A master of supernatural powers who started from low martial arts

Chapter 11
  Immediately, in this incense hall, Li Jun taught by words and deeds, and passed down another set of skills that were obviously much more advanced.

This pile is called Shenyi Zhuang, and like the Dingshan Zhuang, it is also a method of laying the foundation.

It's just that this is the true inheritance of the Divine Fist Sect, and its intentions and cultivation effects are far superior to the latter.

Zhuang Kung Fu has formulas, postures and luck methods. It took Lu Yuan half an hour to memorize them all.

The Guidance Technique can't be ignited yet, and he has to practice martial arts before that.

After that, Lu Yuan left Xiangtang and moved directly out of Datongpu under Li Junxian's instructions. Like Xu Dahu and Xu Erhu, he moved to the small courtyard next to Li Junxian and had his own small house for living alone.

During this process, everyone looked at him with completely different eyes.

Especially the envy, jealousy and fawning of the victims who were originally recruited together have almost condensed into reality.

What I'm thinking is nothing more than: Everyone is obviously suffering, haha, why did you suddenly jump over the dragon's gate?
  No matter what others thought, Lu Yuan adapted to the change of situation with peace of mind.

First of all, in terms of practice, because he had modified the Shenyi Zhuang, he no longer needed to practice Dingshan Zhuang with other victims, but with the two brothers Xu Dahu and Xu Erhu.

Including eating, he also works with these two people, supplying much more meat every day.

All these changes, coupled with the increase in luck brought about by becoming a disciple, made him feel that his efforts were not in vain.

On this night, most of the people got involved in Lu Yuan's favor. Not only did they have a sumptuous meal, but they also had a rare taste of wine.

It's just that Li Jun was here first, and tomorrow night the Expo Theater will be opening, and many people will be on stage to compete, so they don't dare to drink too much.

In the blink of an eye, the sun rose and the moon set, and it was evening the next day.

Under the leadership of Li Junxian, more than 20 people including Xu Dahu brothers, Lu Yuan and others who were going to participate in the competition put on their cardigan uniforms and walked out from the back garden to the front garden.

The front garden is where the Expo Garden is located. A huge semicircular building is located there. As soon as Lu Yuan walked into it through the back hall, he was greeted by a huge wave of sound and smoke.

The huge expo park covers thousands of square meters, surrounded by stands and even VIP rooms, and in the middle are several arenas of different sizes.

At this moment, the stands are already buzzing with people and overcrowded:
  Rich men in brocade clothes hugging women, green-skinned gangsters in linen clothes, and ordinary people looking for fun can all be seen here, and some even smoke hibiscus cream in public.

This chaotic and noisy scene made Lu Yuan frown.

Hibiscus ointment is actually opium, which destroys bones and corrodes gods, and is extremely harmful. The powers of the Shinra Alliance used it to dump it in the past few years, earning a large amount of gold and silver from Dajin.

Jin Ting deliberately implemented a smoking ban, which made the Shinra Alliance dissatisfied, so he sent an armored fleet to bombard the country's gate and started a battle in the offshore.

The final result was naturally a huge defeat for Jinting, which made it difficult to stop the spread of smoke within the territory. Now it even appeared in inland cities like Fengyang Prefecture.

At this time.

In addition to them in the waiting area, many strong and capable men arrived one after another, all wearing different logos.

Lu Yuan looked around, and a familiar tall figure came to them with his men and said unexpectedly:

"Uncle Li, why are you here?"

It was the Beitang protector who brought him in from outside the city, He Xiong. Li Junxian seemed to rarely come to the stadium, coughing lightly and said:
  "I have a new apprentice among the people you sent. Today is his first time playing. Naturally, I have to follow him and have a look."

"Accept apprentices?"

The recruitment of disciples happened last night. He Xiong hadn't heard about it yet. He immediately turned around in surprise and glanced at Lu Yuan and others:
  "Who is it?"

Lu Yuan immediately stood up: "It's me."

"Is it you?"

After half a month, He Xiong obviously still had some impression of Lu Yuan. He was stunned for a moment and then laughed out loud:

"What a good boy, you can actually make Uncle Li take the initiative to recruit a disciple. I just picked up a piece of gold in the sand and came back!"

Lu Yuan said quietly:
  "Dragon Protector He is so honored. I was just lucky enough to win Master's favor."

He Xiong smiled and said: "Uncle Li is a veteran of the gang. He is definitely not an ordinary person who can be accepted as his disciple in such a short period of time. Don't be self-effacing."

"Okay, okay, let's talk about the gossip later."

Li Jun waved his hand first:
  "Protector He, we are going to compete on stage soon. Please tell them about the situation."

He Xiong said no more and immediately pointed at a group of men with money symbols embroidered on their chests.

"You guys, watch carefully. The people coming in over there are people from the Money Gang, the bitter enemies of our Qinglong Gang. Don't hold back when you get on stage. You can throw me to death. It won't matter if you fall to death. Of course, if you feel something is wrong, jump off the stage immediately." , don’t lose your life.”

"The few over there are disciples from the Iron Clothes Martial Arts School. These guys have all practiced the Iron Clothes Kung Fu. Even those who have not practiced the strength are thick-skinned and not afraid of pain. You should pay more attention when facing them."

"Further to the left, those big men are all Mongolian slaves raised by General Fengen's family. General Fengen is a nobleman of the Three Banners of the Jin tribe. These slaves he raised are ruthless and most unreasonable. Things, you low-level champions will encounter them in the lottery later, so you’d better be careful.”

As He Xiong pointed, he saw groups of fierce men. Except for a few veteran wrestlers, the victims who had been recruited for less than half a month had never seen such a formation. They were all fighting with two groups, and their faces were pale. white.

Unlike Lu Yuan, although most of them were physically stronger and had mastered some basic skills in half a month, the training time was still too short after all, and they inevitably felt weak.

Xu Dahu shouted:
  "What are you afraid of? All low-level fighters are untrained, are you weaker than them? Back then, we all fought one after another, so cheer me up!"

Everyone managed to cheer up, but their eyes were still flickering, obviously lacking in confidence.

However, Lu Yuan seemed very calm.

Thanks to the art of taking food, his physical strength, speed and reaction are not inferior to those of masters in strength training, and he is not afraid even if he goes on stage.

Amid the uproar, all parties gathered, and then all the contestants began to draw numbers.

Tonight, there were junior, middle and high school students competing in the arena. Lu Yuan and other untrained reserve wrestlers came to the number box to receive their numbers and draw lots. Then, the number plates and numbers were displayed, and the stewards of the theater wrote them on the public notice board. .

Then, a large number of croupiers began to shout in and out of the stands, and the gamblers around them started placing bets on the ranking of their favorite players with their silver dollars held high.

Lu Yuan glanced at the board and saw the numbers of himself and his opponent:
  Eight versus thirty-two.

(End of this chapter)