Chapter 150 The Temptation of Cultists

After becoming an awakened person, the vitality increases, which brings about the growth of all aspects of attributes.

Su Heng's memory is very good. Although he has not yet reached the level of photographic memory, as long as he sees and hears something, it will always leave some image in his brain.

This voice...he must have heard it before.

But for a moment, I couldn't remember who it was.

but.

As the door of the room was pushed open, sunlight poured in from the outside to the feet, and two figures were dragged on the ground for a long time.

"It's actually you." Su Heng's brows suddenly relaxed.

Two people in front of me.

The one on the left is about 1.8 meters tall and has freckles on his face. Because he is in the process of changing his voice, his voice is slightly shrill, like a drake.

The other one had a round figure, and his short legs swayed as he walked, as if he was overwhelmed.

The fat on his face is almost squeezing his eyes into slits. The child was about sixteen or seventeen years old. He was wearing a thin black T-shirt with a huge robot pattern printed on his chest.

This was one of the four middle school students Su Heng met that night at the Second Affiliated Hospital.

"I remember your name was Chang..."

"Chang Zilin!"

The little fat man's eyes widened, his whole body trembled with excitement, and he said hurriedly, "Boss, we met that night."

"Yeah, that's right."

It's rare for someone to come to the martial arts gym. Regardless of whether he can do it or not, Su Heng is in a good mood, "It can be regarded as fate."

"In this martial arts hall, are you..." The little fat man was so excited that he couldn't speak.

After returning from the hospital that day, what happened in the hospital lingered in the little fat man's mind like a nightmare.

After all, he was just a sixteen or seventeen-year-old student. It was normal for him to have some psychological shadow when he suddenly saw such an incredible and strange phenomenon.

But this little fat guy is different.

After that, he became crazy about learning martial arts. In more than a month, I visited more than a dozen famous martial arts schools in Qingcheng, but after a few classes, I felt unsatisfied.

after all.

He has seen real Kungfu.

Most of what is taught in those martial arts schools are just tricks to deceive people, and they are only superficial. Naturally, this little fat man looks down on them.

It’s just...I didn’t expect it!

did not expect!

"Bang!"

In the excitement, the little fat man seemed to have lost his mind. He suddenly knelt down and hugged Su Heng's thigh firmly, "Brother! I want to worship you as my teacher!"

Next to him, the tall and thin boy seemed to have seen a ghost.

Looking down at his companion who was kneeling on the ground, some knew that this guy was seeking a disciple, but some didn't know that he thought he had found his long-lost brother.

When he was confused.

The little fat man tugged at the corner of the tall boy's clothes and said nervously, "Qi Cheng, why are you still standing there!"

"I…"

Under the herd mentality.

The tall boy chose to believe in his good friend, and he quickly lowered his head and said, "I also want to become your teacher!"

"If you want to become your master, that's easy."

Su Heng silently took a step back, pulled his thigh out of the little fat man's arms, and pointed at a sign in the corner.

The little fat man and his companions immediately looked in the direction of Su Heng's finger.

Where.

There is a piece of handwritten paper stuck crookedly on the wooden board, and it is clearly written in black pen: Enrollment - martial arts disciple, registration fee is one thousand, material rental fee is one thousand and five thousand, and tuition fee is five thousand per month.

"..." I saw the lines of big characters above.

Qi Cheng's dream suddenly shattered. He had just seen Su Heng's extraordinary temperament and well-developed muscles that could not be concealed by loose clothes.

He thought.

I have met some kind of master from outside the world.

As a result, when I put this big wooden sign in front of me, I always felt that something was wrong there.

A monthly tuition of five thousand yuan is not a small amount for these students. Qi Cheng's family is fairly well off, but he still feels hesitant when looking at the numbers above.

However.

The little fat man didn't think about it at all. He immediately took out the communicator from his trouser pocket and rushed to transfer money to Su Heng.

In fact, his family background can only be said to be average.

But since I was a child, I still saved some New Year's money. In addition, after that incident, my family also contributed some money to buy a few months of courses, which was not impossible.

The price Su Heng offered was not high and was considered quite satisfactory in the market.

"You'd better discuss this matter with your family."

Think about it.

Su Heng still did not accept the transfer from the little fat man. After all, it was not a small amount. If it caused misunderstanding among parents, it would be troublesome.

"You guys can come back tomorrow. This place will open at eight o'clock tomorrow morning on time."

…

On the second day.

Early in the morning.

Fatty Chang Zilin and Qi Cheng were already waiting outside the door.

"How about it? Have you thought about it?"

Bang!

Su Heng pushed open the door.

Let the two people come in from outside, pour them a cup of hot water, and ask them how they discussed with their families last night.

"no problem!"

The little fat man reached out to take the water glass and nodded excitedly.

Qi Cheng didn't say anything, just nodded vigorously along with the little fat man.

I don't know what the little fat man said to him after he went back last night. This guy looked at Su Heng with undisguised admiration and enthusiasm.

"Well, since you have decided to learn from me, I have to explain these rules to you in advance."

Let’s get down to business.

Su Heng's expression became serious, "First of all, what I give you. It must not be spread outside without my permission!"

Extraordinary martial arts.

Without the accompanying medicinal powder and internal strength, it is impossible to practice successfully.

Su Heng was actually not worried about these people teaching the skills to others, but since he had become a disciple, the rules still had to be established and made clear.

"yes!"

Qi Cheng and Chang Zilin both sat upright and listened attentively.

"Also, I cannot guarantee that you will be able to learn it. Moreover, if you need to purchase necessary medicinal materials, you will have to bear the cost."

Most of the regulations are things that have been agreed upon in many martial arts schools.

The little fat man and Qi Cheng listened without any resistance.

After explaining all the rules, the two paid money and served tea. After a simple apprenticeship ceremony, Qi Cheng and the little fat boy Chang Zilin were considered the first two official students of Longlin Martial Arts School.

After saying that.

Su Heng nodded and glanced gently at Qi Cheng in front of him.

"Since you have decided to worship me as your teacher, before officially starting training, I need to show you the true power of the Dragon Scale Iron Cloth Shirt!"

Su Heng stood up, gently rolled up his sleeves, and demonstrated the shape of his arms to the two people in front of him.

"Now, see clearly!"

"Hey, isn't the iron cloth shirt a hard skill for defense?"

Qi Cheng asked subconsciously out of curiosity.

The result, the next moment!

Suddenly, the blood vessels in Su Heng's arms bulged and the muscles expanded rapidly. In just a short moment, his arms became much thicker than normal.

What's even more frightening is that there are dark red lines like dragon scales on the surface of the skin.

puff! ! !

Su Heng slapped his hand to the side, and his entire arm fell into the wooden puppet used in practice.

Click!

It was like piercing a block of tofu with a sharp knife, without any obstruction from the palm of the hand, it penetrated deep into the puppet.

Then, in the shocked eyes of the two people. Su Heng trembled lightly, and pulled out his arm again like a sharp knife, instantly piercing into the stone pillar on the other side.

Chi!

The stone pillar was penetrated again without any hindrance.

"oh!!!"

The eyes of the two people suddenly opened wide, with stunned expressions on their faces.

This little fat guy Chang Zilin is okay.

After all, in the hospital that day, he had seen the scene when Su Heng took action with all his strength.

But Qi Cheng was different. He had always been an ordinary middle school student and had never even gone out of the school gate. Now when he suddenly saw such an impactful scene, he was stunned. He screamed uncontrollably and even stretched out his hand. He went up and touched the puppets and stone pillars that left clear palm prints.

Bang! Bang!

A strong and powerful feedback came from the stone pillars. There is no doubt that this is a real cement material, not a prop used for performances.

"Are you ready now?"

Su Heng asked.

His teaching time is much shorter than that of a normal martial arts school, and they will have to rely on themselves to practice most of the time in the future.

These things.

This was already mentioned when paying the money.

At the beginning, Qi Cheng was a little unhappy, but after seeing the performance just now, he can't wait to try it now.

"Ready!"

Qi Cheng and the little fat man spoke loudly.

"Teacher Su, we are ready and can start at any time. Do you need to take off your clothes?" The little fat man blinked and asked quickly.

"No need, just stand here."

Su Heng stood up slowly and walked to him.

The little fat man quickly held his breath and concentrated, and stood upright in front of Su Heng.

puff!

Su Heng flicked his index finger and tapped the little fat man three times.

Because the sound was too fast, the three sounds seemed to be stacked together, leaving only one sound.

Before the little fat man could react, he felt a sore and painful feeling in his chest, quickly spreading to his limbs.

He opened his mouth and wanted to scream. But his muscles were twitching violently, causing him to collapse to the ground. A large amount of sweat seeped out of his pores, and his plump lips even had white foam.

It lasted five minutes.

The little fat man was lying on the ground, sweat had formed a small puddle under him.

The beady eyes turned white, and he looked helpless.

"Good brother, you feel like you are being fucked by a hundred people now..." Qi Cheng looked at his little friend's appearance. Instead of being afraid, Qi Cheng laughed and joked in his own cocky voice.

"Now, it's your turn!"

Su Heng wiped his hands with the wet towel prepared nearby, glanced at the squirming little fat man lying on the floor, and then looked at Qi Cheng beside him.

Fortunately, he clicked on the acupuncture points with the softest effects.

Otherwise, if he had used a little more force just now, the little fat man might have become incontinent right here.

Next.

The same action was performed on Qi Cheng.

They are the same age, but Qi Cheng's physical fitness is much better than that of the little fat man. At least, Qi Cheng can still scream before he collapses to the ground and twitches.

"This is a technique I got from an ancient book left over from the golden age. This technique can open up your body's limitations, stimulate acupuncture points, and achieve the purpose of exercising muscles."

"After you recover, there are barbells there. You can try it and see if your strength has increased a lot."

The two got up from the ground.

He rested slowly on the chair for a while, waiting for his body to recover.

Come to the martial arts hall and find the corner where the equipment is stacked.

They easily lifted hundreds of kilograms of barbells with both hands. Although it was not an exaggeration, it was quite good for two middle school students to be able to do this.

…

Time passes slowly.

Outside the gate of Longlin Martial Arts Hall.

A black car suddenly stopped after leaving two long black brake marks on the ground.

In the car.

The person in charge of driving was a middle-aged man with a broad build and a kind face. The other one is a man in black with a strong upper body, bulging muscles and a gloomy and ruthless face.

"Brother Wang, you must make the decision for us!"

As soon as the black car stopped, the fat man in the driver's seat began to speak with tears in his eyes.

"This Dragon Scale Martial Arts School was originally founded by a few of our senior brothers. It took a lot of effort to gain a foothold in Qingcheng. Now that Xia Long is dead...his daughter actually handed over this martial arts gym to an outsider!"

This fat man was the uncle who came with Long Jiuzhou to rob the martial arts hall. His name was Zhao Shi.

He didn't know the news about Long Jiuzhou's death yet, but after finding out that Xia Lin had left Qingcheng, his thoughts began to wander again.

There's nothing you can do about it if it's not general.

Among their fellow apprentices, Xia Long was the only one who had some skills. He opened a martial arts school in Qingcheng and would usually arrange some jobs for them to support their lives.

Now, after the old museum owner passed away.

The fat man suddenly had no source of income. In addition, he had too many debts due to his previous debauchery. He had no choice but to focus his attention on this martial arts gym.

In Qingcheng, the underground gangs are extremely fierce.

He has been issued a death notice. If he cannot raise enough money within the stipulated time, he will really die miserably.

Coincidentally, at this time, a mysterious person contacted him and wanted to seek a martial arts school and extraordinary martial arts.

The two hit it off immediately.

He immediately got out of the car and walked towards the martial arts gym.

And in the martial arts hall.

Su Heng had already taught Chang Zilin and Qi Cheng the basic training methods of Dragon Scale Iron Clothes.

The external skill of Dragon Scale Iron Cloth Shirt is actually not subtle. It means holding your breath and resisting the blows, mostly relying on persistent water-grinding skills.

How far can one practice this skill?

Mainly, it depends on personal talent, and secondly, willpower.

Su Heng sat on the chair and crossed his legs, squinting his eyes to rest. In fact, most of his energy had already been concentrated on the third template.

at this time.

Bang!

The door of the martial arts hall was violently pushed open.

The muscular man in black entered the martial arts gym. After looking around, he strode towards Su Heng.

Reach out and make a fist.

boom!

Amidst the sound of bones exploding, his right arm suddenly expanded several times, and he punched Su Heng in the middle of his eyebrows with a heavy punch.