"Chongshanzhang and supporting medicines."
"Master, how much medicine do you need?"
"Just enough medicine for me to reach the peak of seventh level."
In front of the medicine cabinet, Lu Ming spoke to the gangster in charge of the medicine cabinet.
The guy looked embarrassed.
This made Lu Ming raise his eyebrows: "What? Is what I said difficult to do?"
Difficult, actually not difficult.
Although medicines are valuable, in most cases, power trumps money.
With Lu Ming's identity, it was definitely not a big deal for him to take this batch of drugs - but that was before Lu Yao died.
After weighing the left and right, the clerk gritted his teeth and took out the relevant medicines from the medicine cabinet.
Bottles and cans were piled all over the counter.
After counting and checking one by one, Lu Ming took away the medicines and spoke again.
"Seventh level martial arts, Iron Clothes Kung Fu, and related medicines. They should also be enough for me to reach the peak of seventh level."
Iron Clothes Kung Fu is a body-building exercise. If the effect of Heavy Mountain Palm is concentrated on tempering the hands, then Iron Clothes Kung Fu can temper the whole body.
Its body-building effect is far greater than that of Heavy Mountain Palm, but it also means a large amount of medicine, a large intake of toxins, and a slow progress.
The guy opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say that your Heavy Mountain Palm is enough, what else do you need the Iron Clothes Skill?
You seem to be here to entertain me.
But when he met Lu Ming's serious eyes, he glanced at Uncle Ying who was standing next to Lu Ming. After a while, he nodded and said, "Okay."
This line of writing can be said with gritted teeth, as if Lu Ming is grabbing his cultivation medicine...
Lu Ming didn't want to argue too much with a young boy, so he spoke again.
"Seven levels of martial arts, three transformations of Yunlong, and related medicines."
Yunlong's Three Transformations, Leg Kung Fu, and Body Building Kung Fu.
The body tempering effect is concentrated on the legs, and the difficulty and consumption of training are roughly equivalent to the Heavy Mountain Palm.
The Heavy Mountain Palm, Iron Clothes Technique, and the Three Transformations of Yunlong are the only three seventh-grade martial arts in the Martial Arts Pavilion, and they are all body-building techniques.
The boy didn't say anything this time, and simply took out the medicine from under the counter.
It wasn't until Lu Ming finished counting that everything was correct that he placed several handwritten secret books on the counter.
"Seven-star plum-breaking hand, eighth-level martial arts."
"There is also this copy of Yunguang Flash Fencing, which is also an eighth-level martial arts. I want to take these two secret books with me as well."
These two skills are not body-building martial arts, but fighting martial arts. Lu Ming took them in order to expand his arsenal and add more skills to choose from in the mini-game.
At the same time, these two martial arts are also the only two eighth-level fighting techniques in the Martial Arts Pavilion.
The clerk nodded speechlessly, took out a book and recorded it, and then waved to Lu Ming.
"Okay, Master, just take your things away."
But looking at his eyes, there was one part pain and two parts anger.
After all, the things Lu Ming took away, converted into tribute, are an astronomical amount that ordinary gangsters cannot accumulate in a lifetime!
"Isn't it just that you have a good father?"
A faint grumble came from the waiter's mouth, causing Uncle Ying to frown, but Lu Ming didn't take the complaint to heart.
However, just as he was packing his things and preparing to leave the Martial Arts Pavilion, a familiar "playmate" blocked Lu Ming's way again.
It's Lu Ting...
Or Lu Ting!
This idiot was waving a fan and just blocked the entrance of the Martial Arts Pavilion. With a fake smile on his face, he glanced at Lu Ming and the package in Lu Ming's hand, hit his left hand hard with the fan, and said "Pop" sound.
"Yes, doesn't our Mr. Lu have a good father?"
Then he walked up to Lu Ming and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "But your good father is dead."
Lu Ming's eyes darkened instantly.
…
Lu Ting, however, did not notice the change in Lu Ming's eyes.
He was beating his fan and circling back and forth around Lu Ming. While circling, he looked at the package in Lu Ming's hand maliciously.
And soon, a master from Dizitang next to him found out from the waiter what Lu Ming had taken.
He leaned close to Lu Ting and whispered in Lu Ting's ear, and Lu Ting immediately laughed loudly.
"Chongshan Palm? Iron Clothes Kung Fu? Three Transformations of Yunlong?"
"Good guy, Lu Ming, you have quite a few things."
"So I'm curious, what contribution did you, Lu Ming, make to the Sanxiang Gang? It makes you come to the Martial Arts Pavilion as if you were going back to your own home. You take whatever you like, and whatever is good for you?"
"Are you worthy?"
Lu Ting deliberately said these words loudly.
Originally, the two second-generation ancestors of Lu Ming and Lu Ting were eye-catching enough. Now that Lu Ting spoke loudly, it attracted a lot of people to watch.
As more and more people gathered together, Lu Ting seemed to have the illusion that "I am the focus."
This made him high-spirited, and made him as arrogant as a big rooster rushing to the battlefield!
"You do not deserve!"
"You don't deserve it!"
"What qualifications do you have, Lu Ming? I gave you seventh-grade martial arts and supporting medicines. Isn't this just flowers stuck in cow dung!?"
"I even feel that even if you are not good at martial arts, I am afraid that the medicine may enter your body and damage your already weak brain. If you ask me, don't take this medicine, give it to me."
After saying that, Lu Ting reached out to grab it. While reaching out, he said earnestly: "Brother, I am doing this for your own good."
The slender little hands grabbed the brocade parcel.
However, the package seemed to be welded to Lu Ming's hands, and it remained motionless no matter how hard Lu Ting tried.
Lu Ting couldn't help but be stunned. Before he could think about it, he saw Lu Ming slowly turning his head, a pair of vaguely red eyes staring at him without blinking.
My heart couldn't help but tremble when I heard Lu Ming say: "You said I'm not worthy, but you are?"
As soon as these words came out of his mouth, Lu Ting became energetic...
"I'm definitely better than you!"
According to the process, what follows is an infinite cycle of "you are not worthy, I am worthy" and "I am worthy, but you are not worthy" - the dispute between two second-generation ancestors generally follows this process.
Until there was a "pop".
The canine fangs spurted out blood.
The severe pain on his face made Lu Ting's mind go blank.
…
In fact, many people have imagined that the dispute between the two second-generation ancestors will eventually turn into a full-scale martial arts.
But in everyone's imagination, the standard of this full-scale martial arts competition was limited to the extent of throwing fists at each other, being pulled apart, and then spitting at each other.
Lu Ming's movements were too explosive and too fast.
Only a few high-level warriors can see Lu Ming's movements clearly.
——Raise your hand, pull your arm, spread your fingers, and protrude the base of your phalanges.
Lu Ming rounded his arms and slapped him! The violent force even brought the sound of howling wind in the air.
And when the palm of his hand hit Lu Ting's cheek, everything came to an end.
Lu Ting's pretty face changed its shape visibly to the naked eye, with layers of fleshy ripples rippling like ocean tides. A faint cracking sound came from his face, as if Lu Ming's slap had shattered the bridge of his nose.
More red and white ones sputtered out of the mouth.
With a "boom", Lu Ting fell to the ground, snoring like a baby.
But this is not the end...
Under the astonished gazes of everyone present, Lu Ming stepped out with lightning speed, hitting Lu Ting's leg bone.
Along with the harsh "click" sound, Lu Ting screamed suddenly, but was woken up by the severe pain.
When he just opened his eyes, what he saw was a pair of eyes oozing with blood.
"Now, are you still worthy?"
