In the real world, modern fighting techniques have been developed for so long, and they have already surpassed them. If you want to learn these martial arts skills, it is better to spend money to find a world champion in the real world to teach you what you have done.

Fang Yuhao knew this very well, and blindly worshiping the ancients is definitely incorrect.

The awesome true secrets of the sects are treasured by themselves and are unwilling to teach them easily.

Fang Yuhao said, "I just asked about the three recognized masters in Qingshan Town. That Lord Chen is one of them, and two of them are all in the army... So I was thinking that the true advanced kung fu may still be controlled by the official or wealthy nobles, such as Song and Zhang fu."

"What the people are just details, so the government has no control over various martial arts, as long as it doesn't take any life."

"Especially, things like Taoism, which are found among the people, should be very rare. Otherwise, no matter how strong the official intention is, it is impossible for the people to practice Taoism at will."

Confucianism uses literature to disrupt the law, while heroes use martial arts to violate the ban. Taoist art is equivalent to guns and shells in this world. As long as you control the real guns and shells, who will forbid you to learn martial arts? In the face of Taoist arts, no matter how strong ordinary martial arts are, they are just a mantis arm to be a chariot, and they will be wiped out in the blink of an eye.

"It makes sense." Shi Dapeng had a bitter face: "Even if there are some hermit masters, the kind hidden among the people, it is impossible to accept disciples for nothing. At least it is impossible to accept three of us immediately, right? So, what should we do now?"

Fang Yuhao calmed his head and thought for a while, but he really couldn't think of a good idea.

He looked at the endless crowd and the lively ring and suddenly said viciously: "Do you know why there are so many martial arts contestants here? I just want to gain a reputation and have a good future!"

"We also compete, make a name for ourselves, and lead the masters out! We must first have channels to the upper level in order to plan these profound mysteries."

"Old Zhao, can you do Sanda, can you fall, how about going on the ring?"

Zhao Xianming frowned and shook his head: "The fighting technique in the army is a life-threatening thing. He is used to going straight to the vital points. He is either dead or disabled when he takes action. The kind you said... won't."

“Not even wrestling?”

"Who would learn that kind? It's the joints that are specifically used to slap the joints..." Zhao Xianming shook his head.

Fang Yuhao breathed a breath from his chest: "Then... let me do it! You two are responsible for shouting."

"Lao Fang, are you okay?" Shi Dapeng scratched his head and said in confusion.

"I'll let you see today. I'm going to hit ten!"

Such a big-money thing actually goes against Fang Yuhao's character, but in order to make a long-term trend and catch big fish, this is the only way to do this.

According to the current survey, what the world worships is power. The more value it shows, the greater the harvest it can be. As long as you show enough talent, it is not impossible for wealthy families to come to invite you.

Even the officials encourage martial arts to be the only one who is a soldier and can choose the best soldiers the most easily.

Anyway, all Fang Yuhao wants is an opportunity, an opportunity to learn.

Since there is no good idea, after a few minutes and after discussing the issue, Shi Dapeng's voice was already yelling on the street: "Let's talk about the way to reach the corner!Let's talk about the way to reach the corner!"

"Put one and pay ten, don't miss it when you pass by!"

"Don't miss it when you pass by!"

"Who are you? You dare to speak loudly here!" someone soon ran out of the house and said angrily.

Wouldn't you be yelling at your doorstep?

"Talking about the way to win the corner!" Fang Yuhao didn't say nonsense: "One to pay ten, one hundred cigars once! I have nine hundred and ninety cigars here!"

The person who came was angry and jumped onto the ring: "I want to know how to reach your corner for a while!"

The way to get to the corner is to fall, which is both military training, military competition, court performance and folk entertainment. But wrestling is not something that everyone knows, and it has very high skills.

The man in front of him was only 1.7 meters tall, and the meat pads on his palms were evenly padded. He looked like a martial artist, but his body shape was slightly inferior to Fang Yuhao. In this era, most people only ate two meals a day, and their daily routines and diets were definitely not comparable to the modern world. Moreover, they were mostly vegetarians and their personal nutrition was worse.

And Fang Yuhao, who is 1.8 meters tall, is already a burly big man here.

Fang Yuhao squatted with his horse stance, turned his right palm into a "please" posture.

This man is actually a stunner who specializes in sword training. He doesn't know how to resist the horns at all. He went on stage in anger and suddenly didn't know what to do.

With Shi Dapeng's loud shout, there were gradually a few onlookers.

In front of everyone, the man gritted his teeth and rushed over with his teeth.

When Fang Yuhao saw his posture, he immediately knew that it should not be that professional level.

The straight punch came in a fierce manner, but Fang Yuhao was not afraid. He flashed sideways and grabbed the person's arm directly. Then, he moved forward step by step and touched the opponent's legs. This was a typical action of "close-body throwing".

The man punched him and suddenly felt a sudden trip under his feet. His center of gravity was unstable and his body fell downwards.

He was shocked. He thought that he could resist it by instinct without practicing passing the corners, but he didn't expect that he would be subdued by one move!

If you fall face down, you will be embarrassed!

Half of his body fell down, Fang Yuhao had already pulled his clothes and pulled them back.

He finally stabilized his body, his face turned blue and purple.

"Acceptance!" Fang Yuhao bowed.

"...I am not good at martial arts, but it is not the fault of my master's martial arts." This man was also open and blushed, but he just made a defense on his mouth.

He knew that he could not beat others, so he would just make it boring if he would continue to pester. He took out a hundred coins and walked off the stage.

Fang Yuhao didn't bother him much either.

"Lao Fang, you're a little bit awesome." Shi Dapeng murmured in a low voice, then shouted again, fearing that the world would not be in chaos: "Blow the Nanshan Nursing Home and kick the Beihai Kindergarten! Is there anyone else on stage? One penalty is 100, and one hundred quotas will be paid once!"

When the onlookers around him heard these two sentences, they still felt the strong mockery.

As the saying goes, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. Compared with others, it is human nature. In addition, under the temptation of bounty, someone soon jumped onto the stage with dissatisfaction. However, Fang Yuhao has a big man and has a high-level martial arts talent, and ordinary people can't beat him.

He used the same "close-body throwing" move to overturn three people in a row. Fang Yuhao felt his hands were very hot and he felt that he gradually got up.

All the enthusiasm of the audience was mobilized, and they began to change from dissatisfaction at the beginning to cheering.
Chapter completed!