At the same time, the world's scientific giants and ancient martial arts masters have given birth to countless ultra-modern technologies, and at the same time, the entire society has also been stimulated to practice martial arts, and an ancient and once on the verge of disappearing industry has once again regained its vitality. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

This industry is called: Martial Arts.

Rong City, as one of the country's top international metropolises, is even more extraordinary, the opening of the martial arts hall, not only the Chinese, but also many foreigners also come to intervene, truly do a hundred schools of thought, the city was rated as an A-level martial arts hall, there are seventy-two.

Abbreviation: Seventy-two Martial Alliance.

The Jialan Martial Arts Hall is one of them, and the qualifications are still relatively old, but with the death of Wang Jidao's father "Baquan" Wang Tai, the Jialan Martial Arts Hall has declined, and now it is facing the danger of relegation, A and B, just two letters, but if it is lowered from A to B, the Jialan Martial Arts Hall will not be far from closing.

Garan Martial Arts Hall, Martial Arts Hall.

In the center, a woman of twenty years old stood, and opposite her stood a well-mannered man, also in his twenties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

There were also more than a dozen martial arts hall disciples standing in the hall.

"Miss Xu, as long as you sign the contract, you can get a buyout payment of 20 million, and I can also promise you that I will pass on the 'Baquan'. The man with gold-rimmed glasses said with a smile.

"Senior sister, don't promise him! Bastard, get out of here!"

A young man with a Chinese character face burst into a shout, and hit the man with gold-rimmed glasses with his fist, and a cold light flashed in the gold-rimmed glasses man's eyes, and he snorted coldly: "What are you?

As soon as the words were finished, his right hand was swung out, and he was halfway through, turning his palm into a fist, and the young man with a Chinese character face flew out upside down, and he actually spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Song Mao!Do you dare to deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors?!You are still from the Jialan Martial Arts Pavilion, how dare you hurt people?!"Everyone go up together, abolish this grandson!!" "Bah, ungrateful, unfamiliar white-eyed wolf!"

The martial arts hall was suddenly full of people.

"Baquan" Wang Taisheng has a son and a daughter, the son is naturally Wang Jidao, and the daughter is Xu Yu, with her mother's surname. Wang Jidao is not keen on martial arts, Wang Tai is very open-minded, and he does not force it, since Wang Tai died, the burden of the Jialan Martial Arts Hall has been placed on Xu Yu.

Science and technology are becoming more and more developed, and the strength and weakness of martial arts masters are also digitized, which are divided into seven levels: S, A, B, C, D, E, and F, and the measurement criteria are five basic attributes: defense, agility, killing, strength (explosiveness), and recovery (recovery).

The average value of the five attributes is M, such as F grade M value: 0-10, E grade M value: 10-80......

At present, the highest level of energy is only B-level: 2000-8000, and as long as the M value reaches B-level, you will be awarded the title of "Grandmaster". A-level is "legend", there are ten legends in the country, and the M value is above 10,000.

As for the master of S-level strength, there is no one in the world, at least not on the surface.

The woman in front of her is naturally Wang Jidao's sister Xu Yu, the young man named "Song Mao", who was once a disciple of Wang Tai's closed door, with a very high posture, he was already a D-level master at a young age, and when he reached D-level, he was able to open a museum to accept apprentices.

There are only two D-level masters in the Jialan Martial Arts Pavilion, and although Song Mao later apprenticed, in terms of combat effectiveness, he was stronger than Xu Yu.

With the death of Wang Tai, Song Mao should also change his court, join the Baiyun Martial Arts Pavilion, and become the head of the Baiyun Martial Arts Pavilion in Rong City.

The whole thing is also simple, since the establishment of the Seventy-two Martial Arts Alliance, it has set a rule that the quota will never be expanded, there are so many places, and other martial arts halls want to squeeze in, so naturally there will be martial arts halls squeezed out.

Of course, Song Mao didn't come for this.

Baiyun Martial Arts Hall, the owner of the hall is named Guan Hengxing, he is a grandmaster-level martial arts master, that is, a B-level master, and the entire martial arts circle has a great reputation. The headquarters of the Baiyun Martial Arts Museum is in the center of power in Kyoto, and the Baiyun Martial Arts Museum in Rong City is only one of the thirty-six branch museums.

What Song Mao wanted to buy with a huge sum of 20 million was not the land of the Jialan Martial Arts Pavilion, let alone the signboard of the Jialan Martial Arts Pavilion, but a quota!

Chivalry is forbidden to use martial arts, no matter when and where, the official is extremely taboo on the opening of martial arts halls, the number of A-level martial arts halls, the number of apprentices have extremely strict regulations, Song Mao wants to open a second chain martial arts hall, and naturally hit the idea on the head of the Jialan martial arts hall.

Xu Yu trembled with anger and glared at Song Mao through gritted teeth.

Song Mao shrugged his shoulders, as if everything was in his hands, and said: "For Master's sake, I also call you 'Senior Sister', if the price is not satisfied, I can add another five million, not only to buy this land, but also to buy the Jialan Martial Arts Pavilion A-level qualifications...... Tomorrow is the Seventy-two Martial Arts League Ranking Tournament, if you can't enter the top seventy-two for three consecutive years, you will be automatically relegated, the current situation of the Jialan Martial Arts Hall, you know better than me, relegation is tantamount to closing the door, at that time, it will be a bamboo basket to draw water, there is nothing, senior sister had better think clearly. ”

"Get out, slut! The Garan Martial Arts Pavilion is my father's life's work, so you're going to die of this heart!"

It was not Xu Yu who said this, but Wang Jidao, who happened to rush back. He stepped out of the crowd, glared at Song Mao viciously, grabbed Xu Yu's arm, and said, "You can't sell it! This is Dad's life's work, and it must not be sold!"

During this time, except for Yue Feng and the Jialan Martial Arts Pavilion, both of them broke his heart, but he couldn't do anything about it, and it was only at this time that he regretted it.

Regret not being at the beginning.

Song Mao's face changed, and there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "Hmph, who am I, it turns out that you are a weak chicken, you don't study well, and you get involved in these things, do you think you have the right to intervene?" Which one are you...... Woohoo......"

Just listened to the swish, a yellow light pierced the sky and directly drilled into Song Mao's mouth.

Look at it again, the yellow light is nothing else, it is a banana, and a chuckle also came: "My mouth is very stinky, please eat bananas!"

When everyone turned around, they saw Yue Feng, and they were all stunned.

They are very familiar with this person, Wang Jidao often mixes with him, a few years ago, he can be said to be possessed by a mildew god, but he is immortal again and again, and he is also a legend, and he often becomes the talk of everyone after dinner, and then it is finally normal, but it is lazy to eat.

I didn't go to college, but I didn't look for a job, I completely relied on Wang Jidao, it's a typical example of easy and hard work, what is this now?

Although this banana was thrown very happily, a group of people frowned, and secretly annoyed: "It's messy enough, what are you doing here? Isn't it messy enough? Isn't this making trouble for others!"

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