Chapter 12: Outer Gate Martial Arts Hall

Martial Arts Hall.

The martial arts teaching session here today has ended.

On the ground paved with bluestone bricks, the outer disciples were practicing their own skills, sweating profusely.

Among them was Wang Hu.

The result of the Heavenly Stone Steps is not based on which level you have stood on the highest, but on which level you stand on in the end.

Later, he climbed up despite the severe pain, but was only assigned to the outer sect in the end.

And that was all thanks to one person!

"He must have used some method to deceive the Heavenly Stone Steps!"

"One day, I will expose his true colors."

Bang-bang--

He hit the sandbag with a bang, as if he regarded it as someone who made him grit his teeth.

He could only vent his anger in this way.

After all, Li Mo was a true disciple.

Even his cousin Wang Hao could not do anything to him.

"Junior Brother Wang, your cousin has mastered the Liuhe boxing to a certain degree."

"His meridians have been opened, so he doesn't need me to teach him anymore."

A blue-robed outer sect steward raised his eyebrows and said.

"Xiao Hu has had some talent for boxing since he was young, and he just practiced with my uncle."

Wang Hao had a smile on his face, but a hint of coldness flashed across his lips.

"He should be an inner sect disciple, just like Xiao Qin."

The steward shook his head and looked at a young man in the crowd.

The young man had an ordinary appearance, wore a short coat, and his eyes were full of determination.

He was practicing meticulously, and his whole body was wet with sweat.

"Brother, what you said is not right. Hu Zi's talent is not comparable to that waste."

"He entered the inner sect with me, but he became more and more useless as he practiced. His qi and blood are almost declining to the level of just opening his meridians, right?"

Wang Hao's eyes revealed a hint of sarcasm.

The two were talking.

In the sunlight that shone through the gate, a figure suddenly appeared.

The young man was wearing a cloud-patterned robe, with a sunny and easy-going smile.

"Hmm?" Wang Hao raised his eyebrows.

"Li Mo?"

Wang Hu saw the familiar face and punched the sandbag.

The people who were practicing martial arts also stopped their movements, looking confused.

Isn't he a true disciple?

Why did he come to the outer martial arts hall?

"Junior Brother Li, I'm He Hongfeng, what are you doing..." The blue-robed outer deacon stood up and was polite.

Li Mo coughed lightly and said, "Senior Brother He is polite, I'm here to learn some basic boxing and kicking martial arts."

He Hongfeng: "?"

A true disciple, coming to the outer martial arts hall to learn basic martial arts?

You must be kidding me.

"Do the elders know about this?"

"Uh, my master went to sleep, and it was Elder Xue who asked me to come."

Li Mo nodded.

"Master... Elder Shang Wu?"

When He Hongfeng thought of the beautiful elder in the fiery red palace dress, he immediately understood.

It made sense.

The expressions of the people in the martial arts hall were different. Some were gloating, some were pitying, and some were dissatisfied.

A true disciple had fallen to the outer sect to learn martial arts.

This shows that he was not taken seriously.....

That's right.

The elders all have their own true disciples, and Ying Bing is in the limelight recently. Many people have said that she will be the next head of the Qingyuan Sect, so the elders naturally revolve around her.

Li Mo has another master who hates dogs.

It's not incomprehensible to be ignored.

In the crowd.

The young man named Xiao Qin was wiping his sweat at this time, and couldn't help but sigh.

Isn't his situation the same?

"A true disciple, can't you come to the outer sect martial arts hall?"

"The rules don't say that you can't, but the basics of boxing and kicking have been taught today. If you still want to learn, you have to ask the inner sect senior brother who is here to teach you boxing and kicking."

He Hongfeng is responsible for guiding the outer sect disciples to open their meridians and condense their qi and blood.

"The inner sect senior brother who teaches boxing and kicking..."

Li Mo followed his sight and saw Wang Hao who was drinking tea.

Wang Hao didn't even raise his head, and his tone was not very friendly:

"The martial arts hall has its own rules. I will only train the outer sect disciples for one hour every day."

"Since you are late, no one can make an exception."

As he said that, he raised his head and pretended to be surprised after realizing it:

"Junior Brother Li? Aren't you a true disciple?"

"If you insist on breaking the rules, I will have to give you a special lesson."

This is quite sinister.

If you say you want to learn again, it means you are breaking the rules and making an exception.

Originally, everyone thought that it was okay to teach him once more, but when these words came out, they felt that it was unfair.

"Cousin, it's great to be a true disciple!"

"Even when you come to the outer sect, you have to follow the rules!"

Wang Hu sang the same tune and acted as a supporting role.

Although he has not formally become a disciple, he is almost certainly a disciple of the Buddha Steward.

In terms of identity, he is not afraid of Li Mo, the unwelcome true disciple.

He Hongfeng did not speak either. He was guarding the martial arts hall, as long as there was no trouble, and he had no intention of intervening in other people's conflicts.

"Okay, okay, you two are doing crosstalk here."

Li Mo raised his hand to shut them up, and said to He Hongfeng:

"I'm watching others practice from the side, it's not against the rules, right?"

"Of course it's okay."

"Okay."

Li Mo nodded, and walked into the martial arts hall, looking around.

"He seems to be practicing well?"

With a determined look, Li Mo walked towards Xiao Qin in the corner.

"Tsk...these two got together."

Wang Hao glanced at him, his mouth curled up.

Wang Hu almost laughed out loud.

You can learn by watching others practice, who do you think you are?