Chapter 15 Business Comes to You (Please Read)

VIP reception room on the first floor of Qinlong Martial Arts Hall.

"Hey, isn't this Sister Sun? What gust of wind brought you here?"

Zhao Yihao nodded and bowed, smiling as he greeted her, without any of the dignity he had just shown when facing Qi Sui.

A plump middle-aged young woman was sitting on a massage chair with a comfortable look on her face. She was wearing a luxurious cheongsam that perfectly outlined her curvy figure. Her fingers, neck, and earlobes were all decorated with expensive jewelry.

Any of them was worth a lifetime income for an ordinary working class.

"I just made a big deal, so I came to the martial arts hall to stretch my muscles. Go and arrange a sparring partner for me. I want a young, handsome, and muscular one. Do you understand?"

Sun Rong raised her chin, and her heavily made-up face was full of frivolity.

"No problem, Sister Sun, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

Zhao Yihao looked at Sun Rong as if he was looking at a god of wealth.

This kind of rich woman who pays a lot of membership fees to the martial arts gym every year but doesn't come to practice often must be the most popular customer source for major martial arts gyms.

"Sister Sun, what do you think of this one? You have practiced with him three times before. He is just over 30 years old, with well-developed chest muscles and strong strength."

Zhao Yihao slid the tablet screen and saw a burly man wearing a tiger mask, with his hands on his chest, a burly figure, and bursting muscles full of male hormones.

"ID: Bad Boy"

"Qinlong Martial Arts Gym Gold Medal Sparring"

"Appearance fee of 10,000 yuan"

Sun Rong's fingertips fell on the chest of the man on the screen and rubbed it, curled her lips and said, "This one, I have some impression, he is quite strong, but too old, sister likes to try young ones recently."

"What about this one? Twenty-two years old, college student, part-time job during holidays."

The screen changed to a cat-faced man, whose figure was not as exaggerated as the previous one, but he was tall.

"Oh? Which university?"

Sun Rong's eyes lit up and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Hearing this, Zhao Yihao looked embarrassed: "Sister Sun, our martial arts school has a rule that the information of customers and employees cannot be disclosed at will. Please understand..."

"Chun Shui Renjian, a gold card!"

Sun Rong casually threw a card on the table, raised her plump thighs, and said lightly: "It's a bit boring to do this to me. I'm not good at anything else, but I like men. If the quality of the sparring partner I choose is not good, wouldn't it be disgusting."

"Hahahaha, of course I trust Sister Sun." Zhao Yihao kicked the gold card into his pocket without leaving a trace, and then lowered his voice and said: "This is a top student of Xuanwu, one of the four top martial arts schools in our Xia country."

"How about it, are you interested?"

"Xuanwu?"

Sun Rong frowned slightly, thought for a moment and said: "Forget it, is there any younger one?"

"What about this one?"

"No, change it!"

"This one..."

Zhao Yihao secretly complained.

This sister is generous, but she is too difficult to serve.

Unfortunately, there are not many sparring partners in the martial arts school today, so I'm afraid this lady won't be satisfied.

When the screen reached the end, Sun Rong's face turned a little ugly, and she questioned: "Manager Zhao, you are known as the largest martial arts school in Qinhai City, but the quality of the sparring partners is so-so."

It's obviously you who are too picky.

Zhao Yihao didn't dare to say this.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something and pushed a photo onto the table.

This is a handsome face that is slightly immature, with some immature immaturity between the eyebrows. Just looking at the photo can feel a scholarly and humble atmosphere.

"Hey, who is this little puppy? The new sparring partner in your martial arts school. He looks very young, a student?"

Sun Rong's eyes could not be moved away.

Zhao Yihao's mind moved slightly, and he said, "Sister Sun, he just came today, and he hasn't had time to upload his information to the martial arts system. He is a martial arts student from Qinhai No. 1 Middle School."

"A pure boy, sister likes him!"

Sun Rong's eyes lit up, and she lowered her raised thighs and said, "It's him tonight. Take sister to see him."

...

In front of the ring.

Qi Sui had already changed into his sparring clothes.

The loose pure white robe did not affect his body movement, but also looked capable and beautiful.

At this time, his eyes were on another ring not far away.

Two young and fierce men fought fiercely.

Each move was whistling and full of power and beauty.

There was a sound of strength when the fists and feet collided.

The onlookers cheered.

Master!

Although both of them wore masks to cover their faces, it was not difficult to guess their identities through their clothes.

There was a circle of golden lines on the wrist of the sparring robe, which was the symbol of the gold medal sparring of the martial arts hall.

To become a gold medal sparring partner, one must not only have very strong martial arts skills, but also have considerable sparring experience. Their appearance fees can even soar to tens of thousands of Xia coins.

The other person who fought with him was wearing a pure black waisted robe.

This is the symbol of a disciple in Qinlong Martial Arts School.

Whose door?

Of course, the door of the martial arts master Qin Lao!

This is not only a commercial profit, but also a more personal martial arts inheritance. It is not that you can enter by spending money.

After all, at the level of martial arts masters, money is just a number for them. They value their bones and qualifications more. If they accept disciples for money, they will sooner or later become a joke in the circle.

"Eight extreme collapse!"

After dodging the whip kick of the sparring partner.

The man in black robe seized the gap when the sparring partner finished his move, took a step forward, grasped the ground with his feet, rotated his waist and hips to drive his body to exert force, and put all the strength of his body into the fists he swung out.

The momentum was like lightning.

Thunderbolts rose out of thin air.

"Hit!"

In an instant, the power poured out like a flood.

The sparring partner's chest was hit down in a terrifying arc, and no one knew how many bones were broken by this punch. The whole person flew out of the ring and fell heavily to the ground, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

"You are useless. You can't even take my Baji Collapse. The martial arts school keeps you gold medal sparring partners for nothing!"

The black-robed man said with contempt.

He took off the mask on his face, revealing a young face, who looked to be in his early twenties, with the arrogance of a young man on his face.

"Who else dares to come up and fight me? If you win, you can take 50,000 yuan!"

The young man raised his arms and roared.

The black tiger tattoo on his chest seemed to come alive, roaring fiercely.

"Awesome, Brother Duan is so domineering, worthy of being an outer disciple of our martial arts school."

"Brother Duan, with his strength, will definitely have no problem sprinting for the top scorer of Qinhai City's martial arts exam this year?"

"Don't talk about Qinhai City, Brother Duan's eyes are on the entire Yun'an Province!"

"..."

The crowd cheered, and some young girls looked at the black-robed man's muscular body with spring eyes.

In a world where martial arts flourish, being strong will naturally be respected and admired.

Although Qi Sui thought the man was a little arrogant, in the eyes of many people, arrogance can be equated with the sharpness of young warriors.

"Qi Sui, what are you looking at? The guests are coming, you go to the ring first!"

Zhao Yihao came over and handed over a wolf-faced mask: "Our martial arts school respects and protects the privacy of guests and staff. If you want, you can wear a mask."

This is very humane.

Qi Sui put the wolf-faced mask on his face. The size was right, so as not to affect his vision and breathing.

"Brother Zhao, the Baji Collapse that the man used just now should be a martial art, right? I wonder if our martial arts school sells it?"

"Don't even think about that Baji Collapse, it's the exclusive skill created by Old Qin and is not for sale."

Zhao Yihao urged: "Okay, okay, stop talking nonsense, get on the stage, customers are coming."

"The customer I chose for you this time is not strong, a little weaker than you, but you have to serve him happily."

Qi Sui didn't think about it anymore, he stood on the stage and did warm-up exercises to make sure all the joints of his body were active.

Some spectators saw the movement here and came over, but when they saw Qi Sui's white robe symbolizing the primary sparring, they turned and walked to other places.

Primary sparring are mostly outsiders, or martial arts students who have not entered the stage, with low strength and rusty skills, there is really nothing to see.

Just then, there was movement from the other side of the stage.

A strong perfume smell could be smelled from a long distance away.

"Little brother, it's boring to wear a mask, take it off and let your sister see it."

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