When Liu Xiang arrived at Zhao Guangming's house, he rang the doorbell for a long time and no one answered.

I looked up and saw that the window of Zhao Guangming's bedroom on the second floor was open. I guessed that Zhao Guangming was sleeping in. He jumped to the balcony on the second floor and climbed along the wall to the window sill of Zhao Guangming's bedroom.

Sure enough, Zhao Guangming was fast asleep on the bed.

Liu Xiang tightened his stomach and got sideways into the window. His stomach was a little in the way and he almost got stuck on the window.

Zhao Guangming slept so soundly that Liu Xiang jumped in and made such a big noise that he didn't wake him up.

"Get up and pee!" Liu Xiang walked to the bed and patted him.

Zhao Guangming moved for a moment without opening his eyes, and muttered: "Mom, let me sleep for a while."

Liu Xiang almost died laughing and kicked Zhao Guangming on the butt.

Zhao Guangming, who was attacked on the buttocks, was so frightened that he jumped up from the bed and stared at Liu Xiang for a long time before he recovered.

"Damn! How did you get in?" Zhao Guangming jumped out of bed and asked. He usually locked the door when sleeping.

"Jump out of the window! Haha."

"Why don't you go through the door? Leaning against the window and door is not a good person!!"

"I've been ringing the doorbell for a long time, but you were asleep like a dead pig and couldn't hear it."

"I don't know which one of us is more like a pig!" Zhao Guangming patted Liu Xiang's belly and laughed.

Liu Xiang slapped Zhao Guangming's hand away and asked, "Where's Uncle Zhao? It's not like his style to go to the company so early."

"If my father could go to work so early, I would take my mother's surname immediately. I won't even get up."

After saying that, he led Liu Xiang straight to the master bedroom. When he arrived at the master bedroom, he didn't knock on the door. He just opened the door and jumped in, screaming indiscriminately.

Zhao Ze looked helplessly at his son who looked like a monkey on a vaulting horse. He really wanted to beat him while his mother was away, but he could only control his itchy hands when he saw Liu Xiang looking outside the door.

The Zhao family's father and son got up, washed themselves up, and sat on the sofa chatting with Liu Xiang.

"Fat man, why are you here so early?" Zhao Guangming asked, stretching.

"I'm here to see Uncle Zhao today. I would like to ask Uncle Zhao for guidance on actual combat. You have also experienced the battles a few days ago. We basically don't know how to fight. It's like practicing the Thunderbolt Boxing for two months in vain." Liu Xiang said to

The two of them said.

After hearing this, Zhao Guangming nodded in agreement. Liu Xiang was relatively good at least and he could at least land one blow. He had also been practicing Thunderbolt Boxing for half a month, but at that time he was just being beaten. Let alone Thunderbolt Boxer, he didn't even deliver a damn bastard punch.

go out.

Liu Xiang and Zhao Guangming looked at Zhao Ze together.

After hearing this, Zhao Ze couldn't help but show a hint of embarrassment on his face.

Although Zhao Ze looked at his tall and muscular body with anger, he was a senior warrior and had opened a security company, but he really had never been in actual combat. Let's put it this way, except for being jealous and having sex with others a few times when he was in school.

Fighting, he has never made a move with anyone since he entered society.

Who says you have to be proficient in practical operations to open a security company? Look, there are some big bosses who have to hand out flyers themselves.

Seeing the two children looking at him expectantly, not willing to be embarrassed in front of the children, he suddenly thought of his old friend Zhang Yao, so he said to them disdainfully:

"How can I teach you two brats in person? How can I have time to accompany you when there are hundreds of thousands of people a minute? Daming, take Liu Xiang to the Martial Arts Association to find your Uncle Zhang. I'll call him later.

You sign up for a class with a silver medal coach."

"Silver coach? Isn't it too late for the two of us who are so talented to find a silver coach? Why don't we get a diamond or master coach?" Zhao Guangming was not happy when he heard about the silver medal. I, Emperor Pesticide

We are almost on the diamond, who will be eliminated from the silver medal?

"What the hell are diamonds? Master's. Have you played too many games? The highest level in the Martial Arts Association is the gold medal coach. Don't underestimate the silver medal coaches of the Martial Arts Association. Our Liaocheng Martial Arts Association only has 3 silver medal coaches and not a single gold medal."

.Only martial arts associations in first-tier cities are qualified to hire gold medal coaches."

"Silver-level coaches are at least senior warriors, and they are either veterans who have been on the battlefield or retired elites from the special reconnaissance department. Isn't it just fun to teach you two young warriors?"

"Dad, just lie! You want to say that the Special Investigation Section is not bad, and you have recruited veterans who have been on the battlefield. The world has not fought for many years, how can there be any battlefields after the plane war?" Zhao Guangming felt as soon as he heard this.

Something is wrong, this has been peaceful for almost 100 years, where is the battlefield?

"You know shit!" Zhao Ze cursed, then wanted to say something but held back.

After hearing this, Liu Xiang felt something in his heart and asked Zhao Ze in a low voice: "Uncle, are you talking about the plane gate?"

"Do you know?" Zhao Ze asked doubtfully.

You know, let alone ordinary people, even most warriors in society don't know about the plane gate. Zhao Ze only heard about it through his father-in-law.

"Yeah. I used to practice with senior Han Jingxue and listened to what she said."

"The pride of Liaocheng? Well, it makes sense if it's her." Zhao's father raised his eyebrows and nodded.

"What are you talking about? What kind of plane gate? Wasn't the plane gate closed a hundred years ago?" Zhao Guangming listened confused and asked hurriedly.

Liu Xiang looked at Zhao Ze and saw Zhao Ze nodding, so he told Zhao Guangming what he heard from Han Jingxue.

"Since the door to the plane is not closed, why not make it public and use the power of all mankind to protect the world?" Zhao Guangming asked in confusion after hearing this.

"At first, I was afraid of causing panic and causing riots. Later, I established a foothold outside the plane. I felt that the real power to protect the world must rely on warriors, so I would not tell ordinary people."

"And not all warriors can know the truth. Even if ordinary warriors in society know the truth from others, they dare not go outside the gate of the plane, such as me."

"I didn't like to practice when I was in school. I had a level 7 talent, but I didn't advance to become a martial artist until I was about to graduate from college. When I was a junior in college, there were many classmates in the class who practiced hard and had perseverance. Suddenly one day they all left the school. I heard

People said they joined the army. It wasn't until I heard about the outside world from Guangming's grandfather that I realized that they should have gone to the battlefield outside. Although I knew the truth, I didn't dare to go outside the plane." Zhao

Ze said in a low voice.

"Dad! Now that you know the truth, why don't you go outside the plane to protect the world?" Zhao Guangming stood up and asked his father. In his opinion, although his father seemed unreliable on weekdays, he was by no means unreliable.

Bloody people.

"Why? It's not for you. You were only three years old when your grandpa told me the truth. How could I leave you and your mother to risk your lives?" Zhao Ze also stood up and slapped Zhao Guangming on the back of the head.

Then he said.

"But it's not like I've done nothing. Over the years, half of the money I've earned from doing business has been donated outside the realm of state support."

"Anyway, I think what the higher-ups are doing is wrong. They should tell everyone and let talented people work hard to practice and protect their homeland." Zhao Guangming sat down and said after being beaten.

"Who knows? Maybe there are reasons we don't know about? But the country has actually done a lot, and has been focusing on cultivating warriors. For example, they are assigned to martial arts classes only in the first year of high school, and each person can receive an elf every day, and

In your key classes, you get two pills every day. You must know that the elves you received in three years of high school are much higher than your tuition."

"Yes, I heard from the principal that the spirits in the martial arts class are uniformly allocated by the Education Bureau and are not provided by the school." Liu Xiang affirmed from the side.

"Okay, you two haven't even grown hair yet, so don't think about things outside the plane. Go to the martial arts association as soon as possible. I won't send you off if I want to catch up on some sleep."

When Zhao Guangming heard this, he was right. The two of them almost died when they encountered a fugitive, let alone dealt with a high-level monster. So he pulled Liu Xiang and left.

After the two left, Zhao Ze took out his phone and called Zhang Yao.

"Lao Zhang, my son and his classmates will go to your place later. You can introduce a powerful silver medal coach to them to teach them practical combat."

"Okay, I'll take care of everything. Oh, by the way, our association has just hired a silver medal coach who is even better than a gold medal coach. Do you want to introduce him to him?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? If it's better than a gold medal, isn't it a gold medal? Our Liaocheng Martial Arts Association is qualified to hire a gold medal coach?"

"How can our Liaocheng Association have such qualifications? The old man came back after being seriously injured outside the plane and his cultivation level dropped by more than half."

"An old man from outside the plane? Even if you lose all your cultivation, it's not something we in Liaocheng can get. Even if you go to a first-tier city, you can become a gold medal coach with experience."

"The old man's family belongs to us in Liaocheng. Isn't this the fallen leaves returning to their roots? We are not qualified to hire a gold medal coach, but the silver medal they gave us has no recruits. And I heard that the old man's background is so scary that not even the headquarters dares to offend him!"

"That's great. The old people who came back from outside the plane are really amazing. They are not even a little bit better than those silver medal coaches who have only been stationed within the gate of the plane."

"It's just that the cost is a bit high. The old man doesn't want to accept the state's pension and has to leave it to his comrades who are still on the battlefield. The younger generation in the family has no future. He wants to earn some blessings for the younger generation, so the price is very high. One month's tuition

It’s just 50,000. It’s okay for you, but I’m afraid my classmates won’t be able to bear it.”

"It's normal for the price to be high. Elderly people from outside the plane are worth this price. You can feel free to introduce me. Liu Xiang is my half son, and I'll pay for his tuition. Wait, I'm afraid that kid won't accept it!" Zhao

Ze thought for a while and then said to the phone:

"Let's do this. Just tell the charger that they will charge you 2,000 yuan a month. If the child still thinks it's expensive, you can come up with some preferential policies and reduce or reduce the price a little bit. I'll make up for the rest."

"Okay, I'll tell them now, and I'll take them there when they get here, so there won't be any mistakes." Zhang Yao hung up the phone and went to the toll office to say hello.

After making the phone call, Zhao Ze did not go back to catch up on his sleep as he said, but instead walked into the underground practice room.

Standing in the center of the training room, Zhao Ze recalled the martial arts skills he learned in college and began to practice seriously with punches and kicks.

Zhao Ze's soft voice also sounded in the basement.
Chapter completed!