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Early the next morning, Evanson was woken up by a noise again. He sat up from the bed in a daze, his eyes were dull and his expression was at a loss, obviously he had not woken up.

I turned my head mechanically and looked at the window and found that the genius was in the dark. He had been in the jet lag since New York and finally fell asleep in the middle of the night, but he woke up again. He picked up his phone and looked at the time. Haha, it was only 4:30 in the morning.

Alas, I've only been sleeping for two hours now? He wanted to cover his head with the quilt and sleep again, but the shouts outside really made him unable to sleep.

He had to get up from the bed in a daze and put on his clothes. After washing, he walked out of the room to see what these mages were doing without sleeping.

But as soon as he left the door, he was stunned by the scene in front of him. He saw a group of people shirtless. Of course, the girl was wearing sports vests, standing in line in line in line in the yard, practicing boxing with horse stances.

These people have bulging muscles, clear lines, and a lot of sweat flowing out makes them look greasy. Every time they punch, their feet must be lifted high and then stepped on them heavily. The blue bricks under their feet have already broken and sank deep into the ground, which shows how deep they practiced in horse stance.

Evanson looked at the other side in amazement. It was a large piece of sand and gravel, covered with palm-sized stones, some of which were clearly angular and sharp, but now there was a group of people pounced on it. This was really rolling, rolling from head to tail, and then from tail to head!

Hiss, Evanson took a breath and looked around alertly. Was this a sleepwalking or the way he got up is wrong? I clearly remember that I did fall asleep in the Hong Kong Temple last night, so why did this turn into a martial arts hall after getting up?

At this time, an uncle who was wearing a Kama Taj characteristic but also had Chinese-style training suit, caught Evanson's eyes. The man had long hair behind him, with a little white color and some wrinkles on his face. However, he walked with a shiny and straight waist, his eyes were bright, and his beard on his chin was like a tiger's beard.

I saw him patrolling the crowd back and forth, with a vocal vocabulary, "To practice superior magic, your body must be as iron as steel, your horse stance must be as staggered as a mountain, and you must have the power of punching!"

Mom, Evanson felt bad all over, and he was a little suspicious that he had heard something wrong with his ears. Should these people practice superior magic or superior martial arts? Or is it actually the same thing in their minds?

I have known for a long time that your Kama Taj practices magic... is different, but I really didn't expect it... I didn't expect it!

"Yaoah." At this time, Claya also came over yawning. Although the two of them had already lived together, they still had to tell some rules when they came outside, so they slept in separate rooms last night. Claya rubbed her eyes and walked to Evanson and said, "Are you awake?"

"I'm awake." Evanson smiled bitterly and pointed at the crowd. "I can't sleep even if I want to."

"Just get used to it, they are doing morning classes." Claya explained, "The people in the Hong Kong Temple have always been diligent, so the overall combat effectiveness is only the best in the entire Kama Taj, followed by the New York Temple and the worst in London. Those guys promised themselves gentlemen, but were too lazy to be surprised."

"Yeah..." Evanson nodded blankly.

But at this time, the uncle who was patrolling in the crowd suddenly walked towards this side. When he came to Claya, the tribute student clasped his fists and shouted respectfully, "Uncle Master, you are here, do you want to give some advice on the practice of these disciples?"

"Oh, I said I don't have to be so polite, no, you practiced well, and then practiced by yourself." Claya looked embarrassed and waved her hands repeatedly as if she was not used to it. Then the uncle bowed and turned around and left.

"Who is this?" Evanson asked curiously.

"He is the elder of the Hong Kong Temple, Yin Sheng." Claya introduced to Evanson that "the masterful eagle claw practice with one hand can open a monument and split a stone, and penetrate the enemy's head like a rotten soil."

"Awesome." Evanson couldn't help but exclaim. This was not ironic. Although this uncle was not as strong as himself, it was not a fault for him. The hard work he had made since his practice today was probably more than ten times more than himself.

However, no matter how powerful this is, it always feels that it has nothing to do with magic.

"He was born in a magical family, and his family was the most prosperous at the end of the Yuan Dynasty in China. The family's ancestors were anti-Yuan righteous men. Their own eagle claw skills were called the world's best.

"Oh, why do I hear that he doesn't look like the Membrane Fa family, but the Martial Arts family?" Evanson murmured in a low voice. And the ancestor... Evanson remembered a character, but he shook his head and threw it out in a random way. "Then why did he call you uncle?"

"This..." Claya's face turned crying when she heard this question. "Actually, although Kama Taj has a seniority, she is actually very chaotic, because no matter how she discusses this seniority, she must start from the Supreme Master."

"But the Supreme Master sometimes becomes interested in a moment. From a group of children who are just about to start learning magic, they select a few qualified students to teach them for a while, but they will not be able to get involved in the door. However, the Supreme Master's teaching can really benefit you for life. These children can learn their next studies after they have finished learning, and they don't need to pay any other teacher at all."

"But say they are disciples of the Supreme Master, but they don't have the name of a master or a disciple. If they say it is not, they have the reality of a master or a disciple, so this has led to a very messy seniority within Kama Taj."

"Oh..." Evanson sighed. He was considered a thief when he was old but not dead. It was inevitable that he would have such a living ancestor who kept silent. "So, this is the case for you?"

"Not me." Claya shook her head. "Olifan's father was taught by the Supreme Master for a while. My father was also taught by the Supreme Master some time ago... Ah no, I was taught for a while, and my seniority was calculated from them."

"So, let's not talk about such a mess." Claya frowned and complained. "Because it's too troublesome and can't figure it out, New York and London no longer talk about this. It's just based on age. However, the people in the Hong Kong Temple are particularly concerned about respecting teachers, respecting Taoist masters and being orderly, and paying great attention to seniority, so I feel a little uncomfortable every time I come here."

"Just get used to it." Evanson shrugged. You feel uncomfortable now? If the two realms walker personally taught you the magic of the void, then you and Gu Yi were both of them. At that time, your father would probably have to call you Grandma, the ancestor.

At this time, two people suddenly walked into the playground. After Evanson saw the person coming, his expression became even more strange.

Because he knew one of them, he was the brother Wufly who was beaten up by himself last night. He is now wearing a black shirt and white suit, and he looks much more upright. But this time he walked behind and followed someone.

The person in the lead was not tall, about a head shorter than Brother Wufly, wearing punk boots, leather pants on his feet, a black vest on his upper body, and a leather jacket on his upper body. He had short black hair and a slanted bangs covering his right eye. He looked very delicate and looked pretty and feminine. However... he looked carefully and couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman.

But this is not important. What is important is that this gangster who collects protection fees on the street, and a person who is either a black boss or a double flower red stick, how can he come to Kama Taj's Hong Kong Temple?

Also, have you been competing with the underworld for a while? This is the gangster who just got Fisk, the hell kitchen boss, and this is another big shot in Hong Kong?

"Uncle Master!" The uncle spoke again just now, but this time he didn't urge him to Claya, but to the person wearing a leather jacket who had just come in.

"Oh, sure enough." Claya slapped her face and said, "Senior Sister is here."

"She is your senior sister..." Evanson looked carefully again. It turned out to be a woman. That's right. If a man looks so handsome, it would be too abnormal.

No! Evanson then reflected, "How could your senior sister... how could she do this job?"

"The mage also needs to eat. No matter how rich the spiritual food is, it is not as good as a set of pancakes." Claya shrugged and introduced, "A group of people are busy practicing hard, neither work nor business nor farming. Someone must make money to support them."

"This is the case with my senior sister. She is the boss of the White Rose Barber Shop in Hong Kong. Of course... she also runs some side businesses. In the Hong Kong area, I report my senior sister, Kowloon Yihu Li Lin, and I have to give up all walks of life."

"Oh, that's right." Evanson was particularly understanding. If he only worked hard to practice magic and didn't open a small shop to speculate in stocks, he would probably starve to death on the streets.

"Big Boss, it's that ghost guy! And that ghost girl who has a leg up with him." Brother Wufly lay in the ear of his senior sister Li Lin, and secretly pointed at Evanson with his fingers.

Bang, who knew that Li Lin suddenly raised her hand and punched her directly on the nose of Brother Wufly standing behind him. Brother Wufly immediately rolled his eyes and fainted on the ground. Li Lin even spat at him, "Dare you dare to say this, I'll shit you!"

I was shocked immediately after hearing the sound. I didn't beat him as hard as last night.

Then Li Lin stretched out a finger and raised the bangs on her forehead, stared at Evanson with a sharp look, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

But Evanson was not doing well yet, Claya took a step back one after another, and looked up with her eyes. Seeing this, Evanson asked, "You... aren't you going to deal with it?"

"We had a good relationship when we were young, but the boat of girls' friendship..." Claya lowered her head, and she still couldn't see her feet. "They always flipped over because of some strange reasons."

Evanson also glanced secretly and curled his lips, "But I think you're a little afraid of her."

"I can't beat her." Claya whispered, "Don't think that my senior sister is no longer older than me for a few months and is usually busy with business, but in fact she is the strongest in the entire Hong Kong Temple."

At this time, Li Lin put down her bangs, took off her leather jacket on her upper body and threw it onto Brother Wufly. At this time, Evanson realized that there was a picture of a tiger going down the mountain on her shoulders and arms.

"Yin Sheng, call that guy out." Li Lin shook his neck and wrists, and said arrogantly, "Let him accompany me."

Yin Sheng's mouth twitched at that time, but his seniority was there, so he turned around and called people. At this time, the group of places that were practicing martial arts on the playground immediately separated very consciously and freed up the venue.

But after a long time, Yin Sheng came over with a slightly fat middle-aged uncle. Evanson found that the fat man was actually glowing. After a closer look, he found that at least a dozen protective spells were on his body.

At this time, his right hand was still fiddling in his arms. Evanson happened to see from the angle that he was stuffing a heart protection mirror in his arms. "I just took a few hands, is it like this?"

"Sister Sister has always been very good at it." Claya muttered.

"It's so slow." Li Lin put her hands on her waist and mocked the middle-aged fat man, "You're not afraid, are you?"

"Will I be afraid?" The fat man was also stubborn and said, "If I am afraid, I will write my last name upside down."
Chapter completed!