Zong Xian just nodded firmly.