Chapter 3 Civilian Martial Arts

I was speechless all night. The next day, when the fat man opened his eyes, his mind was still a little confused. I don't know whether what happened last night was a dream or a reality.

Touch your hand under the pillow, and there is a familiar cold in the hand. It was the two canine teeth hidden under the pillow when I came back last night.

"It seems to be true." His right hand was placed on the end of his nose and sniffed deeply. The fat man looked intoxicated, and the smell... Er, the salted pig hand is still the salted pig hand.

"Fat man, what are you doing? You're laughing so well**. Swing!" The door suddenly opened, and Bill's head poked in. He happened to see the fat man smelling the coquettish look of his right hand.

"Get out!" The fat man was guilty for a moment, but he quickly shouted righteously, "Knock on the door before you come in!" Also, how did you get in?"

"How do I know? As soon as I pushed it, the door opened." Bill curled his lips, pushed the door open, and came in.

"Uh!" The fat man was stunned for a moment, and now the man remembered that he forgot to lock the door last night. However, he still protested, "Then knock on the door..."

"Have you ever heard of a thief knocking on the door?" Bill smiled. His words reminded the fat man of the thief last night. Indeed, no matter whether a man or a woman steals, he doesn't knock on the door.

"Hey, you're stupid. What are you thinking about? This smile makes my hair stand on end. Bill patted the fat man and woke him up from his memory. The fat man glanced at him blankly: "Go, come here if you don't go to bed so early. Go and find your Jessica."

"You, how do you know Jessica!"

"I don't know who yelled last night." The fat man curled his lips and then said enthusiastically, "Yes, who is Jessica? I'm still single. Introduce me."

Get out of here! You are a fat man who doesn't pay for your good intentions. I don't want to pay attention to you!" Bill despised the fat man and pushed the door to go out. Before closing the door, he leaned into his head and said, "Fat pig, don't sleep. Don't say I didn't tell you. Uncle Wang is here. Now he's in my room. Don't blame me if you can't learn to fight."

"What the hell, why didn't you say it earlier!" The sound of the fat man dressing in the room came from the room. However, these had nothing to do with Bill. He closed the door, but was not in a hurry to go back. Instead, he leaned against the door, with inexplicable melancholy on his face, painful and cheerful. With a sigh, his eyes became resolute again. The fat man shouted from the door. Bill smiled and strode to his room.

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"The so-called fighting spirit is actually just a way to use power. With the deepening of cultivation, the fighting spirit in the body will become more and more pure and thick. Until one day, when the fighting spirit in the body is out of the energy category of the ordinary meaning and reaches a certain extreme state, it will break through its own shackles and is expected to win the martial arts master, the martial saint, and even the supreme existence of the god of martial arts!"

This is Wang Debiao's detailed explanation of the knowledge about fighting spirit to the two fat people. Since he promised to teach them fighting spirit, Wang Debiao did not hide anything, which can be said to teach each other.

"Did you reach some kind of extreme situation? What does that mean? How do I know how to reach the extreme? The fat man wanted to get to the bottom, but Wang Debiao glanced at him and said, "Who am I going to ask? I just heard what my former teacher said. As for the extremes... How can I, an orange warrior, know so much?

Wang Debiao took out the silver wine bottle in his arms and poured the wine into his throat. Wang Debiao moaned comfortably and said, "You two kids will enjoy happiness. I thought you would live in the 'di' room. Who knew that you were sleeping in the 'heaven' room, and There are two rooms as soon as you open them! Tut-tut, rich, so rich!"

Bill sighed, "I used to be helpless when I was poor. Now that I have money, there is no reason to treat myself badly. Uncle Wang, it's not that you don't know. We just got 26 D-level magic cores from Snow Wolf yesterday, and there is also a copy of Uncle Wang's.

"No, I said I didn't want it yesterday. If you want to give it to me now, won't your Uncle Wang hit yourself in the mouth? If you have the intention, then Uncle Wang's wine money in Maple Leaf City will fall on you in the future. Haha, Uncle Wang has no other ability, but the wine bag and rice bag are excellent. If you are poor in the future, don't disown me, Uncle Wang.

The three of them have the same temperament, and there is no age barrier to talking and laughing. Under the lively atmosphere, Wang Debiao's teaching progress has accelerated a lot. By noon, Wang Debiao had already said some basic things.

Bill was fascinated and shook his head and sighed, "No wonder I often hear people say that fighting spirit is a martial art that belongs to the aristocracy. The difficulty of cultivation is very imaginable. Without Uncle Wang's guidance, I'm afraid that we can't learn fighting spirit no matter what."

"Aristocratic martial arts? I think it's okay." The fat man looked at Bill with some understanding: "This martial arts skill is just martial arts. Why is it related to the nobles again?"

Bill squinted his eyes and said, "Do you think it's so easy to get this cultivation method? It's not to mention that this cultivation method itself is only in the hands of some big families. Who has the energy to learn this martial arts skill among those poor people who are busy every day to survive?"

"Bill's words are true." Wang Debiao took a sip of wine and said happily, "It was also a coincidence that I learned this fighting spirit. If it hadn't been for my teacher who was very close to me, he would not have taught me the method of fighting spirit cultivation. Even so, the practice I learned is just a remnant. The fourth-order green warrior is already the top, but if you want to advance, it is a thousand. It's very difficult."

"Why doesn't Uncle Wang change his skill?"

"Change? Oh, you think it's light." Wang Debiao looked at the fat man and said with a wry smile, "After no one is willing to succumb to others, I also thought that one day I can get complete skills, but you, Uncle Wang and I are not a peerless genius after all. Even these fourth-order green warriors have not been reached, how can I expect more skills? Besides, the following skills are not what we, an unknown, can expect. Even in those big families, only a few clan descendants have this opportunity to get this inheritance. If it is a branch of the family, no matter how good the talent is, if you want to get inheritance, you have to go through extremely difficult trials to get this opportunity. Therefore, this fighting martial arts is a kind of martial arts that belongs to the aristocracy, which is not unreasonable.

The fat man was a little reluctant to say, "In this way, we can only learn Uncle Wang's fighting qi skills, and the highest can only reach the fourth-order green warriors?"

Bill was dissatisfied and said, "Fat, it's our great luck to learn the qi martial arts. If Uncle Wang hadn't been willing to teach it, I'm afraid we wouldn't even learn the fur of fighting qi."

"No, I just feel that I'm holding my breath. Why should we be inferior?" In the original world, although people are not born equal, the concept of equality has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. The poor also have the right to pursue progress. Through their own efforts, it is also possible to enter the upper-class society. Unlike in this world, no matter how hard they try, it seems to be nothing in the end.

"Yes, why are you just starting to learn? No matter how hard you work in the future, you are destined to be inferior all your life!" The fat man's words aroused the unwilling flame in Wang Debiao's heart that he thought had been extinguished for a long time. He suddenly poured a mouthful of wine, and the hot liquor entered his throat. He was sad, but in the end, it only turned into a long sigh.

The atmosphere in the room was a little solemn. The fat man thought for a moment and asked, "Uncle Wang, is there a college in our empire? It's the kind of college that learns fighting spirit or magic. The fat man once saw some college things in the book of the alien world. Although that one can't be counted, there is still a trace of hope in the fat man's heart.

"College?" Wang Debiao looked at the fat man strangely and shook his head and said, "You know a lot, but it's a pity that we didn't go to this college. The people who can go there are the heirs of some big families or royal aristocrats. Don't say that ordinary people like us can't go there, even if they are the side branches of some big families or have fallen. No matter how amazing the aristocratic family is, as long as their identity does not meet the requirements, they will not be able to enter the door of the college.

"Do you not recruit civilians? I thought..."

"How can they let civilians enter the college?" Wang Debiao shook his head and said with a smile, "If they let the civilians enter the college, isn't it shaking the foundation of their rule? If the civilians know martial arts skills and make a rebellion at that time, how can these nobles sleep soundly?"

"That's what I said..." The fat man was silent for a while and said, "Uncle Wang, in this way, these martial arts or magic only belong to the nobles, so what else can we civilians have?"

"What do you have... We also have endless blood and worthless lives, and the martial arts possessed by civilians can't be learned by nobles." Wang Debiao's tone was extremely heavy. The fat man didn't notice it, but his eyes lit up and he said excitedly, "What is that? In this way, we don't have to learn to fight.