Chapter 4 ‘Martial Arts High Legs’

Fang Xing is actually in a very good mood now!

Although entering the world of female videos made him feel a little awkward at the beginning, he didn't expect that doing nothing would increase the plot point.

According to common sense, if you want to travel through a martial arts world, why don't you do a few big things in order to gain something.

Ruming can get the job done happily without moving!

It seems that the world is not that bad!

Although I really don’t understand why the two women’s mentality changed for a while, and if it can bring some plot points, I don’t bother to ask.

If they ask too many questions and their mentality changes, wouldn't they dig a hole for themselves?

Seeing that the sun was already setting in the west, Fang Xing gave orders for people to prepare meals.

It's been a while since I traveled through time, and my body is still feeling a little hungry.

It turns out that it would take a long time to wait in the study room.

It took so long that Fang Xing's stomach began to growl, but he didn't see a plate coming!

Just as he was about to ask what was going on, Manager Zhao's voice came from outside the study.

"Your Majesty, the high-legged people you want to see practicing martial arts have been summoned to you. Can you see them now or let them wait?"

"Come in and shut up."

Manager Zhao opened the door and came in, repeating what he just said again, fearing that he might not understand clearly through the door.

Fang Xing frowned and said:

"Let them rest first. I'll go and ask why his words were used?"

"Tell them to get some food, why don't you even see a plate now!"

Manager Zhao went out to ask questions again.

A few minutes later, Yongtuo arrived.

"Your Majesty, the dishes are actually already here..."

"Where did it go?"

"After going to them..."

That sentence made Fang Xing stunned!

Is the identity I came here as a prince?

Why is it that eating a meal at home is so embarrassing?!

"My lord, have you forgotten that you don't need to have meals there in the future, as you said before, they will all be directly at Miss Ling's place."

"So the cooks who pass the dishes on will deliver the dishes directly there..."

Manager Zhao didn't finish his words.

Fang Xing received a new system notification.

[The mentality of Miss Ling’s wrong host has changed, causing some changes in the plot]

[Add one hundred plot points]

Fang Xing:……………………

Forget it, I'm too lazy to think about what they think.

"I won't eat anymore."

"Let's find him something to cushion him first, and then take him to meet the martial arts masters."

After saying that, Fang Xing got up and walked out.

From time to time until now, it was the first time that Fang Xing walked out of the study room.

Walking in the palace that feels a little familiar but also a little novel, Fang Xing can't help but wonder whether the ancient royal family really enjoyed it!

Especially for those of the aristocratic class like myself who are already princes, they are basically a junior emperor and have very little responsibility as an emperor.

It can be said that as long as you don't have any thoughts that you shouldn't have, it will simply not be the most comfortable life.

Manager Zhao carefully led the way, but he couldn't help but think about it in his heart.

The prince is not normal.

Not to mention the princess, she neglected Miss Ling and even became interested in practicing martial arts by mistake.

The princess is not normal either.

People who normally wouldn't even complain can actually curse!

I feel like Miss Ling is not normal either.

On weekdays, the prince often visits her, but that time she took the initiative to make snacks to see the prince.

What will happen tomorrow?

Why does it feel so good?

Manager Zhao was thinking, but Jiao Dong didn't delay at all.

He led the prince to a small courtyard and said to the prince:

"Your Majesty, do you want to meet someone?"

"Those dozen or so of them all have the best martial arts skills in our city!"

The people in the courtyard were all gathered together. When they saw the prince coming, they all hurriedly saluted.

Some kneel down, some bow, some hold fists, and some extend their legs to say hello.

In that chaotic scene, some of them cursed loudly.

"Don't fucking squeeze him!"

"Hey, where should he kneel when I kneel?"

"Mad, do you know the etiquette? What do you think of greeting the prince?"

"Stop scolding me, uncle. If you hurt me, I will go out and kill my whole family!"

Looking at the big men with fierce faces and fierce eyes in front of him, a question mark slowly popped up in Fang Xing's head.

Where did you find those bandits?

No matter how you look at it, you don’t look like a good person!

After a brief period of confusion and Manager Zhao's reminder, a group of people stood up neatly, all standing in a row with smiling faces.

Seeing the strange smiles on the faces of a dozen big men, Fang Xing actually wanted to turn around and leave.

But thinking about the environment I was in, I had to find a way to learn more about martial arts, so I sighed and asked as calmly as possible:

"What do we know?"

Upon hearing the prince's question, the big men immediately showed their arms and rolled up their sleeves.

"My lord, he can break bricks with his bare legs!"

"He can use a machete, and he can cut several things in a blink of an eye."

"My lord, he can fight five with one."

"He can hit ten!"

"What the hell am I pretending to be? I'll beat you up!"

"Your Majesty, his chest will be broken!"

Looking at the messy scene in front of him, Fang Xing's heart dropped.

Roar.

Finished!

I originally thought that even if there was no extraordinary martial arts in that world, there should at least be routine martial arts.

No matter how bad he is, he still has enough martial arts skills to learn something that he can use in another world.

But no matter how you look at the so-called "martial arts high-legs" in front of you, they can become so-called high-legs by relying on their big shoulders and round waists to eat and fight.

It can't be said to be completely different from what you think, but it can be said to have nothing to do with it.

After all, splitting bricks can be regarded as something that can be tolerated, but how can it be tolerated?

But even if you call everyone here, you still have to see how they perform.

If someone really has some skills, you can learn something by yourself.

Fang Xing waved his leg and said immediately:

"Forget it!"
To be continued...