on the street.

Zhang Chuyao and Yu Xiaotian walked aimlessly.

Suddenly, there was a noise in Zhang Chuyao's stomach.

Hearing the sound, Yu Xiaotian raised his head and said to Master: "Master, I'm hungry too."

Zhang Chuyao looked a little embarrassed and said, "I don't have any money as a teacher."

"Oh." Yu Xiaotian looked a little disappointed, "Master, otherwise I will beg for food."

Zhang Chuyao immediately said seriously: "We, martial artists, must never lose the pride in our hearts. Behaviors like begging for food can easily kill our morale, so we must never do it!"

"Disciple, I understand, Master." Yu Xiaotian looked like he was being taught.

Just as they were talking, the master and the disciple saw a passerby who was dressed in rich clothes and threw a penny into the broken bowl of a beggar next to him.

The beggar quickly expressed his gratitude, and then quickly put the one coin into his arms. You must know that one coin is worth a hundred cents!

One hundred coins is enough for Zhang Chuyao and his disciples to eat for seven or eight days!

Zhang Chuyao looked at the silver in the beggar's hand and couldn't help but feel nervous. Was what he just said a little too outrageous?

Yu Xiaotian raised his head and looked at the dazed master, not knowing what the master was thinking at this time.

…

Suddenly, a burst of noise broke their thoughts.

"Get out, get out of here!"

"You don't even look at where this place is. With a figure like yours, do you dare to come to my Dragon Tiger Martial Arts School to learn from me?"

Hearing the sound and looking around, he saw a fat little spherical man standing at the gate of Longhu Martial Arts Hall with twelve taels of silver in his hand, begging bitterly to the young man who drove him out:

"Please, I have money and I can afford the apprenticeship fee. Please let me join the Longhu Martial Arts School to practice martial arts."

The young man was wearing the clothes of the Longhu Martial Arts School, and he must be a disciple of the Longhu Martial Arts School.

"Gungungun, there are so many people in this old dragon city who can afford to pay the apprenticeship fee. There is no shortage of your ten or twenty taels of silver. Let me tell you, our martial arts gym will not accept a waste like you."

of!"

The little fat man was dissatisfied, "You haven't even touched my bones, how do you know I'm a waste?"

"Look at you, you're as fat as a ball. It's hard to walk. A person like you only has mediocre eighth-grade qualifications at best. Isn't he a waste?"

"Does my fatness mean I have poor qualifications?"

"That's right, I'm just saying this. If you, a loser, have qualifications higher than the eighth grade, I will kneel down and admit your mistake in front of everyone!"

The little fat man's expression kept changing, "Don't Longhu Martial Arts School advocate teaching without discrimination?"

"That's right. Our martial arts school does accept all kinds of disciples, but we don't accept only those who are fat and like pigs!"

"You..." When the little fat man heard the young man calling him trash, a look of anger finally flashed on his face.

If he couldn't beat the person in front of him, he would definitely go up and tear his mouth apart!

"Little brother, what's your name?"

At this time, the little fat man heard someone calling him, so he turned around and saw a young man walking towards him with a gentle smile on his face.

"Who are you?" the little fat man wondered.

"My name is Zhang Chuyao, and this is my disciple, Yu Xiaotian." Zhang Chuyao said.

The little fat man raised his hands to Zhang Chuyao and said, "My name is Xu Sanpang."

"I saw you were apprenticed. Do you want to learn martial arts?"

"Yeah." Xu Sanpang nodded.

Zhang Chuyao asked curiously: "Why do you want to learn martial arts?"

Xu Sanpang hesitated for a while and then said: "Be a hero and do justice."

"Well, that's right." Zhang Chuyao nodded, "I admire you very much. Since the Longhu Martial Arts School won't accept you, why don't you just accept me as your teacher."

"I want you to be my teacher?" Xu Sanpang looked at Zhang Chuyao's young face, so tender that he could squeeze water out of his mouth... He felt somewhat hesitant in his heart.

"Tsk!" The disciple from the Longhu Martial Arts School who was standing aside couldn't help but sneer and said: "How old are you that you dare to be a role model for others? Besides, you are just a waste kicked out by the Longhu Martial Arts School. You accept it."

What's the point of him being a disciple? Even if you teach him martial arts, how much success can he achieve?"

These words mocked Zhang Chuyao and Xu Sanpang one after another.

When Xu Sanpang heard this, he felt very angry and quit immediately.

Your Dragon and Tiger Martial Arts School won’t accept me? And you won’t allow others to appreciate and value me?

He knelt down directly on the ground, regardless of whether Zhang Chuyao had real materials or not, he just made three "bang bang bang" sounds to him.

I guess Xu Sanpang was also holding in his anger, and those three bangs were so loud that even Zhang Chuyao was startled by him.

"My disciple, Xu Sanpang, pays homage to the master and asks the master to accept me as his disciple and teach me martial arts. I will practice martial arts hard and never slack off to win the reputation of the master!"

"Fighting for appearance? Haha, if anyone wants to use your qualifications to fight for appearance, they might as well be killed with a piece of tofu!"

"Okay, I will accept you as my disciple."

After saying that, Zhang Chuyao remembered an electronically synthesized sound in his ears.

[Ding! Successfully recruiting a disciple!]

…

[Ding! Get a small gift pack!]

[Item: Marrow Cleansing Pill]

[Effect: Cutting hair and washing marrow, easy to replace muscles and bones.]

…

[Ding! Get one hundred teaching points.]

…

The disciple of the Longhu Martial Arts School who had not yet finished his words was stunned for a moment, and then mocked in a strange way: "Sure enough, the good-for-nothing apprentice who worships his master is also a perfect match."

The master and the apprentice just pretended that he didn't exist. Xu Sanpang kowtowed again and said, "Thank you, Master!"

"Get up." As he said this, Zhang Chuyao happily helped Xu Sanpang, who was kneeling on the ground, up from the ground.

The disciple from the Longhu Martial Arts School who was standing aside, saw the two people in front of him treating him as if he were nothing, and did not want to pay attention to him at all, and his face couldn't help but look a little ugly.

"What's wrong? What's going on? There's so much noise at the door of the martial arts gym?"

At this time, a tall, middle-aged man who was not angry or intimidating walked out of the martial arts hall.

"Master Wang!" Seeing this person appear, the martial arts disciples hurriedly prayed.

"Hey!" Master Wang was surprised and ignored him. Instead, he walked quickly to Zhang Chuyao, looked at the two disciples beside him, and asked, "What are your names?"

"Pang Xu San."

"Yu Xiaotian."

Pavilion Master Wang then said: "Can I feel the bones for you?"

"What do you want to do?" Yu Xiaotian asked.

"I accidentally learned the art of fortune telling when I was young. I just saw that the faces of you two are extraordinary. You may be rare martial arts wizards, so I want to give you a try."

Hearing this, Xu Sanpang and Yu Xiaotian looked up at the master beside them, as if asking for his opinion.

Seeing the master nodding, Xu Sanpang and Yu Xiaotian nodded in agreement.

Pavilion Master Wang touched the bones of their hands and then their bodies in turn, as if they had encountered some happy event. They were laughing so hard that they couldn't open their eyes. They still had the serious look on their faces just now.

"I never thought that I would encounter good talents and beautiful jade whenever I go out today. It seems that God is going to build my Dragon and Tiger Martial Arts School. You two are one-in-a-thousand geniuses."

"One in ten thousand?" The disciple from the Longhu Martial Arts School just now exclaimed, "Master Wang, did you read that correctly?"

"I use a special bone-touching technique. Most people may see it wrong, but I will never see it wrong." Master Wang said with certainty.

"This..." The face of the Longhu Martial Arts disciple suddenly became colorful.

The one-in-a-million qualification is fifth grade!

Xu Sanpang said happily: "Am I really qualified to be one in a million?"

Pavilion Master Wang nodded and said, "I can't get it wrong."

"Okay." Xu Sanpang called out and turned to look at the disciple from the Longhu Martial Arts School who was standing aside, "What did you just say?"

"I, I, what did I say?" The man's eyes dodged, and it seemed that he was planning to deny it.

"He said that as long as your qualifications exceed the eighth level, he will kneel down in front of everyone and admit your mistake." Yu Xiaotian repeated aloud.

"No, I didn't say that." The man denied.

Yu Xiaotian couldn't stand it: "I said it in front of so many people, and everyone heard it."
To be continued...