Author: Love to Eat Morning Light Cow

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"There is a way of saying that the phoenix sings in Qishan Mountain. The divine bird falls on the sycamore tree on the top of Nanshan Mountain and becomes a reality. This is the phoenix reality of Qishan Mountain. Anyone who is lucky enough to take it will have an immortal destiny and can enter the heavenly palace to practice..."

"Feng Shi? Immortal fate? You can just talk about it, there are no immortals in the world."

"That's right, the sycamore tree on Nanshan Mountain has been dead for who knows how many years. I don't think your story is reliable."

The storyteller suddenly became anxious and said quickly.

"I've already said it's a legend, so it's hard to find fault with it. Besides, this story has been passed down from generation to generation, so it's normal to have some mistakes."

"Until that big sycamore tree dies, who can say it's not a sacred tree?"

"That makes sense."

Suddenly, the young man sitting on the steps of the teahouse said something fair.

He was dressed in rags and black, like a little beggar.

The two troublemakers looked over and said disdainfully.

"You're a stinky beggar, but you've learned how to read and write, hurry up, hurry up, go away, you'll be rotten!"

"Who are you calling a beggar?!"

Just when the young man rolled up his sleeves and wanted to make this foul-mouthed guy remember something, a strong young man wearing rich clothes grabbed him.

"Junior brother, the master asked you to practice kung fu. Are you so brave and ruthless with others?"

"Senior brother! Why are you here...I..."

"Go back with me."

The boy was dragged away just like that, unable to fart, but the two guys were still mumbling something.

"Senior brother, stop dragging me, I won't do anything."

"You, come back with me first!"

"Have you mastered the Qing Gong that master gave you? How can you be so dirty and dirty like this?"

"Didn't this fall after running for ten miles..."

The young man's name is Wu Xuan. It has been fourteen years since he was born again from his mother's womb after traveling through time. Originally he only wanted to be a wealthy landlord in the countryside.

But once I saw the bodyguard smashing a bluestone with his palm and leaping three feet, he was so shocked that he wanted to practice martial arts no matter what. A man should hold a three-foot sword and have the ambition to be immortal!

The ideal of being a landlord and a wealthy man has long been forgotten.

What's more, he also has a "golden finger" to help him. Wu Xuan calls this [entry system].

As the name suggests.

When Wu Xuan's reputation becomes greater, he will be rewarded with reputation points, and by consuming the corresponding reputation points, he will obtain entries.

What’s interesting is that no matter how Wu Xuan became famous, the entries he obtained will correspond to the way he became famous.

At this time, he had been practicing martial arts for more than three months.

In January, the rooster crows, and the horse steps forward but becomes limp and motionless.

In February, at the third watch, there are plum blossom piles and hemp ropes hung on cramped legs and feet.

In March, the basic foundation skills were finally laid down, and the master taught me Qing Kung Fu [Swallow Treading Water], and I have been practicing this footwork recently.

The first two months have been very tiring for him, and there is nothing I can do... There is always a price to pay for setting up a character.

He is the most famous in the entire Iron Eagle Martial Arts School because he can always be seen in the martial arts arena before dawn. When it gets dark and there is no light, he is still there!

Gradually he gained the reputation of being a martial artist.

But is this what Wu Xuan wants? No! What he wants is the entry!

There are six levels of entries provided by the entry system: white, green, blue, purple, gold, and red.

The lowest white entry requires 100 reputation to generate, in decimal form, and the highest red entry requires 10 million reputation to condense.

The entire Iron Eagle Martial Arts Hall only has a few hundred people, which is enough for him to generate two white entries.

They are:

Martial Arts Fanatic (white) - You are crazy about martial arts and your sleepless energy makes many people think you are a ruthless person. Your martial arts efficiency +50%, martial arts talent +1.

The one who is obsessed with piles (white) - You are so addicted to piles that even the master exclaimed in disbelief when he saw them. The effect of piles is +50%, and the constitution is +2.

Don't underestimate these two entries. Ever since Wu Xuan got rid of the straw man who was about the same size as himself, he relied solely on these two talents to support his character as a martial arts idiot.

Otherwise, with such crazy energy and no progress in martial arts, wouldn’t it be ridiculous?!

"Junior brother, please go back and take a shower first, and then go and say hello to the master. I haven't seen you for a few days, and my junior sister is clamoring to see you every day."

"Little junior sister? Her melon baby still misses me and my toys."

When Senior Brother Zhao heard this, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

The truth is such a truth, but when it comes from the mouth of a young man like Wu Xuan, it always makes people feel weird.

"Okay, I'm still a melon kid, pretending to be a big-tailed wolf, don't let me complain to the master."

"Senior Brother Zhao, I'm not talking about you. You are already older than me. Why are you still interested in filing a lawsuit?"

"It's so boring, so boring!"

As he said that, Wu Xuan walked in front calmly, striding towards the direction of the Iron Eagle Martial Arts School.

"You boy!"

Zhao Zhenyi shook his head helplessly. Ever since Junior Brother Wu became a disciple of the Iron Eagle Martial Arts School, life has become more difficult day by day. There is no longer the relaxing martial arts environment he had before.

After all, he is too curly.

Little did they know that in order to accumulate a thousand points of martial arts reputation, Wu Xuan had already exhausted all methods, thinking of ways every day to let his brothers know that he was working hard again.

But no more oil and water can be squeezed out.

Currently, there are only 86 martial arts reputation points in the system bar. I don’t know how long it will take to save up to 1,000 points.

In the final analysis.

There are too few people practicing martial arts in Qishan City, and the martial arts circle is not deep enough or wide enough! How to break the circle has always been a question that Wu Xuan has been thinking about.

As he ran wildly, Wu Xuan's legs were amazing, and soon he came to a courtyard with a wide open door.

The plaque is engraved with four large characters in vermillion like silver hooks - "Iron Eagle Martial Arts School!"

Before anyone enters the door, the sound comes first.

"Master, I'm back."

Hearing the noise, several senior brothers who had lived in the martial arts hall all year round looked over. When they saw that it was Wu Xuan, they turned their heads to the wooden man stake in front of them and hammered it on with gritted teeth.

This guy is here again!

I thought it would take me a month to go home to visit relatives, but I came back so quickly!

For a moment, the banging and banging sounds of chores resounded throughout the courtyard, which made Wu Xuan confused and muttered softly.

"What? I'm still practicing at this point. It's time to have dinner."

Zhao Zhenyi, who was following Wu Xuan, was angry and laughing.

"Let's go, what do your parents say?"

"Let's talk about it after seeing the master. The master will ask anyway."

"That's right, then go inside."

Wu Xuan has just returned home to visit relatives during this trip. He lives in Wujiagou, which is near Qishan City. Before, he shamelessly followed the escort team from Tieying Martial Arts School to Qishan City.

According to the normal process, when a martial arts school accepts a disciple, first of all, the family must be clean, and secondly, it must be rich. There is a saying that the poor are poor in culture and rich in martial arts. In fact, regardless of whether they are civil or military, money is very expensive.

Just like painting and music in modern sociology, they are both expensive and there is no need to compare them with each other.

The Four Treasures of the Study and the medicinal materials used for martial arts training are all extremely expensive!

This creates two types of disciples, one who pays to learn martial arts, and one who devotes himself to learning martial arts. The martial arts gym will provide it free of charge for practicing martial arts. The second kind has to give money to the financial institution of Tie Ying Martial Arts School - "Feng Ying" after completing the training.

Escort Agency!”

After serving for ten years, of course there is monthly money, and if there is an accidental death, there will also be funeral expenses, but they are not much.
Chapter completed!