Final priesthood

Lu Yuan nodded to the girl, thanked her, then turned and walked towards the second floor of the martial arts hall.

He greeted Cheng Peng and said that he was going to practice for a while, so that Cheng Peng wouldn't have to wait for him and just go back first.

This is Lu Yuan's first time going to the second floor.

On the stairs leading from the first floor to the second floor, as well as on the walls on both sides of the walkway on the second floor, there are photo frames hanging every other section.

The photo frames are almost full of photos of martial arts disciples and students winning prizes in fighting competitions and holding trophies.

Lu Yuan looked at each other.

Some of these photos have won awards in the city, some in the province, and the highest is a national-level competition.

But in the photo, the man holding the third place trophy and belt with a big smile didn't seem to be wearing clothes from the Genbu Hall.

"crane......."

Lu Yuan read out the words printed on the man's clothes.

This photo also looks very old, with the edges slightly yellowed.

"Was the original name of Yuan Martial Arts School Crane Martial Arts School?"

Lu Yuan looked at the photo and guessed.

At this time, a slightly majestic voice sounded from behind him.

"What are you doing here?"

Lu Yuan hurriedly turned around and saw a man of medium build and in his thirties standing more than ten meters away, looking at him expressionlessly.

Lu Yuan recognized this person's identity at a glance.

It was the coach surnamed Qin from Tuo Peng's class who gave him a great sense of oppression when he came to the martial arts gym to audit on his first day.

It was also because Cheng Peng said that he had knocked hundreds of kilograms of punches away with one punch that he aroused Lu Yuan's strong interest in practicing martial arts.

"Hello, Coach Qin."

Lu Yuan raised the application form in his hand and explained: "I am a student in Coach Lin Zhiqin's class, and I came to see Coach Lin to sign."

"oh."

The man's expression softened slightly and he walked to Lu Yuan in a few steps.

"Show me what to sign."

"oh."

Lu Yuan handed over the application form respectfully, but secretly said in his heart: It's so fast!

I didn't see how the opponent moved, but he was in front of me at a distance of more than ten meters. It was like "shrinking into an inch" described in the novel!

Of course, the truth is definitely not that exaggerated. It should just be because the opponent's agility attribute or footwork level is very high.

Is this the strength of a professional level warrior?

Lu Yuan secretly marveled.

"Formal disciple assessment application form?"

The man looked at the form, glanced at Lu Yuan, and asked casually: "How long have you been in the martial arts gym?"

"A month and a week."

Lu Yuan answered honestly.

"Have you mastered the three basics? Have you tested your boxing strength? How many?"

The man asked one question after another.

Lu Yuan guessed that he was helping Lin Zhiqin to review him.

It's like you were called to the office by a certain teacher. When you arrived at the office, you accidentally bumped into the class teacher. The class teacher would definitely catch you and question you - "Why are you here?" "You didn't hand in your homework, but you still eat in class." Something?" "Did you pass this subject in the last exam?"

Pretty much the same thing.

Lu Yuan answered honestly: "My boxing strength has been tested, and it's over 100. I feel like I'm doing well in the three basics, but I still have to let Coach Lin judge."

"Um."

The man nodded, returned the application form to Lu Yuan, pointed forward, and said: "Go forward to the penultimate office. Coach Lin should be in there. You go ahead."

"Thank you, Coach Qin."

Lu Yuan politely said goodbye to the man, turned around and walked straight ahead where the man was pointing.

After two or three seconds, the feeling of someone watching from behind gradually disappeared.

I waited until I arrived at the door of the office the man mentioned.

Before knocking on the door, Lu Yuan turned his head and glanced in the direction he came from.

The man's figure had long since disappeared.

Looking carefully, the old photo I just looked at seemed to be missing, and there was an empty space on the wall for no reason.

"What did he do with that photo?"

Lu Yuan was confused.

But I didn’t think about it too much. I’d rather do my own thing first.

He reached out and knocked on the door.

Lin Zhiqin's voice soon came from inside.

"Come in."

Lu Yuan pushed the door open and went in.

I saw a small office.

There was only a desk, a coffee table, and a boxing stake in the corner.

There are some green plants in front of the window, but they are basically wilted and the leaves are yellow. It is probably because they have not been watered for a long time.

Lin Zhiqin was sitting on the sofa in front of the office coffee table and smoking. The ashtray in front of him was filled with cigarette butts.

When Lu Yuan entered the door, he was stubbing out one in his hand.

"Who are you?"

Lin Zhiqin looked at Lu Yuan and frowned.

"Lu Yuan is Coach Lin's student."

Lu Yuan discovered that Lin Zhiqin was indeed unreliable.

After all, he was considered the top student in the class, but Lin Zhiqin had no impression of him at all.

Not to mention the others apparently.

No wonder the classes were becoming more and more perfunctory, and those who signed up for his class were considered unlucky.

If he hadn't had a career panel and worked hard enough, the 10,000 yuan in tuition paid by his father, Lu Xinghua, would have been wasted long ago.

"It's a long way... Oh, I remembered."

Lin Zhiqin had a look of "surprise" on his face, and he didn't know if he really remembered it.

He picked up the cigarette case on the coffee table, took out a cigarette from it and lit it again, asking Lu Yuan: "What do you want from me?"

"I want to apply for a formal disciple assessment, so I came here specifically to ask Coach Lin for your signature."

Lu Yuan said, handing over the application form in his hand.

Lin Zhiqin didn't even look at it, his indifferent eyes looked up and down at Lu Yuan through the slowly spreading cigarette smoke.

"If I remember correctly, you seem to have only been in class for a month?

And there shouldn’t be any foundation before. "

"yes."

Lu Yuan nodded, looked at Lin Zhiqin without hesitation, and said in a serious tone: "But my boxing power has exceeded 100 kilograms now, and I think I have practiced the three basic techniques well."

"Ah......"

Lin Zhiqin couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

"You said your punching strength exceeded 100 kilograms?"

"Yes. Come to the coach and you just took the test downstairs."

"Then hit me."

Lin Zhiqin stood up from behind the coffee table with a cigarette in his hand and a funny look on his face.

He walked up to Lu Yuan and waved to him, "Punch me and let me feel the power of your punch.

Don’t worry, feel free to fight without fear, don’t worry about me..."

"call--"

The sound of fists tearing through the air.

Before Lin Zhiqin could finish a word, Lu Yuan's fist had already hit him hard in the face.

"Coach, be careful."

Lu Yuan's words of reminder were spoken only after he punched.

Underneath the expression of eagerness to try, he was really ruthless.

His father, Lu Xinghua, managed to squeeze out 10,000 yuan to enroll him in classes when his family was in such a difficult situation.

Lin Zhiqin, as a coach, you are either late or leaving early every day, or you don't come at all!

There were ten classes in total, and at least six of them were for us to practice freely!

Beat you?

I'm going to hit you!

"boom!"

A slight muffled sound.

Lu Yuan's fist was firmly pinched by Lin Zhiqin's right hand, but his body also took a small step back.

At this time, the smile on Lin Zhiqin's face had completely disappeared, replaced by a deep sense of astonishment.

He stared blankly at Lu Yuan.

Her eyes looked as if she had only really known him from this moment on.

"Sorry coach, I didn't hurt you."

Lu Yuan gently withdrew his fist from Lin Zhiqin's hand and scratched his head "embarrassingly".

"No, of course not...how could you hurt me."

Lin Zhiqin recovered from his shock.

He muttered a few words.

Suddenly, he threw away the cigarette in his hand and stared at Lu Yuan with bright eyes.

That expression......

It's like accidentally pushing aside a pile of gravel in front of you, only to discover a sparkling diamond underneath!

"quick!

Show me the three basic methods I taught you in class! "

Lin Zhiqin kept urging Lu Yuan in a hurried tone.