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After returning home, Zhang Yuan told his mother about joining the Whale Gang.

He had considered hiding it from his mother, after all, it was very risky to be involved in gangs and wander around the world, and he didn't want to worry his mother.

But after becoming a disciple of the Whale Gang, Zhang Yuan could no longer be as free as before, and he had to have a suitable reason to go out every day.

So instead of painstakingly weaving lies, it was better to tell the truth.

After hearing this, Zhang's mother was not angry, and sighed: "Yuan'er, you have grown up and are fully capable of being the master of the family."

"Mother believes that the decision you made is correct, I just hope that you will protect yourself in the future."

"No matter what happens, saving your life is the most important thing!"

Zhang Yuan nodded: "Don't worry, I said that I would marry you 18 beautiful wives."

"And 80 grandchildren, right?"

Zhang's mother was at a loss whether to laugh or cry: "You, child, only know how to make your mother happy!"

Although she said so, it can be seen that she is still very happy.

This matter is over.

The next morning, Zhang Yuan left home before dawn and went out of the city to Jingwu on the bank of Tianma River.

He changed into a green shirt.

At present, Zhang Yuan is a preparatory disciple of the Whale Gang. He needs to be recognized by the War Hall within three months to become a formal disciple.

Then he can change into white clothes.

After showing his nameplate, verifying his identity, and passing many checkpoints, Zhang Yuan once again entered the headquarters of the Whale Gang Linhe Branch.

After completing the gang entry procedures yesterday, Chen Zhize took him around Jingwu.

He also introduced Zhang Yuan to some gang members.

So when he came here today, Zhang Yuan went straight to the martial artist Dong Yuanwei: "Disciple Zhang Yuan, meet Master Dong!"

Dong Yuanwei is the instructor of the War Hall, who is responsible for teaching new disciples martial arts and gang rules.

This martial artist is burly and has a full beard, and his momentum is quite powerful.

Because the two sides had met yesterday, Dong Yuanwei did not say much, but asked directly: "Zhang Yuan, when did you enter the power, and what kind of skills did you learn?"

Zhang Yuan respectfully replied: "I entered the power half a month ago and practiced the Rock Pile Kungfu."

"Rock Pile Kungfu?"

Dong Yuanwei nodded thoughtfully: "Yes, it is a good foundation-building skill."

He suddenly raised his right palm and shouted in a deep voice: "Don't move!"

The next moment, the martial artist suddenly stepped forward and slapped Zhang Yuan's chest without any defense.

A gentle energy instantly poured into Zhang Yuan's body.

Then the second palm, the third palm, the fourth palm...

Dong Yuanwei moved and slapped Zhang Yuan's chest, abdomen, back, shoulders, arms and other parts for more than ten consecutive palms.

Zhang Yuan was stimulated by the opponent's palm power, and his blood and blood were churning and his muscles and bones were shaking.

But he did not suffer any damage.

"Huh?"

Dong Yuanwei closed his palms and stood up, his eyes slightly lit up: "You have a good foundation, and you have practiced the standing practice very well. Who did you learn this skill from?"

Zhang Yuan hesitated.

The origin of the "Rock Standing Practice" he practiced is really hard to explain.

"Forget it."

Before Zhang Yuan answered, Dong Yuanwei waved his hand and said: "I don't ask about the reason after joining, just pretend I didn't say it."

"Follow me!"

Zhang Yuan followed him to the martial arts field in Jingwu.

Dozens of teenagers in tight clothes were already standing in the martial arts field.

Most of them were about the same age as Zhang Yuan, and the oldest was no more than 20 years old.

When Dong Yuanwei brought Zhang Yuan over, everyone's eyes were focused on them.

Most of the eyes looking at Zhang Yuan were curious.

"This is Zhang Yuan, a new disciple to join the war hall."

Dong Yuanwei briefly introduced him, and then asked Zhang Yuan to stand next to the queue.

"Dear disciples, the entry-level martial arts of our Whale Gang are mainly divided into the Shocking Palm, the Wave-Slashing Blade and the Lingbo Step."

The loud voice of the Battle Hall instructor echoed in the martial arts arena, so that everyone could hear it clearly: "From today on, I will first teach you the Shocking Palm. Let's see the demonstration!"

He immediately began to practice this Shocking Palm in front of dozens of disciples.

Each move was very precise and seemed to be in line with the rules and nothing surprising.

But after just a few moves, the ground was thundering!

As Dong Yuanwei's palms continued to slap, waves of invisible energy surged around him, like huge rocks hitting the originally calm water, stirring up waves.

The disciples standing in the front couldn't help but show fear and retreated one after another.

They were afraid of being affected by Dong Yuanwei's palm power!

However, the Battle Hall instructor's power was well controlled, and the palm wind only circled back and forth within a five-foot range around him.

Even if they didn't retreat, they wouldn't be hurt at all.

Zhang Yuan, who was standing by, watched intently and subconsciously clenched his fists.

Apart from the "Rock Pillar Kung Fu", he had never been exposed to real martial arts before, and at most he had secretly watched Gao Lie Hu practice boxing and swordsmanship.

If "Rock Pillar Kung Fu" helped Zhang Yuan enter the door of martial arts.

Then Dong Yuanwei is now leading him to enter the hall and experience the excitement of martial arts!

Zhang Yuan felt that joining the Wrathful Whale Gang was completely right.

He stared at Dong Yuanwei intently, afraid of missing a move or two that the latter practiced, and tried his best to remember it in his mind.

Although Zhang Yuan knew very well that this war hall instructor would not teach only this once.

After a moment, Dong Yuanwei closed his palm and recovered his breath.

His eyes swept over every young man present, and finally fell on Zhang Yuan's face.

The war hall instructor said in a deep voice: "There are twelve forms of Jingtao Palm in total. I will teach you the first three forms first."

"The key to this palm method is..."

When the real teaching began, Zhang Yuan listened more attentively.

Zhang Yuan started very late in martial arts. Although he proved his talent and bones by entering the power overnight, he obviously still needs to make up for a lot of lessons in the basics.

Take "Panshi Zhuanggong" for example. If there were no side notes, Zhang Yuan would not understand a lot of the content.

The next three months are the best time for him to catch up!

Dong Yuanwei's teaching did not end until near noon.

The war hall instructor said: "After lunch, you can practice by yourself in the afternoon. I will come to watch. If anyone is lazy, get out early!"

After that, he left straight away, leaving a group of weak young people behind.

Many people were discouraged and ran to the shade next to the martial arts arena, and suddenly collapsed on the ground.

Zhang Yuan was also sweating and dry-mouthed, feeling that he was about to be scorched by the scorching sun above his head.

But his spirit was not tired at all, but instead had an indescribable excitement.

After a morning of study, Zhang Yuan had already mastered the first three moves of the Jingtao Palm.

This was the first martial arts he had learned!