Liver Progress from One Breath Decision

Looking at the group of people jumping on the stage, the pavilion owner Yuan Ming shrugged:

It seems that the disciples of my King Kong Martial Arts Hall are still bloody.

Hearing this, Lin Hongfei stopped saying:

Since you insist on doing this, then follow the rules of martial arts battles, and start the battle from the lowest level disciples.

Having said that, he stepped down from the ring, followed by a group of high-level disciples from both sides.

When they got off the ring, they were also watching each other, preparing to leave the lowest status on the ring. Then, Zhong Chao was numb and found that his status was the lowest.

So low that many people don't know him, and so does the owner of the museum.

Looking at Zhong Chao who stayed in the ring, he waved to an old man.

Lu Er, who is that? Who's son?

Master, I don't know either.

After realizing that he didn't know who Zhong Chao was, Lu Er hurriedly asked below, and after asking more than ten times in a row, he realized that Zhong Chao's identity was a named disciple of the bronze medal, and it had not been a month since he was promoted from handyman.

??? Handy disciple?

Knowing Zhong Chao's identity, Yuan Ming was stunned for the first time. Even he did not expect that there would be a bronze medal named disciple fighting to the death for the martial arts hall.

But after being stunned, he burst out laughing.

This time it was a real laugh, not the mockery just now, and said three good words in a row:

Hahaha, the bronze medal disciple who was promoted from the handyman, good boy, good courage... Work hard, no matter whether you win or not, after the battle, you are my Yuan Ming's named disciple!

...

When he got on the ring, he found that except himself, everyone else was silver medal, gold medal and steward, Zhong Chao was completely speechless.

When he saw that he was about to start the first battle, he was even more numb.

The gun hits the first bird and fights in the middle. The top management will not notice him, but at the beginning, it is impressive.

Because of this, Zhong Chao regretted it very rarely, and was ready to fight at will during the battle, so he retreated unobtrusively.

However, before he could act according to his plan, the voice of the museum owner Yuan Ming rang.

That named disciple made Zhong Chao's eyes a little red.

One step to the sky!

This sentence can perfectly describe Zhong Chao's current situation.

Handyman, bronze medal, silver medal, gold medal, this is the promotion path for ordinary disciples of Kongo Wuguan.

Handyman has no time, no freedom, no resources, and is at the bottom of the martial arts hall.

The bronze medal is treated well, but it is only consumables, and it is life-threatening.

Arriving at the silver medal, everything is different. At this time, the disciples not only have their lives safe and sound, but also have the right to leave the martial arts hall freely.

The purpose of Zhong Chao's battle this time is also this, as long as he obtains the status of the silver medal, he will be free.

This is still a silver medal, reaching the gold medal is already considered a person with a face and face. Previously, when the King Kong Martial Arts Hall still had prestige, the gold medal disciples would be scrambled by the government, gangsters, and rich people—although they competed to be guards.

And the hall master's named disciples are above the gold medals.

Obviously, Zhong Chao couldn't be promoted to this level anyway, but when he went out to return, he found that almost all the disciples were rebelling. No matter what the pavilion's owner Yuan Ming looked like, his heart was still a little sad.

Under such circumstances, Zhong Chao, a handyman, was willing to die for him, so excited, he made a promise.

Zhong Chao, on the other hand, has considered whether he wants to do his best.

If it goes on mediocrely, the owner of the museum will accept me as a disciple even for the sake of face, but that's all... The excitement will eventually cool down, and when the enthusiasm drops, I have nothing but the name of the named disciple. already.

Going all out, if I perform well, this named disciple may be real...

Only, in this way, I will inevitably enter the sight of the big man,

The owner of the museum, Yuan Ming, may not be able to win. Once he loses, I, as the first bird, will also be implicated.

The latter is what Zhong Chao is worried about.

But, soon, he shook his head and smiled bitterly.

I can't keep a low profile anymore... Even if it's a named disciple, I'm bound to the pavilion owner and merged into the eyes of the higher-ups.

Thinking like this, Zhong Chao let go of everything.

'Since there is no way out, let's do it! ’

Zhong Chao, the bronze medal disciple of the King Kong Martial Arts Hall, please fight! Although I am weak, the King Kong Martial Arts Hall cannot be humiliated!

Now that he has decided to stand completely on the side of King Kong Wuguan, Zhong Chao doesn't mind giving himself extra points with words.

This effect is not bad.

When I first heard the promise of Yuan Ming, the owner of the museum, most of the people who were watching, whether it was the King Kong Wuguan or the Qingyu Sword Museum, were shocked and jealous!

Named disciple!

Fuck, you bastard who got shit.

A handyman has become a named disciple, how can he be worthy!

Everyone thinks that Zhong Chaode is not suitable, and he definitely has shit luck, but Zhong Chao's righteous and awe-inspiring words made some people with good hearts reflect.

Alas, it is not only luck, but also courage and loyalty that he can become a named disciple.

If only I had stood up at the time.

Not only the bottom, but even Senior Brother Six and Lin Hongfei, looking at Zhong Chao, were full of admiration.

High-ranking people, who doesn't like people who swear allegiance to the death?

Even, in the eyes of some people, loyalty is more important than ability.

Because of the admiration, Lin Hongfei didn't specifically embarrass him.

Jingxiong, come on, give him a decent defeat... Zhong Chao, if you can't stay in the King Kong Wuguan, you can come to my Qingyu Sword Museum.

In response to this invitation, Zhong Chao did not reply, but just took out a handful of polished stones from his pocket, clenched his right hand into a fist, and placed a rounded stone in front of his thumb.

While Zhong Chao was preparing, the opposite Jing Xiong came to power, and in his eyes... full of jealousy.

Not everyone can reflect on themselves. There are more mortals in the world. Some people are even more uncomfortable when they see others making money than they lose money themselves.

Jing Xiong is one of them, and he was born in a wealthy family, and he looked down on servants very much.

What angered him even more was that the self-proclaimed noble he had not yet become a registered disciple of the museum owner and was in the process of being assessed, while Zhong Chao was already one step ahead.

A mud leg climbed up on his head, and his status was higher than himself, which made Jingxiong feel a sense of humiliation that he was offended.

'Mud legs should be given to me to shave food in the ground, if you want to turn over and hit my head, you are not worthy! ’

The jealousy in his heart made him prepare to abolish Zhong Chao.

At the same time, his disdain for the handyman disciple made him reluctant to even talk to Zhong Chao.

Seeing this, Zhong Chao won't make fun of himself.

breathe……

Buzz!

As he inhaled into his abdomen and visualized it, in an instant, the steam turbine was activated, and the high-heat steam spread to his whole body, driving his blood to flow rapidly, greatly increasing his physical strength.

At the same time, the characteristic of finger-flicking skill: the power-charged blow was also activated by Zhong Chao.

At the moment when this feature was turned on, Zhong Chao felt that the power of the whole body was transmitted to the palm of his right hand through his muscles and bones. At the same time, a part of the high-heat steam was also attracted and converged towards his right hand.

Because the steam was concentrated in one place, his palms swelled and doubled in size.

——During this process, the golden clothes of the Chunyang golden bell hood and the Qi of Yuanyang played a role in solidifying the foundation.

Without these two exercises, the high-heat steam condensed and could directly smash his palms to pieces, but now, although his palms were filled with great pain, they did not crack.

And being able to bear it also means that Zhong Chao has control of this power.

‘Gathering is complete! ’