"Haha... Brother Shen, long time no see! Brother misses you very much!"

Yang Zhenwei, the owner of Yang Weiwu Pavilion, is a strong man with a leopard head and tiger eyes, and looks very powerful. The two dark iron gallbladders in his hand are constantly turning, making a pleasant and crisp sound.

"Hello, Brother Yang!"

Chen Fan, the leader of the Green Snake Gang, was a pale and weak young man. He was wearing a green silk dress and was thin and tall, as if he had few bones, and even had a little more feminine spirit when walking.

The two of them stood side by side, as if a tiger and a poisonous snake were coming together.

"Let's go! Come with me to welcome guests!"

Fang Ming stood up from the Taishi Chair, and the big man behind him was automatically lined up in two rows outside the door.

"Master Yang! Master Chen Gang! The two of you are here to take care of your business. You are really gigging on your face, and you are so grateful!"

Fang Ming smiled peacefully.

"Hmph!" Yang Zhenwei looked arrogant, but he just held his fists and returned the salute and entered the living room, which made the apprentice behind Fang Ming's face add a hint of anger.

"Haha... I have been revered for a long time in the future. In the future, everyone will have to take care of each other when they eat on the same street..."

Chen Fan also had a smile on his face, but his eyes narrowed slightly, and the feeling he revealed was even more dangerous than Yang Zhenwei.

After entering the living room, Fang Ming, Yang Zhenwei and Chen Fan sat in a triangle on a large mahogany table, and a few maids immediately gave incense tea.

"snort!"

Yang Zhenwei beat the cup hard on the table and took the lead in attacking: "The owner of the Oriental Pavilion punched Lei Laohu before and occupied the land deed. He was so powerful, but he didn't know where his master came from?"

He didn't even drink the welcome tea, obviously he was very bad at the visitor.

Fang Ming seemed to be unaware of it: "I am a master of Shaolin. I was originally a small sect and had no fame, so I made the Fang family laugh..."

"Don't think that after learning a few tricks, you can come to Yanghe City to cheat!"

When Yang Zhenwei was young, he had extremely strong skills in his hands and had played countless knives. He was also the dominant of the martial arts world in Yanghe City. At this time, his temper became more and more popular, and he was pressing him step by step.

"Oh? What does Master Yang mean? My land deed was won by Lei Laohu right away, and there was also the notary at that time put the paper on it! The professor and his disciples were also diligent, but they didn't know why Master Yang was maliciously slandered? I wanted to ask you an explanation!"

Fang Ming's face also changed. Although he was very fucked by this, his identity was still the owner of the Xiaowu Pavilion and he had to cooperate in the play.

"It's a remarkable statement to break the jobs of so many people, it's really against you!"

When did Yang Zhenwei say this? His forehead suddenly burst into tears: "Yang Wei! Go and ask for advice on the martial arts of the Oriental coach!"

"As for the order, my disciple!"

A young man in his thirties flashed out from behind Yang Zhenwei, his body was full of tendons and flesh that he had met. His hands, like black iron, had thick joints, and seemed to have been tempered for thousands of times.

"My master asked me to play with you!"

Yang Wei came to the open space in the venue, his tone was very frivolous.

"What are you? You dare to challenge our owner?" Before Fang Ming could reply, Wang Xiaohu could no longer bear it and rushed out.

"We are soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals. Xiaohu has also learned some three-legged kung fu from me. If you want to fight with me, you should pass his level first!"

Fang Mingzhe's first thought, Wang Xiaohu swallowed a jade-restoring spirit pill at this time, and he opened up half of it seriously. He was already the number one master in the martial arts hall under his command, so he naturally had to squeeze out all the surplus value.

"good!"

Yang Wei shouted, and his hammer-like fist hit Wang Xiaohu, obviously preparing to break the blind boy's tendon and bone, so that he could breathe anger.

Wang Xiaohu was already reborn at this time. When he used the Luohan Fist one move at a time, he was actually very stern and obscene, blocking all Yang Wei's moves.

At this time, his internal strength had been achieved. He carried true power in every punch. Yang Wei naturally lost. After a few strokes, he got a move of "Black Tiger's Heart" and lay on the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.

"Good boy!"

Yang Zhenwei's face was as good as the bottom of a pot at this time. With a wave of his hand, the two big men had already set up Yang Wei down.

"Yang Wu! Come on!"

This Yang Wu is his proud disciple, and he is preparing to teach his robes and prevent other masters from seeking revenge after they are old and weak. This is naturally a great deal.

However, Yang Zhenwei had already seen that Wang Xiaohu's internal skills were good, and his other disciples were no match for him, so he could only send out his trump card in advance.

"please!"

Yang Wu came to the court and bowed his hand solemnly. His momentum alone was much stronger than Yang Wei before.

"He is a bad person, you are a good person, I'll let you first!" Wang Xiaohu touched his head, but his words made people laugh and cry.

"Thank you then!"

Yang Wu thanked him, but his body suddenly approached, and his flesh palm slashed straight at the center of the palace, making it a move like Wu Ding Kaishan. His fist style was fierce, and it was obviously attached to the great true power.

"You are much better than the one just now!"

Wang Xiaohu was in a hurry. Although his internal strength was higher than Yang Wu, he lacked a lot of experience in facing the enemy. Fortunately, he usually worked hard with a set of Arhat Fist, and was extremely familiar at this time. Although he looked embarrassed, he did not suffer any major losses.

"Not good... How could this boy have such a deep internal strength?"

After two hundred moves, Yang Zhenwei's face changed continuously. Seeing that although Yang Wu had not shown any defeat, his breathing had become heavier. Obviously, his strength was starting to stop. Wang Xiaohu on the opposite side was still screaming, full of energy. If this continues, he will lose within a hundred moves!

If the disciple is still like this, how can the master be powerful? Yang Zhenwei regrets this at this time. If he had known it, he would not have been moved by the begging of fellow practitioners and would have come to this point.

"How about you two fight in this game?"

Yang Zhenwei shouted, but Wang Xiaohu was a fool. He usually only listened to Xiaohui, Old Man Yang, and Fang Ming. Since Fang Ming did not call him to stop, he would not care about the king of heaven when he came and still chased him. He gradually became familiar with the rhythm. The tricks of the Arhat Fist were used one after another, which forced Yang Wu to an extremely embarrassing state. The people on the outside were drunk and couldn't help but applaud.

"Little beast, can't you hear me? Dongfang Weiming, how did you teach your disciples?"

Yang Zhenwei was furious and wanted to stand up and use his martial arts to suppress the audience.

"Slow down! Since it is a competition, there will naturally be a winner!" Fang Ming shook his head, looking calm and composed.

"Okay! OK! OK!"

Yang Zhenwei laughed furiously and slapped the table suddenly. An iron gall was pressed into the table, as if it was originally embedded there. This palm power was even Shen Fan next to him, and his eyelids twitched.

"Haha! Why did the owner of the Pavilion Yang get angry with a plaything? He lost his identity in vain!"

Fang Ming smiled and rushed his internal strength suddenly with a rustling sound. The iron gall that was originally embedded in the table actually jumped out automatically and hit Yang Zhenwei's face, leaving a red mark on the boss.

I don’t know how much higher this skill is than Yang Zhenwei.

At this moment, a cheer came from the surroundings, and it turned out that Wang Xiaohu had won again.

"Forget it! Forget it!"

Yang Zhenwei's face turned red and white. After seeing Fang Ming's move just now, he was already despaired and knew that this place could not be found.

Without saying much, he picked up Yang Wu and left with his disciples in disgrace, not even saying anything about the scene.

"The master of the Oriental Pavilion is amazing, I really admire him!"

Chen Fan bowed to Fang Ming.

"There are some tricks in the devil, show off your ugly things! Show off your ugly things! I wonder what is the price for the leader of the Shen Gang to come here today?"

Fang Ming has always been polite to him, and he is also polite to others. Now Shen Fan looks smiling, so he naturally greets him with a smile.

"I have received favor from Qingsong Swordsman back then, and I heard that the owner of the Oriental Pavilion and Qingsong Swordsman are also friends. Today, I heard that Yang Weiwu Pavilion wanted to come to the hall, so I wanted to volunteer, but now I look like a laughing..."

Chen Fan said something that surprised Fang Ming.

"Young Master Zhang is not something that ordinary people can look up to you. I am just a chance meeting and a meeting with him..."

Fang Ming shook his hands randomly, and this relationship cannot be admitted at will, otherwise trouble will inevitably occur in the future.

"I see!"

Chen Fan nodded, but his words changed: "If you don't talk about others, it's the martial arts of the Dongfang brothers, and I admire them very much..."

"Haha... It's easy to say. After all, the Green Snake Gang is also an adjacent neighbor, so I can't make it difficult for you. From now on, my Shaolin Martial Arts Hall should follow the old rules of the Red Star Martial Arts Hall!"

"Thank you so much!" Chen Fan was moved with joy, obviously not expecting that things would be so easy!

Naturally, he didn't care about this little money, but if the rules were broken, it would be difficult to lead the team in the future. Now that he saw Fang Ming as a good man, he would save him a lot of trouble, he felt very happy.

"In the future, our two families should watch over each other and communicate more information..."

What Fang Ming values ​​is naturally the advantages of the local snakes of the Qingsnake Gang. There are mixed religions and all kinds of things, so the news must be extremely well-informed.

"This is natural! Natural!"

Chen Fan was happy and moved, so Fang Ming ordered to go and have a banquet. The two of them drank and said goodbye, and they parted with joy.

...

After this incident, the Shaolin Martial Arts School gradually got on track. Fang Ming hired two more teachers to entrust all the chores. He became a hand-off manager and dared not let go of his internal skills for a day. He occasionally practiced sword skills, and had a lot of free time to read books to make up for his lack of knowledge and live a very leisurely life.

In this flash, another half month passed, and seeing that the opportunity to launch the Martial Arts Order was about to be launched, Fang Ming felt secretly passionate in his heart.

"God bless you to come to a world of great power level!"

Now he is studying hard every day and is helped by spiritual medicine and pills. His internal energy is extremely rapid and rapid. Five of the eight extraordinary meridians have been opened, and it is only a short distance from the acquired quasi-first-class masters.
Chapter completed!