Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 38
The host blinked.

Looking at the others, apart from the Zamabu people, there are also a few people who were obviously injured and were applying medicine to each other.

Lao Wang was among them.

In addition, it's just a girl with a round head and a round face who is holding the computer and looking at it fascinated. I don't know what is on it, is it a martial arts secret book?
Someone discovered the situation outside the door and told Teacher Wang. He looked at it, left a few instructions, and then got up and came out.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a huge crowd crowding the door, all of them with bruised noses, bruised faces, and swollen faces. Teacher Wang raised his eyebrows.

"You are this?"

"Stop talking about that, where is Yan Luo?"

"He has been here, how about you..."

"I lost."

Teacher Wang is very straightforward.

"We lost to the teacher."

Several museum owners looked at each other in blank dismay, what's wrong, what's wrong with this old man, too much stimulation and schizophrenia?Why is he still so calm after being kicked out? Isn't he already furious according to his previous personality?

Wait, what did Lao Wang call Yan Luo?
teacher!

"what happened?"

"How did Yan Luo become your teacher?"

Teacher Wang pressed his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.

"follow me."

Everyone followed him in.

The training room formed by opening up four rooms is more than enough to accommodate the members of the kendo class and other visitors from the martial arts school.

"Based on the intention of the new boss, we coaches still need further training, so we invited Yan Luo to be our head coach."

Teacher Wang briefly explained the ins and outs.

"Oh, by the way, Yan Luo doesn't like the title of Head Coach, saying that it's easy to be framed by villains, so let us all call him Teacher."

As he spoke, he motioned to the crowd for the black-clothed burly men in horse gait.

"You should know each other, I must have seen it in the martial arts exchange competition before."

People from thirteen martial arts schools nodded.

Most of these black-clothed strong men in Zamabu are experts in the kendo class. They have also fought against each other in the previous martial arts exchange competitions organized by the previous few times. They are not embroidered pillows that are fancy or not.

"The teacher said that their basic skills are lacking, so let those with less serious injuries stand up first and stabilize their lower body first."

He let everyone look at the members of the kendo class who were wounding each other.

"These are the injuries I got when I was sparring with the teacher before. They won't heal for a while, so the teacher let them rest first, and also passed on a set of massage techniques for activating qi and blood, and asked them to practice with each other."

Hearing this, everyone cheered up, and they had to take a good look at the massage techniques passed down from Yan Luo.

But after looking at it for a long time, there is no result. I just feel that the technique is mysterious, but it is a bit sluggish and difficult to understand. After thinking about it, it becomes clear. It must be a bit unfamiliar when I just learned this technique.

"No, look!"

Someone called out.

Everyone looked at it again, and they found something abnormal. They saw a person massaging with Yan Luo's technique, pressing lightly on a specific place, and when his hand was removed, the place was already glowing red, and most of the original bruises disappeared.

Invigorating qi and blood, reducing swelling and stasis, the effect is really immediate.

Everyone was amazed, but they were relieved when they thought that this was Yan Luo's handwriting.

At this time, someone pointed to Yuanyuan and asked curiously.

"Then what is she looking at, martial arts cheats?"

Speaking of martial arts cheats, the man lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of being heard by others.

"Oh, death."

Teacher Wang has already practiced the principle of not being surprised, no matter how outrageous things happen to Yuanyuan and Yan Luo, he will not be surprised or laugh.

Absolutely not.

"grim Reaper?"

The hosts were surprised.

They are different from Mr. Wang, many of the museum owners are still young, and there are quite a few people who spend their free time chasing Death God Hokage to watch.

Naturally, the Grim Reaper would not be mistaken for a masterpiece like "John Christophe".

Looking around, sure enough, Lord Aizen was taking off his glasses, combing back his bangs domineeringly, while saying
Difficult words like the empty window of the Throne of the Sky.

Yuanyuan's round face was very serious. After watching this paragraph, she felt thoughtful, so she dragged the progress bar silently, and watched Master Aizen's performance again.

"This is?"

"Well, according to the teacher, this is a special practice that belongs to Yuanyuan."

"I see."

The museum owners suddenly thought about a serious problem.

Could it be that Yan Luo also learned Kung Fu from watching anime?

Chen Pingan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly took a step forward and came to Teacher Wang.

"I also want to learn from Teacher Yan Luo."

Teacher Wang raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

The people who came together were startled at first, but no one came out to stop them. They exchanged glances and quickly reached a consensus.

That's right, let's not talk about who Yan Luo learned his kung fu from, even if he really watched anime, he can really fight, and this cannot be faked.

Then if you can learn from him, even if you can do one trick and one half, it is also a rare opportunity.

It would be fine if there were no examples of kendo class, but now that the kendo class Zhuyu is ahead, they have successfully entered Yan Luo's gate wall, the opportunity is here, and the next step is to see what you do.

Those who can follow are those who have a passion for kung fu, otherwise they would not have helped hide Yan Luo from the police. They have a yearning for martial arts in their hearts, which has been passed down from generation to generation from their respective masters. obsession.

Now, the door is right in front of you, so there is no reason why you can't get in through the door.

"Old Wang, add me!"

"Wait, count all the nine martial artists in our martial arts hall!"

"Old Wang, why are you hesitating? Let me tell you, don't think about eating alone. This kind of immoral thing, be careful that you have a child without an ass hole!"

Teacher Wang's hesitant face froze, and he retorted angrily.

"Am I that kind of person!"

"To be honest, I can't make the decision on this matter. After all, you want to learn from the teacher instead of me."

"Where is the teacher, let's kowtow to him!"

This one is good, the teacher called first, you're smart, first set your name, and come back every day to serve tea and water, I don't believe you Yan Luo is not soft-hearted.

"Okay, the teacher is listening to the class, I will take you there."

"Let's say it first, don't make any noise, keep quiet for me, don't disturb others."

Everyone agreed wholeheartedly, and it could be seen that they were really convinced by Yan Luo.

Teacher Wang led them out and turned two corners. The Children's Palace is really big, and there are all kinds of training classes, they are all dazzled.

There were also people who lowered their voices and started chatting. They wondered, Lao Wang said that Yan Luo was listening to a class, what kind of class can he listen to in this children's palace?

"arrive."

Teacher Wang reminded.

Everyone is quiet.

They looked into the classroom from the window.

Among a group of six or seven-year-old children, Yan Luo, who had never failed in fourteen martial arts gyms, was sitting upright, writing with a brush with his little classmates.

There is a sign of "Calligraphy Class" on the door of the classroom.

The teacher was a girl in her twenties, who seemed to be a college student from the nearby Academy of Fine Arts who came to work part-time. She taught how to hold a brush and how to copy a copybook.

It’s just that the girl sneaked a glance at Lu Mingfei from time to time. This was the first time she met a student of such an age. She still remembered that the boy came over before the class started and asked if all teenagers could come to listen in. The girl nodded subconsciously. What happened when the boy came in to listen?
Then the boy found a seat and sat down. The girl was stunned, so she went to ask him what he was doing, and the boy plausibly said that he was seventeen this year, and he was still a teenager, at most a teenager, and he met the requirements for listening.

The reasoning seems to be correct, so the girl was persuaded.

(End of this chapter)