Chapter 19: Jundao slaying wolf (1/2)

The people of the Xingyao Federation are martial arts, and the cultivators with superior combat power enjoy the supreme status, and all citizens of the Federation have the greatest honor to embark on the road of cultivation.

Even if you can't become a cultivator, you still like to work hard, sharpen your muscles and bones, sculpt your body shape, and maintain the habit of practicing for life.

Therefore, fitness clubs, training halls, and martial arts schools can be found everywhere in the streets and alleys. The people who practice here are not necessarily vicious martial arts masters, most of which are law-abiding and law-abiding students and office workers.

When Li Yao saw the sign of ”Military Way Killing Wolf Training Hall”, he felt more confident.

He knows that most of the bosses in such places are enthusiastic cultivators. They refine ”counterfeit strengthening potions”, mostly for themselves and the members of the training hall. Making money is not the primary purpose, so they often do not hesitate the cost, and the quality is guaranteed to a certain extent. .

Touching the spider pattern on his face, Li Yao wandered in.

The facade of the training hall is small, but there is a cave inside. In the strength training room of about three to four hundred square meters, a dozen muscular and sweaty brawny men are smashing barbells, steel cables and iron plates. There was a noise, and there was a big man in the corner who was violently pounding a sandbag.

Li Yao swept around and found that the weight of these big guys is not too high, and their faces are more down-to-earth and kind, and they don't feel fierce. They seem to be ordinary office workers. They can't help but breathe a sigh of relief and feel more relieved.

He walked to the corner, ready to ask the brawny man who was punching a sandbag-this man looked the most familiar.

This brawny man happened to lunge close, slammed his back hand, made a heavy fist, blasted his entire body, and smashed the sandbag into the air, hitting Li Yao's face with a ”pop” sound.

The strong man said ”Ah” and said anxiously: ”Are you okay?”

Li Yao shook his head, his nose was a bit sore, his nose twitched twice, and he shook his head and said, ”It's okay, where is Director Zhao?”

…

Behind the strength training room, in a small tea room, a strong man sits on two military-green cushions, two tea mugs are placed between them, and there are bacon, roast chicken, peanuts, etc. ready meal.

The person on the left is about forty or fifty years old. His pitted bald head is tattooed with a wolf head tattoo with a military thorn. His left arm is cut off from the shoulder blade and replaced by a psychic prosthetic limb engraved with thousands of runes.

The person on the right is a young man who seems to be less than thirty years old. He is wearing a very low-key gray military trench coat. He has worn it for many years, and has been washed white and faded.

If Li Yao sees this person, he must be so excited to have a diabetes collapse—this young man is the idol in the hearts of all the students of Chixiao No. 2 Middle School, the upstart in the circle of Floating City cultivators, the foundation-building monk, and the demon sword Peng Hai!

At this moment, Peng Hai did not have the slightest breath of a powerful cultivator. He raised the tea cup and said to the bald tattooed man readily: ”Old instructor, come, for the years of fierce fighting on the monster wasteland, one more drink! ”

The tea jar is obviously the worst Erguotou. Peng Hai, a richly clothed and extravagant monk, seems to have seen the jade syrup and jade liquid. He drank it and slapped his tongue loudly: ”Good wine, **** it. That's what a man should drink!”