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Chapter 397: Night Hanging up the Freedom Banner

"Du Pili, you came to watch the fun as well. Aren't you looking for some advice from an expert?"

Qin Lie looked back and saw that it was an acquaintance, Yang Kuoqiong, who was also a martial artist from another place.

Yang Kuoqiong, like him, is a martial artist who has passed the seven levels of martial arts. He is qualified but cannot find a way to open a martial arts school.

There are too many bottlenecks, including venue, funding and student sources, all of which are barriers.

Those local martial arts schools have been in business for a long time, ranging from decades to hundreds of years, and have long been deeply rooted. People generally respect their styles of boxing and do not approve of foreign methods.

No matter how good they are at fighting, once they get off the stage, they can’t open up the market with their bare hands, so they can only throw up their hands, helpless!

Qin Lie said unhappily, "Aren't you here too?"

"I have to say, Zhou You's actions are very satisfying. I wish I could go to his house and challenge him earlier so I don't have to be made a fool of by him!"

Qin Lie said fiercely, "What a bullshit master, he is just a white glove, deliberately deceiving me to make wedding clothes for others and seize my property."

Thinking of this, he was so angry that he wanted to beat the pretentious liar to death.

Yang Kuoqiong shook his head and sighed, "After today, I plan to challenge the master too."

"Oh, aren't you afraid of the sect behind them?"

Hearing Qin Lie's question, Yang Kuoqiong said proudly, "So what if it's a sect? The powerful ones are the strong ones, not the mediocre ones like them who bear the name of a sect."

"Going back many generations, our ancestors were also very powerful."

This is true. The boxing skills that have been passed down from ancient times to the present day have more or less powerful ancestors, who may even be powerful martial artists, masters, or even martial arts saints.

"Haha, that's exactly what I want. Yang Kuoqiong, let's discuss it first. Let's go to the arena separately and stop banging on the door."

Qin Lie and Yang Kuoqiong were discussing when they heard several voices, "Okay, let's join in the fun."

Looking back, they were all martial artists from other places in the city.

Zhou You didn't know yet that he was about to become a pioneer in leading the trends.

He looked at the camp of Xiaolin Martial Arts School, and the only thing he cared about was who would be the next opponent?

The surroundings were becoming increasingly lively. Zhou You had won two games in a row, and his chances of successfully challenging the martial arts gym were very high. Many onlookers thought that they were about to witness a long-established martial arts gym changing its owner.

Xiaolin Martial Arts School is a time-honored brand. Ever since Bu Xiaolin came down from Dayin Mountain and opened a martial arts school in the provincial capital 80 years ago, it has been standing till now and has trained dozens of martial artists.

"It's getting late, come back tomorrow!"

No one expected this response to come from Xiaolin Martial Arts School.

There was a burst of boos all around. After losing two games, he actually gave up the fight. This was too humiliating.

Why doesn’t Bu Xiaolin play? Is it because he can’t afford to lose?

Don’t play if you can’t afford to lose!
"My master said that he has good eyesight and is full of energy. He can work late into the night without fear of darkness."

Qi Qingdi's voice, with a slightly childish tone, undoubtedly added fuel to the already excited crowd.

That’s right, they didn’t even mind the dark when they came to challenge you. You have the home advantage, so why did you back off first?
Can't stand it?
Bu Xiaolin panted heavily, "Get out of the way. My face has been thrown to the ground and stepped on. Look at those people around. They think my Xiaolin Martial Arts School is a turtle shell."

"Don't be impulsive, use your brain."

Ruihu Tian Boduan advised, "What if I wait for one night?"

Feng Bugui, the fierce tiger, slapped his chest and said, "Old Bu, we share honor and disgrace. No one else can take care of this matter, but I will!"

"Okay, okay, I'll wait for this night."

Bu Xiaolin roared, "Move the weapons to the door. I'm going to use them later."

Ruihu sent the loud ones to engage in verbal battles, in short, to delay time, and there would definitely not be any physical action today.

However, Zhou Youye and his group showed no intention of moving and remained where they were.

"I can wait for a whole night." Zhou You stood there with his arms folded. Qi Qingdi, Zuo Shier and others around him also stayed.

A voice came from the crowd, "Master Zhou, don't be fooled, go back and rest first!"

"They close the door, have food and drink, and sleep well to rest in anticipation of work, but you are out in the cold on the street, starving."

"For those of us who practice martial arts, we need to eat and sleep enough to maintain our energy."

The one who persuaded was one of the foreign martial artists, and his words aroused a lot of approval.

That’s right, martial artists consume a lot of energy, especially to maintain their strength and blood circulation, and the amount of food they consume is like a mountain.

If Zhou You doesn't go home to eat and sleep, it will be difficult to replenish today's energy consumption, and he may not perform well the next day.

Could this be the strategy of Xiaolin Martial Arts School?

"no need!"

Zhou You shook his head. Rather than eating and resting, he cared more about the momentum accumulated from two consecutive wins.

Challenge others to a challenge is not like playing a TV series where you can take breaks and insert commercials. You must move forward with unstoppable force.

One night is enough for many unexpected changes to happen.

So he refused to leave and remained nailed to the door of Xiaolin Martial Arts School.

He didn't leave, and neither did the people around him. Time passed and it gradually became evening.

Smoke from cooking fires was rising all around, and the smell of cooking oil and aroma came from every household. It was time for dinner.

"Master, I'll get you something to eat."

Qi Qingdi was about to turn around and leave when suddenly several martial artists came towards him, carrying golden roasted beef legs, stewed fat lamb, a basket of steamed chickens and ducks, and mountains of fruit and vegetable staples.

"Master Zhou, don't bother me. We will treat you to a meal today."

Leading the group were Qin Lie and other martial artists from other places. They had decided to challenge the local martial arts school and no longer wanted to maintain superficial harmony with it.

Seeing this, Zuo Twelve whispered a warning, "Be careful, there might be a scam."

He was a thoughtful person and had already considered countless possibilities, including the possibility that his opponent would take advantage of the opportunity to poison him.

Without waiting for him to politely refuse, Qin Lie and the others tore open the meat, chewed and swallowed it themselves to show that they were upright.

"Thank you, Masters. I haven't asked you yet..."

"The lone thunderbolt Qin Lie..."

"Exquisite flying bird Yang Kuoqiong..."

Everyone bowed and greeted Zhou You one by one, telling him their names.

These are the best martial artists from other places. They are stuck in opening a martial arts school and share a lot of sympathy with Zhou You.

People from all over the world gathered here, including Sucheng, Zunyangcheng, and other well-preserved cities...

Not only those who are fleeing come to the provincial capital. Many martial artists also choose to go to the provincial capital to fight and make a name for themselves in order to develop their own styles of boxing.

Although the second-rate martial artists have opened martial arts schools, the top ones have already been accepted as disciples by aristocratic families, but there are also many outstanding elites among the remaining martial artists.

"Master Zhou, I wish you success in your challenge!"

Qin Lie laughed loudly and said, "It's such a joyous occasion, but it's a pity that we can't drink. You have to challenge the master tomorrow, and drinking will hinder your work. We are only treating you to a meal. As for drinking, we have to wait until you win a great victory to celebrate your success."

"Okay, everyone, listen carefully. You guys buy the meals, but I have to buy the drinks. Don't compete with me for the drinks."

For a moment, laughter broke out, full of passion.

The expressions of the people at Xiaolin Martial Arts School were not very good!

(End of this chapter)