People are in Xianwu, there are small games

Chapter 15 Now, are you still worthy?
"Chongshanzhang and supporting medicines."

"Master, how much medicine do you need?"

"Just enough medicine for me to reach the peak of seventh level."

In front of the medicine cabinet, Lu Ming spoke to the gang members in charge of the medicine cabinet.

The guy looked embarrassed.

This made Lu Ming frowned: "What? Is what I said difficult to do?"

Difficult, actually not difficult.

Although medicines are valuable, in most cases, power overrides money.

With Lu Ming's identity, it was definitely not a big deal for him to take this batch of drugs - but that was before Lu Yao died.

After weighing the left and right, the man still gritted his teeth and took out the relevant medicine from the medicine cabinet.

Bottles and cans piled up on the counter.

After counting and checking one by one, Lu Ming took away the medicines and spoke again.

"Seventh level martial arts, Iron Clothes Kung Fu, and related medicines. They should also be enough for me to reach the peak of seventh level."

Iron Clothes Kung Fu is a body-building exercise. If the effect of Heavy Mountain Palm is concentrated on tempering the hands, then Iron Clothes Kung Fu can temper the whole body.

Its forging effect far exceeds that of heavy mountain palm, but it also means a large amount of medicine, a lot of toxin intake, and slow entry.

The guy opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say that your Heavy Mountain Palm is enough, what else do you need the Iron Clothes Skill?

You seem to be here to amuse me.

But when he met Lu Ming's serious eyes, he glanced at Uncle Ying who was standing next to Lu Ming. After a while, he nodded and said, "Okay."

This line was gnashing his teeth, making it seem like Lu Ming was trying to snatch his cultivation medicine...

Lu Ming didn't want to argue too much with a little guy, so he spoke again.

"Seventh grade martial arts, three transformations of Yunlong, and related medicines."

Yunlong's Three Transformations, Leg Kung Fu, and Body Building Kung Fu.

The body tempering effect is concentrated on the legs, and the difficulty and consumption of cultivation are roughly equivalent to those of the Heavy Mountain Palm.

As for Heavy Mountain Palm, Iron Clothes Kung Fu, and Yunlong Three Changes, they are the only three martial arts of the third grade and seven ranks in the Martial Arts Pavilion, and they are all body forging skills.

The boy didn't say anything this time, but simply took out the medicine from under the counter.

It wasn't until Lu Ming finished counting and made sure that there were no mistakes, that he put a few handwritten cheat books on the counter.

"Seven-star plum-breaking hand, eighth-level martial arts."

"There is also this Yunguangshan Fencing Sword, which is also an eighth-rank martial art. I will also take these two cheat books."

These two skills are not body-building martial arts, but fighting martial arts. Lu Ming took them in order to expand his arsenal and add more skills to choose from in the mini-game.

At the same time, these two martial arts are also the only two eight-level fighting techniques in the Martial Arts Pavilion.

The clerk nodded speechlessly, took out a book and recorded it, and then waved to Lu Ming.

"Okay, young master, just take the things away."

But looking at his eyes, there was one part pain and two parts anger.

After all, these things that Lu Ming took away were converted into tribute, which is an astronomical figure that ordinary gangsters would not be able to accumulate in a lifetime!
"Isn't it just that you have a good father?"

A faint grumble came from the waiter's mouth, causing Uncle Ying to frown, but Lu Ming didn't take the complaint to heart.

However, just as he was packing his things and preparing to leave the Martial Arts Pavilion, a familiar "playmate" blocked Lu Ming's way again.

It's Lu Ting...

It's still Lu Ting!

This idiot waved a fan, and just blocked the gate of the Martial Arts Pavilion. With a smirk on his face, he glanced at Lu Ming and the package in Lu Ming's hand, and slammed his left hand with the fan, yelling. "Crack" sound.

"That's right, Mr. Lu just has a good father, doesn't he?"

As he spoke, he leaned in front of Lu Ming, and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "But your good father is dead."

Lu Ming's eyes darkened instantly.

……

Lu Ting, however, did not notice the change in Lu Ming's eyes.

He was beating his fan and circling back and forth around Lu Ming. While circling, he looked at the package in Lu Ming's hand maliciously.

And soon, a master from Dizitang next to him found out from the waiter what Lu Ming had taken.

Leaning close to Lu Ting and whispering in Lu Ting's ear, Lu Ting immediately smiled loudly.

"Chongshan Palm? Iron Clothes Kung Fu? Three Transformations of Yunlong?"

"Good guy, Lu Ming, you have quite a few things."

"That's why I'm curious. What contribution did you, Lu Ming, make to the Sanxiang Gang? It made you come to Martial Dao Pavilion and return to your own home. Take what you like, what is good for you?"

"Are you worthy?"

Lu Ting said these words deliberately loudly.

Originally, the two second-generation ancestors of Lu Ming and Lu Ting were eye-catching enough. Now that Lu Ting spoke loudly, it attracted a lot of people to watch.

As more and more people gathered, Lu Ting seemed to have an illusion of "I am the focus".

This made him high-spirited, and made him as arrogant as a big rooster rushing to the battlefield!
"You do not deserve!"

"You are not worthy!"

"What qualifications do you have, Lu Ming? I gave you seventh-grade martial arts and supporting medicines. Isn't this just flowers stuck in cow dung!?"

"Even I feel that if you are not good at martial arts, I am afraid that the medicine will enter your body and hurt your mentally retarded brain. If you want me to say, don't take this medicine, give it to me."

As he said that, Lu Ting stretched out his hand to grab it, and while stretching out his hand, he said earnestly, "My brother, I'm also doing it for your own good."

The slender little hand grabbed the brocade package.

However, the package seemed to be welded to Lu Ming's hands, and it remained motionless no matter how hard Lu Ting tried.

Lu Ting couldn't help being taken aback for a moment, before he could think about it, he saw Lu Ming slowly turn his head, a pair of faintly red eyes staring at him without blinking.

My heart couldn't help but tremble when I heard Lu Ming say: "You said I'm not worthy, but you are?"

As soon as these words came out of his mouth, Lu Ting became energetic...

"I'm definitely better than you!"

According to the process, the next step is an infinite cycle of "I am not worthy of you" and "I am not worthy of you"-the dispute between the two second-generation ancestors generally follows this process.

Until a "pop".

The canine fangs spurted out blood.

The severe pain on his face made Lu Ting's mind go blank.

……

In fact, many people have imagined that the dispute between the two second-generation ancestors will eventually turn into a full-scale martial arts.

But in everyone's imagination, the standard of this full-scale martial arts competition was limited to the extent of throwing fists at each other, being pulled apart, and then spitting at each other.

Lu Ming's movements were too explosive and too fast.

Only a few high-ranking warriors can clearly see Lu Ming's movements.

——Raise the hand, pull the arm, spread the five fingers, and protrude the root of the phalanx.

When Lu Ming swung his arm round, it was a slap!That violent force even caused the sound of howling wind in the air.

And when the palm hit Lu Ting's cheek, everything was settled.

Lu Ting's pretty face changed its shape visibly to the naked eye, with layers of fleshy ripples rippling like ocean tides. A faint cracking sound came from his face, as if Lu Ming's slap had shattered the bridge of his nose.

More red and white ones sputtered out of the mouth.

Accompanied by a "boom", Lu Ting fell to the ground, snoring like a baby.

However, this is not the end...

In the astonished eyes of everyone present, Lu Ming stepped out with lightning speed, hitting Lu Ting's leg bone.

Accompanied by the ear-piercing "click", Lu Ting screamed suddenly, but was woken up again by the severe pain.

When he just opened his eyes, what he saw was a pair of eyes oozing with blood.

"Now, are you still worthy?"

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