Nearly noon.

Zhao Yan put his hands in his pockets and came to the door of the veteran martial arts hall near his home with a gloomy face.

He looked up and squinted his eyes and looked at the mottled sign on the lintel of the veteran martial arts hall. Zhao Yan still had a picture of his mother begging for his uncle on the phone.

After the family came back from the hospital this morning, after the parents of the parents sighed and discussed it, they decided to ask their uncle for help. As mentioned earlier, Uncle Zhao Yan is the deputy director of the Provincial Forestry Bureau. Although they cannot directly interfere in Xicheng No. 3 Middle School, it is very common for them to help each other in the officialdom.

Zhao Yan's parents thought about it and found that only Uncle Zhao Yan could help.

Zhao Yan didn't realize anything at first, but after his mother called, Zhao Yan saw with his own eyes that his tough and arrogant mother would whisper to his uncle and ask for him. Zhao Yan felt very uncomfortable.

My aunt is just my uncle's concubine, and even my mother is so indifferent to her. Maybe my uncle can solve the problem with just one phone call, so she actually wants to ask for it in a low voice.

Zhao Yan was so nervous that he couldn't bear to look at him anymore. He turned around and wanted to go out. The eldest sister wanted to stop him, thinking that he was going to cause trouble again. His father didn't stop him, but he just looked at him coldly and said, "If you want your mother's efforts to waste your time, you can take revenge!"

My dad thought he was going to take revenge on his class teacher Tang Feng.

With Zhao Yan's personality, he did have this idea, but his father's warning and his mother's humble voice made Zhao Yan have to keep his anger in his heart.

"I'll go out and relax!"

Zhao Yan threw down this sentence in a suffocating manner and came out of the door and came to the door of the veteran martial arts hall.

There are many martial arts halls in the Ming Dynasty, and the Veterans Martial Arts Hall is one of the many small martial arts halls. It is said that a veteran founded it decades ago and taught military fist in the army. Zhao Yan has been here more than a dozen times!

Zhao Yan, full of depression, stepped into the door.

"Zhao Yan? What are you doing again?"

As soon as he entered the door, a young man of twenty-five or six years old saw him, and this man was about to go out.

"fight!"

Zhao Yan tightly threw down two words and continued to strode in.

Turning over a screen wall, I saw a yard that was several acres of land, with stone locks, earth pits, wooden stakes, weapons frames and other things for practicing martial arts.

More than a dozen students are practicing here, including those who practice stone locks; those who constantly jump up and down from the pit to practice jumping power; and those who work on wooden stakes, practice weapons, and practice pairs of exercises.

The young man who had just greeted Zhao Yan heard Zhao Yan come to fight, was stunned for a moment and then turned back. He stood beside Zhao Yan in surprise and looked up and down, curious: "Zhao Yan! What's wrong with you today? He looked unhappy? Who messed with you?"

Zhao Yan: "Don't talk nonsense! Call someone!"

...

After a while, the young man who had the best seven kung fu surrounded Zhao Yan in the middle with his shirtlessness, including the young man who had just talked to Zhao Yan. Zhao Yan took off his shirt and threw it aside, slowly swaying the starting hand-pull-the bow-pull-style with his face.

Sitting on the hips with a deep waist, the left palm is in front, the right hand holds the fist and hides it around the waist, and the dark eyes slowly scan the seven people around.

Seeing that Zhao Yan came to the real world, the seven people looked at each other and all looked at each other one by one.

There were more than a dozen people watching around, including younger students, as well as the family of the martial arts master. The martial arts master - a middle-aged man in a black double-breasted short suit, playing with two large steel balls in his hand, and watching with his eyes squinted.

Zhao Yan suddenly shouted softly and rushed forward suddenly. The man on the other side knew that he was powerful and subconsciously retreated. The other six people rushed over at the same time, some blocking Zhao Yan and some taking the opportunity to attack Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan's expression did not move, but when he saw his arms wrapped around him, he tucked his arms into his arms. Before the man could react, he suddenly clenched his fists and rushed forward. The man whose arms were tied up by him immediately flew out of the ground with his feet. Zhao Yan immediately turned around, turned his back to the place where no one was behind, and avoided the interception and attack of everyone else. All this happened in the blink of an eye, and one person had been knocked down by him.

When the other people made another move to attack, Zhao Yan had already started to punch and kick, but he saw the shadow of the fist flying, kicking his legs forward and backward, and fisting, elbows, knees, shoulders, and heads all became his attack methods.

In just a moment, all the seven people who had besieged him fell to the ground.

This one covered her stomach, the other one covered her face, and had nosebleeds...

There was a silence around, only the two large steel balls in the owner's hand were intertwining.

Zhao Yan was also slightly injured, with a little bruise at the corner of his mouth and a layer of sweat on his body, but his face was still gloomy and there was no trace of pride in his eyes after victory.

He came here just to vent his anger, but these opponents failed to make him enjoy it.

Zhao Yan looked at the owner of the museum who was playing with two large steel balls under the eaves. The owner of the museum showed a slight smile on his lips.

"What? Do you want to challenge me?"

Zhao Yan stared at him for a while, then suddenly turned around and left.

"I'm not your opponent yet!"

Zhao Yan left this sentence in silence and left without looking back.

The owner of the black-clothed hall stood under the eaves and laughed a little when he heard this. He didn't say anything, shook his head and turned around and entered the room with a smile.

The owner of the veteran martial arts hall is surnamed Zhong. Since he took over the veteran martial arts hall, he has posted an announcement outside the martial arts hall, which welcomes all young people under the age of 20 to come to the martial arts hall to challenge the disciples in the martial arts hall. As long as it does not cause any serious injury, the veteran martial arts hall will not hold them accountable.

This was originally a means to attract combative young people to become disciples, but it was seen by Zhao Yan three years ago. At that time, Zhao Yan had already learned about Bajiquan, but he had only had sex with poor students in school and gangsters outside the school.

During that time, Zhao Yan wanted to know how powerful his Bajiquan was, so he took Fan Long and the others into the Veteran Martial Arts Hall.

The first time, he lost a lot, and a student of his age defeated him a few moves.

Later, whenever Zhao Yan felt that he had made a lot of progress, he would come here to find someone to challenge him and test his practical ability. This may be due to his talent. In the past three years, his Bajiquan has made great progress. When he came here for the last time at the end of last year, he had already defeated the seven most capable disciples of the owner of the Zhongguan.

These people probably didn't expect Zhao Yan to come again.

...

After leaving the martial arts hall, Zhao Yan walked back without a smile on his face.

He once again realized that it was useless to fight this world. He could not solve many things by relying on his fists.

I still have to go to college! But what should I do if the content after Chapter 14 of "The Full Moon Scimitar" is done? This problem cannot be solved. Even if his uncle saves him from being expelled from the school, he will not get the recommended place.

Keep writing down?

But how should I write the subsequent plot?

ps: The pace has been a bit slower recently, and Lao Mu will speed up the plot.

(Thanks to the declining minstrel for rewarding 10 points, and Feng Luochen L for rewarding 100 points.)
Chapter completed!