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"Hello, what kind of moves do you want to learn? Our Four Elephant Martial Arts School is good at pictorial boxing. If it's swordsmanship, we will also teach it a little bit."

The young lady sitting at the front desk looked at the boy who looked like a teenager in front of her, and thought he was here for class.

Zhang Chuan shook his head and took out the flyer in his hand, "I'm here to apply. I heard that you are recruiting Dragon Fist masters here."

There was suspicion in the young lady's eyes, "Wait a minute, I'll contact the curator." Then, she dialed the phone.

After a while, the sound of powerful footsteps came.

"Is that the one you want to apply for?" A muscular, thick-browed, big-eyed middle-aged man came over, and the skeleton behind him was very spacious.

He looked Zhang Chuan up and down, and couldn't help frowning because of his too young face, and at the same time put his hand on the spine behind him.

"That's right, the root bone is well developed, and it's an adult." He looked happy and stretched out his arm, "Hello, my name is Tie Cheng, and I'm the acting owner of the museum here."

"Zhang Chuan." Zhang Chuan also held Tie Cheng's palm, and a domineering force came from his palm, but he did not show any weakness and returned the strength.

Tie Cheng's smile deepened, he let go of his palm first, and then shouted at the girl at the front desk, "Le Lan, take Zhang Chuan to sign the contract, he's hired."

"Oh. Okay, please come with me." Le Lan stood up and was about to lead Zhang Chuan to another place.

But Zhang Chuan shook his head, "I don't plan to stay here for a long time."

Hearing the answer, Tie Cheng didn't know what he thought of, and nodded, "It doesn't matter, we can also end the day here." He walked to the corridor and made a move to Zhang Chuan.

"The reason why our place is called the Four Elephant Martial Arts School is that it mainly focuses on dragon boxing, tiger boxing, bird claws and hard qigong."

Tie Cheng, who was walking, explained to Zhang Chuan, "But the master who taught Dragon Fist here just resigned. If one of them is missing, is it still called Sixiang Martial Arts?"

Opening the door, the two walked in.

At this time, there were still two famous coaches in the martial arts gym teaching moves to the apprentices. When they saw Tie Cheng, they clasped their fists in a hurry, "Hello, curator!"

Tie Cheng nodded, and introduced to Zhang Chuan, "This is the master who teaches Tiger Boxing, named Chen Ming." He pointed to a young man with particularly well-developed arms, who seemed not easy to mess with.

"This one is He Nianmeng, and he mainly teaches Crane Fist."

Wearing a white coach uniform and ponytail, He Nianmeng nodded to Zhang Chuan.

Then Tiecheng looked at Zhang Chuan, "I don't know if you are sure about the two of you?"

After hearing this, some of the apprentices who had not yet left turned their attention to a few people.

What was unexpected was that the young man who looked small actually nodded, "[-]% sure." He paused, "I win."

zawazawa!

Everyone was in an uproar, even Tie Gui and He Nianmeng's eyes widened, which was too shameless.

You know, the two are warriors at the fifth level and sixth level respectively, and with their cooperation, the Tiger and Crane Double Form is even more capable of repelling the opponent of the Great Perfection of the warrior. Where does this kid have the courage to say so.

The expressions of the two of them were a bit ugly, but since the owner of the museum was standing by the side, it was not easy to have a seizure.

"In that case, how about you have a competition?" Tie Cheng suggested, looking at the tense atmosphere.

Seeing that there was a good show to watch, the apprentices around hurriedly gave up the venue.

This was exactly in line with their wishes, and naturally no one refused. Zhang Chuan wanted to show his strength, and the two people on the opposite side also wanted to take the opportunity to teach him a lesson.

"Let me do it first." Chen Ming stepped forward and clasped his hands together, "Chen Ming, tiger-shaped fist!"

"Zhang Chuan, Dragon Fist." He also returned the salute, and then Zhang Chuan said, "You two go up together, so I can save time."

"Boy, don't be ashamed of your big words, be careful to flash your tongue!" Five fingers spread apart, shaped like tiger claws, and the dantian exerted force, bursting into the throat, Chen Ming yelled, and took the lead in striking.

The sound was like the roar of a tiger, and many apprentices who were only warriors were instantly frightened, their ears buzzing.

The true energy is poured into the fingertips, and the move is swift and violent!

With the whistling sound of the wind, Chen Ming grabbed Zhang Chuan's joints, trying to overwhelm the enemy with one move, and caught him by surprise!

Well done!Zhang Chuan's eyes brightened slightly, his footsteps moved slightly, he stepped back, his body bent slightly, and he narrowly escaped.

This strong wind blowing towards the face contains a strong energy, if caught, it may directly lose the fighting power.

What a tiger out of the hole!

But Zhang Chuan was not surprised but happy, the opponent is very strong, so he can also hone his own shortcomings.

With its claws stretched out, it moved towards the tiger claws that had not yet been withdrawn. The green dragon reached out its claws and grabbed Chen Ming's wrist.

But just when he was about to touch it, unexpectedly, a force shook his hand away.

This is pumping energy, which belongs to a series of dark energy, but the previous move did not lock the enemy, so the follow-up is weak. Chen Ming used his own experience to shake out the true energy.

This didn't make Zhang Chuan stop, his body shape changed, and while Chen Ming retracted his strength, he punched out.

In terms of power, this punch was even stronger than the opponent's tiger claws, and it went straight away.

Seeing that it was impossible to escape, Chen Ming could only concentrate his true energy on his arms and cross his hands in front of him.

With fists and arms intertwined, he took a few steps backwards, using his feet to stabilize his body. Fortunately, he didn't fall down and make a big fool of himself.

Looking at Zhang Chuan in front of him in amazement, his arms are still slightly numb, which is the effect of dark energy.

Unexpectedly, this young man actually learned his own kung fu skills during the battle. He had noticed before that the opponent's green dragon probing claw had strength, but it didn't contain true energy hidden in its claws.

"Papa papa!" Tie Cheng clapped his hands and applauded, "Both of them are very strong, especially Zhang Chuan. I didn't expect that Qinglongquan, a boring boxing technique, can show a trace of charm."

As a martial artist with great perfection, he can naturally see a hint of green dragon in Zhang Chuan's fist style.

Qinglong, naturally, coexists with strength and flexibility.

There are many kinds of Dragon Fist, Qinglong Fist is one of them.

He looked at He Nianmeng again, "Nianmeng, do you want to compete?"

But this tall girl in white clothes just shook her head, and the ponytail behind her shook accordingly.

"No need, since you can defeat Senior Brother Chen, it is enough to prove your strength."

Although she is only a small realm higher than Chen Ming, the difference in strength between the two is not too big. Although it is possible for the two of them to win together, it is too weak to win, and she would not bother to do so in this kind of sparring.

"Hahaha, since that's the case, let me introduce to you, your new master——Zhang Chuan."

Unexpectedly, it was a new coach, and the rest of them thought he was here to play in the stadium. Zhang Chuan looked quite young at first, but his performance just now subverted their understanding.

"Master!" They all shouted at Zhang Chuan.

But Zhang Chuan just waved his hand, "It's awkward to call Master, and I'm not much older than you, you can call me Brother Zhang or Brother Zhang."