Chapter 3: Immortal Martial Arts Hall
Wang Xuan was stunned just now, not because of fear, but because of the prompt of the accelerator in his mind when the young swordsman took out the jade ring.

It is obvious that this jade ring is an item containing source power, and Wang Xuan has spent a long time looking for the source power.

Holding the jade ring tightly, Wang Xuan wanted to use the accelerator in his mind right now, but he held back because this was not a good place.

His passion gradually died down, and Wang Xuan was still frightened. When he saw the sword-sharpening stone, he bought it decisively. This was a great opportunity.

It was a pity that the young swordsman forced the sale and secretly threatened with his own life, which was really overbearing.

"I lost something in one place, but I gained something in another. I lost the precious sword sharpening stone, but I got the source of power I always dreamed of."

"A swordsman from Tianjian Mountain?" Wang Xuan secretly memorized the man's appearance and kept this grudge deep in his heart.

Continuing forward, Wang Xuan arrived at the martial arts gym soon. It was already eight o'clock in the morning, but he was not late. He greeted the front desk and changed into his training clothes.

The main martial arts hall was very large, as big as ten indoor basketball courts, and was divided into several sections. There were five floors in total, but the entire building was more than thirty meters high. Wang Xuan walked to the equipment building, selected a gravity room, turned on the triple gravity, and began to stand.

Xianwu Battle Hall provides very good benefits to its staff. Ordinary equipment can be used at will, which is equivalent to a free membership card. This is why many people are scrambling to get into Xianwu Battle Hall.

As he was standing in the stance, his mind gradually became empty, all distracting thoughts disappeared without a trace, and he was immersed in the meaning of standing in the stance.

Ordinary people will only feel more tired when standing in a stance, but martial artists who know how to stand in a stance can make it as easy as a running horse. Their Qi and blood will become active, circulating several times faster than usual, and their tendons, bones, blood and flesh will be strengthened bit by bit.

After standing in the posture for half an hour, Wang Xuan gradually regained his composure. He looked calm, like a leisurely and peaceful old man.

Keep yourself calm at the right time. If you can't do this, you are not a qualified sniper.

The Xianwu Battle Hall branch near the university town occupies an area that is no less than that of a university. The martial arts hall, which covers thousands of acres, has villa-like residences, and more than half of the area is covered with towering trees, like a park for outings.

The Xianwu Battle Hall has thousands of students, and each class of students can gain a lot, and the cost is naturally not small. If the financial resources are sufficient, then you can get a tailor-made training plan.

There are also some people who are talented enough to join a martial arts school and become its disciples. They will be allocated a lot of resources and can even become disciples of the masters in the school.

When they grow up, they will be the backbone of the martial arts school, and there will be no problem for them to be the instructor of a martial arts school.

"Ding, hello Wang Xuan, please come to the front desk as soon as possible, Assistant Coach Zhao Huang is looking for you." Wang Xuan heard an electronic voice while he was standing in a meditation position.

Wiping the sweat off his face, Wang Xuan walked along the way and saw many students practicing martial arts, some using equipment, some practicing boxing and kicking.

When he arrived at the main office building, Wang Xuan saw that annoying guy. It seemed that Zhao Huang had been waiting for him here.

Seeing Wang Xuan coming, Zhao Huang scolded him: "Do you know that our martial arts hall has been rectifying its work style recently? How can someone like you who is not good enough and still asks for a long vacation be qualified to stay in the martial arts hall? It's really shameful!"

Zhao Huang pointed his finger at Wang Xuan little by little. Wang Xuan was very unhappy. He said coldly: "Take your finger away."

Pointing at people frequently with your fingers, and at such a close distance, is no longer a matter of courtesy and upbringing; it is a form of bullying and insult.

This Zhao Huang, who has mediocre abilities and the worst kung fu skills among the assistant teachers, often flatters his superiors and bullies his subordinates.

Do you think this kind of person can bully me?
"Take it away? What's wrong with me saying a few words to you? As an assistant coach, can't I just call you a sparring partner?" Zhao Huang's fingers were getting closer and closer, almost hitting Wang Xuan's nose.

Wang Xuan's eyes were blazing, and he suddenly stretched out his left hand and directly grasped the other person's wrist.

A creaking sound was heard immediately. Zhao Huang tried hard to break free, but his face turned red and he couldn't do it.

Only then did he remember that although Wang Xuan's martial arts skills were not high, he was born with great strength. In ancient times, he could be considered a general with supernatural powers. In terms of strength, he was no match for him.

Born with supernatural power, this is the foundation of Wang Xuan's foothold in the martial arts hall. "Stay away from me, if you piss me off, watch out for your life!" Wang Xuan suddenly exuded a murderous aura, as fierce as an angry bear, and pushed Zhao Huang away.

Zhao Huang was completely overwhelmed by the overwhelming force. He retreated rapidly and finally fell to the ground, looking extremely embarrassed.

A group of students passed by and their eyes widened when they saw this scene. They didn't expect that the assistant coach could be knocked down by Wang Xuan, who was his sparring partner. He was really weak.

They pointed and laughed, and some even took photos and videos. The gazes of these people were like sharp swords piercing Zhao Huang's body, making him unbearable.

Zhao Huang, who had lost face, still had a red face. It was not because he had used too much force just now, but because he was embarrassed and could not hold his face at all.

The levels of personnel in a martial arts school are roughly students, sparring partners, assistant teachers, coaches, and elders.

Most students are only at the flesh training level, and sparring partners are generally at the tendon training level. When they reach the skin training level, they can apply to become assistant teachers. Stronger assistant teachers are at the bone training level.

Coaches are divided into elementary, intermediate, advanced and special levels. Elementary ones are mostly at the level of training organs and marrow, while intermediate ones are at the level of blood transfusion. Such people are already considered martial arts masters, and their life level is different from that of ordinary people.

As an assistant coach, Zhao Huang has also reached the level of polishing the skin membrane, but he was unable to withstand a push from his sparring partner Wang Xuan. It is estimated that this joke will soon spread throughout the Xianwu Battle Hall.

"How dare you offend me!" Zhao Huang was furious. "You are just a strong barbarian. I will show you how powerful I am!"

In his eyes, the world is big, but his own face is the most important!
As he spoke, he used the Bull Fist, sprinted forward every few steps, and delivered a powerful punch, with a whistling sound.

Wang Xuan showed a trace of sarcasm on his face: "You are so shameless."

He stretched out his left hand, his fist was as big as a bowl, and punched out directly, hitting Zhao Huang's abdomen with a force of more than a thousand pounds.

puff!
Zhao Huang spat out a mouthful of blood, his body bent like a shrimp, and he flew out in a parabola, then fell heavily to the ground.

"You...how is it possible..." Zhao Huang spat out another mouthful of blood. His Bull Fist had already reached the minor success realm a long time ago. He was a master of it. How could he be knocked down by just one punch from Wang Xuan!
He was unwilling to give in, but the pain kept attacking him, interfering with his brain, and he was groaning on the ground.

Wang Xuan retracted his fist. The brute force did not follow any logic. It was just a simple punch, but when the force formed a crushing force, the role of skills became small.

Strength can defeat skill. Wang Xuan, who is strong enough to lift a tripod, uses this skill very skillfully.

He had never fought in the martial arts gym before, so these guys really underestimated him. Do they think a panda with a good temper is not a bear?
He was in a bad mood today, and Zhao Huang ran into trouble and was punched hard by him. At this time, Wang Xuan felt that his anger had been vented a lot, and his mood instantly improved.

A young man walked over quickly, and when he saw Zhao Huanghun falling, he immediately shouted, "Wang Xuan, how dare you hit someone!"

Zhao Huang contacted him before, wanting to find a reason to jointly expel Wang Xuan from the Xianwu Battle Hall. They discovered that Wang Xuan's injury had healed half a month ago, but he had not come to the martial arts hall. The long vacation was an excuse.

"I, I'm going to find Senior Brother Sun and I'm going to teach you a lesson." Zhao Huang gritted his teeth and said, "Contact the security department and lock this kid up first."

Wang Xuan shook his head. These guys really thought the martial arts gym was their home.

Tap, tap, there was a sound of footsteps, and a gentle young man came over, carrying a long sword on his back and a wine gourd hanging around his waist. He looked very noble.

He opened the wine gourd, drank a lot in one gulp, pointed at Wang Xuan and said, "The owner is looking for you, go quickly."

Wang Xuan was surprised. The owner of the museum has always been a mysterious figure. He had not seen this land-based immortal-like master many times in the past few years, and the other party actually came to find him.

After thinking about it, the only thing left was the matter of the young swordsman.

(End of this chapter)