Goldfinger Auction

Although Sun Suo is currently unable to use his soul power for the time being, he has already surpassed the second stage of martial arts cultivation, and training against Han Yong really does not bring much improvement.

It's better to go to the club, and find a higher-level martial artist to practice against each other.

After asking the coach in the training hall for a leave of absence, Sun Suo left the school.

Brother-in-law Han Yong's stick art hall is two stops away from Heshi Yizhong, where Sun Suo is studying. According to the map on the free experience promotion card, Sun Suo quickly found the place where the stick art hall is located.

Social clubs are not allowed near the school.

Han Yong's brother-in-law, Shen Daoming, could only open the stick art hall outside Heshi No. 1 Middle School and two stations.

Next to a large supermarket, on the one hand, it is not too far from Heshi No. 1 Middle School. It can attract some students who want to tutor in the school. On the other hand, it can also use the popularity of the large supermarket to promote it.

As soon as Sun Suo walked into the gate of the club, a woman wearing a white training suit greeted him.

"Do you want to take a cram school?" the woman in white asked Sun Suo.

Seeing Sun Suo's school uniform and Sun Suo's age, the woman in white can guess Sun Suo's student identity at a glance.

What can students do when they come to the club? It must have been because he didn't study hard at ordinary times, and the college entrance examination was approaching, so he took part in their cudgel cram school.

"I have a free class ticket for you. I want to come and experience it first, and then decide whether to buy class tuition or not." Sun Suo explained his purpose.

"Okay, please come with me." The woman in white asked Sun Suo to take off his shoes and socks and walked into the museum with him.

Walking in the aisle, I could hear various shouts from the room next to me.

Most of the tutors in the club are social warriors.

Their talents are generally relatively poor, and they still can't reach the realm of a martial artist in their thirties.

For these social warriors, after training in the club, after a certain improvement, they can find jobs such as security guards and nursing homes with higher salaries.

If you want to be a bodyguard for the rich, you need at least a level of strength.

"You are very lucky. Our boss Shen personally took the cram school today. You can try one or two lessons with the students in the cram school. If you feel good, you can pay for the class time." The woman in white walked and introduced to Sun Suo. .

"Is the boss very strong?" Sun Suo asked.

"A 3rd rank martial artist, your stick skills are superb... Are you a student of No. 1 Middle School? Our boss is also a graduate of No. 1 Middle School, and was a former champion of the martial arts club in the First Middle School." The woman in white looked very proud.

"Then I have to ask him for advice." Sun Suo nodded.

Soon, the two came to a large room at the end.

The floor of the great room is covered with soft cushions as a whole.

Before entering the door, the woman in white found Sun Suo a loose white training suit in the closet by the wall, and let him put it over the clothes.

When entering the large room, Han Yong's brother-in-law, Shen Daoming, was explaining the essentials of stick art to the students who were tutoring.

Seeing the woman in white leading Sun Suo into the door, Shen Daoming stopped explaining to welcome Sun Suo, and then motioned Sun Suo to sit next to the other students and try his remedial class.

"I'm here... Actually, I want to challenge you. If you can beat me, I'll consider tutoring with you." Sun Suo did not sit down with the other students, but directly mentioned it to Shen Daoming.

He didn't have time to waste listening to the explanation of these stick techniques, saying that it would be better to fight in actual combat.

Hearing what Sun Suo said, the students on the scene let out a burst of laughter.

Several students laughed especially loudly.

Shen Daoming glanced at Sun Suo... His expression did not appear surprised or angry.

He had seen this kind of arrogant and lofty young man a lot, and it was no problem to challenge him when he came over. After two sticks, he sat in the student seat and listened to the class.

Now there are quite a few students in the student seat who are being beaten so honestly, such as the ones who laughed loudly just now... Why are they smiling so much, because they had already expected the scene where Sun Suo was beaten to the ground.

same as they were.

How arrogant he was when he came, how embarrassed he was when he was beaten up.

"Are you a student of No. 1 Middle School? How many levels are you doing now?" Shen Daoming was a business man who knew the hearts of the young people who had just entered the museum.

He didn't want to embarrass the young man who came over, so he deliberately asked with a serious expression, pretending to regard Sun Suo as a master and to have a serious discussion with Sun Suo.

"Not yet ranked..." Sun Suo shook his head.

In the whole of Heshi No. 1 Middle School, only nine students got the rank in stick skills, and Qiao Hui, Han Yong, and Yao Xue were three of them. If you want to get the rank of stick in three years of high school, you must first get the rank in the stick competition in the school's martial arts competition.

The laughing voices among the students grew louder.

"Okay, that's the first stage." Shen Daoming didn't laugh at all, and still replied seriously, and at the same time asked the staff member to help Sun Suo put on protective gear, a helmet, and a general-purpose anti-severe injury The soft stick is given to Sun Suo.

The first stage or something is the polite name given by the club to the students who have not yet reached the first stage of cultivation.

To put it bluntly, it means that you have not started, you don't understand shit, and you are in the zero grade.

"Please!" After Shen Daoming put on the protective gear and helmet~www.readwn.com~, he held a stick with one hand and posed a posture of learning stick skills.

The door is wide open, and there are flaws everywhere.

As a coach, I often accept challenges from low-ranking students.

The opening of the door is not a contempt for the students, but a kind of guidance for the students. In the first few tricks, the coaches generally only dodge and do not fight back, so that the students can fully expose their own weaknesses.

"You're like this... let me fight?" Sun Suo asked.

"Let's fight." Shen Daoming opened the door further.

Hearing what Sun Suo asked, the laughter of the onlookers grew louder.

What if the door is wide open to call you? We lose if we can get on the coach's clothes.

Shen Daoming's self-control is very strong, the students onlookers laughed like that, but he still had a serious expression, and he didn't mean to laugh at all.

'Hoo! ’

The soft stick in Sun Suo's hand smashed at Shen Daoming with a phantom.

There was a faint sound of sonic boom!

Shen Daoming's pupils instantly dilated, and his blood pressure and heart rate soared at the same time.

At this time, he even had a premonition of danger that he only had in a life-and-death duel.

It was too late to close the wide-open door, too late to close the cudgel, Shen Daoming could only instinctively fall up and sideways in an instant to avoid Sun Suo's powerful and extremely fast cudgel.

But it's still slow.

Just when Sun Suo's stick was about to hit Shen Daoming's helmet, the soft stick suddenly stopped in the air.

The two in the fight seemed to be frozen for a moment, and they kept the same posture for several seconds.

After a while, Shen Daoming escaped from Sun Suo's stick in a very embarrassed manner.

"Are you kidding me? Is this the first stage?"