C3 Martial Arts Hero

The dim light, the hot summer night, and the lack of wind in the room. The air conditioner was turned on.

Yang Xuan had finally chosen the 'Martial Arts Hero' of the Plane. For people of his era, when they watched this movie, they felt that the main character and the antagonist were both very powerful. They also respected Chen Zhen's resistance to the intruder. When Li Tiantie was filming this movie, he was already 31 years old, but he looked really young.

The plot of the movie should be in the year 2014. The location was Shanghai. If he went there this time, he would probably stay there for a while. "System, can I increase my time control now?" Yang Xuan muttered in his heart.

"Host, your mental strength has already broken the limit of ordinary people. Your time control has increased from 1:100 to 1:500," the system said.

"That's great. Then, I should prepare something. After all, I will be staying there for a long time." Yang Xuan rubbed his hands together and said.

There were three companies in the floor where Yang Xuan's company was located. Other than his own company selling furs, there was also a company that sold handicraft watches. It was very beautiful, but the selling price was not high. To put it bluntly, it was just an ordinary watch that looked good on the outside.

After all, there were only three floors. When they met the employees of their company, they would greet them. Over time, they would get to know each other. Yang Xuan spent 1000 yuan to buy 20 watches of the lowest grade. Then, he went to the supermarket to buy cigarettes, drinks, snacks, and biscuits. In order to be safe, this world was more dangerous than the previous world.

With a wave of his hand, he put everything into his storage space.

Yang Xuan suddenly felt his vision darken.

When he opened his eyes again, the surroundings had completely changed. Luckily, he was in a small courtyard, so it wouldn't be too shocking.

In the previous world, he could at most see a lawn and a few tall buildings. Now that the environment had completely changed, and it was during the First World War, it would be a lie to say that Yang Xuan was not nervous. He walked out of the alley calmly and saw a decent business street.

The environment here was very similar to that of the beach in the TV series. There were almost no tall buildings, and all he could see were bungalows, with the highest being a three or four-story small building.

Most of the people around him wore dirty clothes and wore tattered or patched clothes. The style was similar to that of the Republic of China.

Now, the first thing he had to consider was money. After asking around, he realized that there were quite a few Laundry in the early 1900s. Basically, there was one in every few streets.

This was a good place. Yang Xuan looked at a shop that was decorated in an ancient style.

He was a little curious about the first time he went to the Laundry to do something.

Yang Xuan walked to a counter and said to the shop assistant, "Friend, how much do you think my watch can be sold for?"

The waiter, who seemed to be sorting things, adjusted his eyes and looked at the watch indifferently. The more he looked at it, the better it looked. The impatient look on his face gradually disappeared.

"Customer, do you want to live or die?" The waiter asked seriously.

Yang Xuan thought for a moment and said, "Die. If the price is high, I still have 15 of them."

The waiter was shocked. A watch that was so exquisite was not even one. There were often good things entering and exiting the pawn shop. The waiter was also a person who knew what he was looking at. If the quantity was large, it was not something he could decide.

"Customer, please wait a moment. Your quantity is a little big. I will inform the shopkeeper." The waiter said with a lack of confidence.

In just a few minutes, a middle-aged man wearing a hat and glasses with a pointed face and a pair of small mustaches came out of the inner hall. Needless to say, he was definitely the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper asked tentatively, "Customer, we have already seen your watch. The quantity is also a little big. I will make the decision to buy it for 100 silver coins. What do you think?" Yang Xuan did not even think about it and directly agreed.

In 1914, the purchasing power of one silver coin in Shanghai was equivalent to 100 yuan in the main plane. 100 silver coins for a watch was equivalent to 50 RMB for a watch. In the blink of an eye, it had become 10,000 RMB.

Yang Xuan was not stupid. He could return to the main plane at any time. Would he spend all the silver coins to buy it? Furthermore, he could use the silver coins to buy some antiques. Even if he did not buy antiques, the silver coins could still sell for a good price in the main plane.

Now that he had money, he should go to the Fist of Fury first. He should also buy some gifts to show his sincerity.

Along the way, he bought a lot of things. They were really cheap. He also had to buy a bag or else if he kept everything in the storage space, it would be bad if someone found out. Since he was already here, he should experience the feeling of being in a yellow bus, hehe.

"Master is at the Fist of Fury." Yang Xuan casually called for a yellow bus.

It had to be said that with money, even if he caused trouble in a strange place, it would not affect his life in the real world. Yang Xuan was gradually revealing his cunning personality in the Main World.

Finally, he arrived. Luckily, the teleportation was reliable and it wasn't too far away. The Fist of Fury looked at the words on the plaque. It was said that it was written by Huo Ting'en, but now it was hanging on a white cloth, showing that someone had already passed away.

At this time, it was probably because Chen Zhen had just returned that he happened to meet someone who came to challenge him.

It was indeed Master Ni. He took advantage of the fact that Huo Ting'en had died and planned to come to the Fist of Fury to challenge him. He was afraid of the weak and bully the strong.

It can't be, right? He defeated Huo Ting'en even faster than in the TV series. Wasn't Ting En more powerful?

Now that Chen Zhen was paying respects to his master, it was not good to pay respects to him at this time. The timing was not right, and it was a headache.

Just as Yang Xuan was thinking of a solution, Chen Zhen came out with red eyes. He probably went to find trouble with the Hong Kong Taoist Sect.

Damn it, why was it so troublesome to pay respects to a master? Why not pay respects to Huo Ting'en? In any case, both of them were much stronger than him.

At this moment, an old man in his fifties walked into the Fist of Fury with a stick-like object on his back. As he walked, his eyes flashed with a bright light. It was obvious that he was not simple.

When Sun Jinchao and Huo Ting'en, who were planning to follow him to the Rainbow Cutting Dojo, saw the old man, they were stunned for a moment. They went up and cupped their hands, "Brother Tong Cheng, please come over! Old Huo has already gone."

The old man did not say a word. He walked to the front of the mourning hall and did not kneel or bow. He cupped his fists and bowed slightly.

At this moment, the old man opened his mouth and said, "Brother Junqing and I had a good chat back then. I didn't expect that after we parted ways, we would be separated by Yin and Yang. I admire both Junqing's character, martial arts cultivation, and his desire to be respected."

Yang Xuan cursed in his heart. How could he acknowledge a master like this? He was at a loss. Yang Xuan gritted his teeth and ran to Huo Ting'en's memorial tablet. He kowtowed three times.

The group of people looked at Yang Xuan in a daze. At this awkward moment, Sun Jinchao asked, "Lad, what are you doing? We don't know you either. Just come up and do such a big gift?"

Before Sun Jinchao could speak again, the old man said, "Alright, lad. Not bad."

Yang Xuan said, "As the saying goes, the country prospers and perishes. I plan to study martial arts in the Fist of Fury to serve the country."

At this moment, Huo Ting'en stood out and said, "Father has just passed away. Chen Zhen has just returned from studying abroad. Father's funeral has not been completed yet. It will probably take some time for him to acknowledge you as his master."

"How about this? It doesn't count as an apprenticeship. Anyway, I will be staying here for a few days and take a look at whether you have the foundation of martial arts or not." The old man said.

"Have you not asked?" Yang Xuan asked politely.

"This old man is Lee Shuwen." The old man said confidently.

Lee Shuwen? Lee Shuwen!