God-level funeral system

"We go back to the martial arts school, and this competition will definitely be our champion again."

A sturdy old man wearing a black vest was sitting in the middle of the courtyard, slowly sipping tea. A middle-aged man sat opposite him.

"Master, but it is said that recently there is a lunatic who has been challenging various martial arts halls."

This is the first time in so many years that I have heard of someone going to the gym alone. It would be appropriate to call him a lunatic.

"Houjin, are you still afraid?"

He slowly put down the hot tea in his hand, closed his eyes and opened them. A sharp flash of light made Houjin feel nervous and he lowered his head in a hurry.

"How could it be? Master, you are a strong master of the Great Perfection of Martial Arts. You are only one step away from entering Xiantian. Who else is your opponent in this Pisces City?"

The withered and yellow leaves on the side slowly fell with the wind, and they were about to fall into the teacup.

At this moment, a swift fist flashed past, so fast that even Monkey Gold couldn't see it clearly, but the withered yellow leaves had moved a short distance and landed on the table.

"Master, your skill has improved again."

To others, this is just moving the leaves a little bit, and even ordinary people can do it, but in Monkey King's eyes, this is an understanding of boxing skills.

In the instant of quick punching, the shape of the leaf was not damaged, and even the upper veins were not damaged.

A dry leaf like this would lose its shape even with a light touch, but the old man did not let the leaf be damaged with such strength.

"It's just a matter of understanding." A smile appeared on the old man's face, "Even if you put your heart down and practice for a while, you can still do it."

Although his own apprentice in front of him is very talented, he is too impetuous to get the true meaning of Tong Bei Fist.

"Master, master, it's not good, the person in the rumors came to kick the hall recently!"

A burly apprentice broke in, shouting at them with panic on his face.

"Hurry up, what's your style?"

Seeing his frightened look, Houjin's face was a little angry. Now that he is the master of the martial arts school, his disciples have to panic about this matter. Isn't that being made a joke by his master?

"But several senior brothers have been beaten to the ground."

He hesitated for a while before speaking slowly.

"And there is only one person on the other side."

"Hmph! They must be too lazy to practice and be lazy every day. Let's see if I teach them a lesson!"

Hou Jin stood up abruptly, just about to reach out to slap the table, but remembered that the master was still sitting opposite, and withdrew his hand embarrassingly.

However, I was full of anger in my heart, and even dared to come to the martial arts gym alone, did they really think they were vegetarians?

"Just let me go and meet him for a while!"

The five fingers clenched tightly into fists, making a "crackling" sound.

"Houjin, wait a minute." The old man stood up slowly, and then shouted to Houjin who had walked not far, "I'll go with you too."

It is rare to have the courage to kick the gym alone. I think back then, when he was a young and energetic boy, he followed others to kick the gym, but he was beaten black and blue.

"Master, I don't need to bother you about this trivial matter. You can just wait here for my good news."

Seeing the old man approaching, Hou Jin hurriedly said to him.

"Look at what you said, your master, I'm not that old yet."

With a little force, Hou Jin retreated to the side.

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"Boy, just wait for me, our master will come soon, and I will show you good-looking when the time comes!"

Several burly youths surrounded Zhang Chuan in a circle, with anger on their faces, clenched fists ready to strike at any time, but a trace of fear flashed in their eyes.

A few wailing martial arts apprentices were being helped up while wailing.

"Don't think that you can leave so easily if you make trouble in our martial arts hall!"

Several students of Tongbei Martial Arts looked at Zhang Chuan with incomparable anger.

"Hey, they were the ones who made the first move, how can you blame me?"

Spreading his hands helplessly, Zhang Chuan's face was very innocent. He was obviously full of sincerity and politeness, but the other party actually started fighting at the slightest disagreement. It was really too irritable.

"Look at what you asked us to sign!"

Seeing Zhang Chuan's victimized expression, one of the martial arts students couldn't bear it anymore and shouted at him.

"Don't throw punctuation marks randomly, it's too uncivilized." Wiping the punctuation marks on his face, Zhang Chuan took the list in his hand and looked at it carefully, "It's a withdrawal agreement, is there a problem?"

I just gave them these lists with good intentions, knowing that the other party didn't appreciate it.

You know, with so many spectators in the competition, it wouldn't look good if you lost.

Moreover, Zhang Chuan challenged all the martial arts gyms and treated them equally so that all martial arts gyms would not be despised by signing the withdrawal agreement, so everyone was happy.

"Did you think we would sign something like that!?"

Seeing Zhang Chuan nodding his head naturally, the young man couldn't bear it anymore and punched him.

Watch me beat your smug face into a pig's head!

There was a sinister smile on the young man's face, because this punch was about to hit Zhang Chuan's face.

But when there were still a few centimeters away, he didn't expect his punch to miss, and the young man was stunned.

Because Zhang Chuan just turned his head slightly.

"Hey, don't be so impatient, can't you just sit down and talk?"

Reluctantly, he flicked out his index finger, and the fingertip landed on the young man's forehead, causing him to fall to the ground.

"You bastard! Look at how badly I deal with you!"

Seeing that the person on his side was beaten to the ground again, the people next to him couldn't help it.

However, their method was not to punch, but to rush towards Zhang Chuan, trying to press the opponent to the ground with weight.

As long as the weight is superimposed, it doesn't matter how good the opponent's martial arts are, they still can't use them.

"Why don't you understand you yet?"

He quickly took action and flicked each of their foreheads with his index finger. With a "bang", several people fell to the ground and fainted.

"Sarilang! Sarilang!"

A few younger apprentices who didn't know the truth ran out yelling.

"It's you who dare to come to our martial arts hall to be presumptuous!"

After hearing the yelling, Hou Jin hurried out. He was relieved when he saw that the disciples lying on the ground were breathing evenly and steadily, and then looked at Zhang Chuan.

The other party's age didn't seem very old, which made Hou Jin's face even more embarrassed. Could it be that the disciples he brought were so weak?

The old man on the side didn't say much, just looked at Zhang Chuan quietly.

My breathing is slow and long. Is it due to the technique or my own strength?

"Are you the person in charge here? Can you sign this."

Seeing that someone who could talk finally came, Zhang Chuan handed the withdrawal slip in his hand to the front with a sincere expression on his face.