God-level funeral: creating a mysterious past

Chapter 55 Martial Arts Club

"Have you really challenged all those martial arts halls?"

Looking at the withdrawal forms neatly placed on the table, Tie Cheng's face was in disbelief. Did he kick out several martial arts gyms in less than a week?And it only relies on one person.

He picked up the withdrawal slips and after reading them several times, he was sure that Zhang Chuan didn't speak, which he did.

"Now we can participate in the Martial Arts Conference?"

Zhang Chuan, who was sitting by the side, ate the biscuits on the table and drank a few mouthfuls of barley tea before he let out a breath and asked Tie Cheng.

"Yes! I didn't expect that our Four Elephant Martial Arts Hall will be able to participate in the Martial Arts Conference one day!"

Tie Cheng, who had a very excited face, seemed even more excited than Zhang Chuan.

"So submit these to the organizers now?"

Looking at these things, Tiecheng asked Zhang Chuan, fearing that he would repent.

"Go."

After getting Zhang Chuan's answer, he took these withdrawal forms and carefully put them in a waterproof pocket, and then put them in a metal suitcase. He was very satisfied.

He needs to take these things to the Martial Arts Association and submit them.

"Brother Zhang Chuan, have you really defeated so many martial arts schools?"

Chen Ming, who had already taken off the bandage, also had a look of surprise on his face, as did He Nianmeng, who looked over with shock in their eyes.

Unexpectedly, what they thought was a joke at first, this boy really did it.

"I'm just convincing people with reasoning, and the owners of those martial arts gyms readily agreed to sign it."

After clapping his palms, crumbs of biscuits fell on the table, and Zhang Chuan wiped them clean.

All he had to do now was wait for Tiecheng to come back.

Tiecheng, who was driving a sports car, drove to the location of the martial arts association as quickly as possible.

Along the way, as long as he encountered a traffic jam, his heart would be like a mess. He wished he could fly over, and he kept looking in the rearview mirror along the way, very afraid that someone would follow him.

I pressed the horn, and the car made a "beep!" noise. From time to time, I had to look at the metal box on the co-pilot, which was also tied with a seat belt, worrying that it might disappear in the blink of an eye.

Finally, the car in front started to move, and the suspicious Tie Cheng breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, there was no accident.

In fact, because of the group of masked people, several martial arts gyms were really scared, and they didn't dare to trouble Zhang Chuan.

The sports car made a wild sound and stopped in the parking lot of the Martial Arts Association.

His broad arms hugged the box, and he kept looking left and right. In the eyes of others, he was the most suspicious.

"Hello, do you have an appointment?"

There was no one at the front desk, just a screen and a microphone.

"I am the owner of the Sixiang Martial Arts Gym that I had a reservation for before. Can you let me in?"

Just after Tie Cheng finished speaking into the microphone, the metal door next to him slowly opened.

Walking inside, it is a quaint wooden building, which is completely different from the modern design outside.

"Oh, isn't this a boy from the Xuanwu family? Why are you free to come here today?"

An old man with gray hair and some immortal demeanor came out, looked at Tie Cheng, and patted his arm lightly, "That's right, my skills have improved a bit."

The other party stroked his gray beard and said leisurely.

"I'm here to submit the entry form for the Martial Arts Competition."

Tie Cheng took out a piece of paper that had been prepared and handed it over.

"Didn't you boy never tell you to go? Why are you so interested now?"

After picking up the entry form and looking at it for a few times, the old man nodded, "No problem."

At this time, after looking to the left and right, Tie Cheng secretly asked the old man, "I have something to give you."

Seeing this wicked look, the old man was also puzzled, what is this kid doing?
"I've wanted to ask you a long time ago, what's in the box you're holding in your arms? Is it that important?"

Could it be some magical secret book or a panacea?
"Here's what I'm going to give you, as we talk."

"If it's something good, then I'm not welcome."

A door was opened and the two walked in.

Putting the tin box on the wooden table, Tie Cheng opened the two locked corners, and took out the contents from inside.

"That's what I'm going to deliver."

Tie Cheng handed over the paper in his hand.

"Oh? Is it a martial arts secret book?"

The old man who thought it was a magical formula took it with a happy face, and after a few glances, he realized that it was not a secret formula at all.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a withdrawal form, and there were more than one, covering all the martial arts gyms in Pisces City.

"I said, you kid, don't bring fake things over. Even your family can't protect you."

At first glance, the old man thought it was a fake. In previous years, no one could come up with more than a dozen withdrawal forms at once, and only one or two were enough.

"Since I dare to bring it over, of course I can guarantee its authenticity."

Even Tie Cheng thought it was fake at first. If it hadn't been for several careful inspections, he wouldn't have dared to take it over.

Taking out a magnifying glass in his hand, and holding it to the old man who looked at it several times under the light, he finally confirmed that these resignations are all real!

Sweat was streaming down his forehead, this kind of thing is not something he can decide on his own.

"Wait a minute, I'll make a call."

Everyone else in the Martial Arts Association was out, and he was the only one staying inside at this time, but the matter was related to the quota of the Martial Arts Conference, so he ran out in a hurry.

"Hey, you guys come back quickly! Something big has happened!"

He called one after another, but others thought he was joking.

"Hey, what happened, could it be that you got a tea stalk?"

Several people on the phone didn't believe it at all, and thought the old boy was joking again.

No matter in terms of strength, why is there such a hurry.

"You will know when you come back and take a look. Hurry up, I can't decide this matter."

After hastily speaking, he hung up the phone and walked in again.

"Xuanwu family boy, are you really that good? Have these dozen or so martial arts schools withdraw from the competition?"

He looked Tiecheng up and down, but he just didn't see that ability, let alone Tiecheng was the bottom one in the Xuanwu family, could it be that he was pretending before?
If this is the case, I should be more careful. I can actually endure it for more than ten years. This kind of thinking is simply shocking.

Seeing the guarded eyes of the old man, Tie Chengcheng knew that the other party had misunderstood him.

"Oh, forget it, you will know when the martial arts conference is held."

Tiecheng shook his head helplessly and sat on the chair. He didn't explain too much, and he didn't know whether Zhang Chuan wanted to say this, so he chose not to answer.

(End of this chapter)