Leg Technique Great Mastery (4k words, three thousand monthly votes bonus! Seeking monthly votes)

Time flew.

Eight months passed, and he entered the python muscle stage.

He defeated Longlegs Seven, defeated Chang San, and defeated Hong Tianzhen!

Backed by these various deeds, the name "Little Blade Wen" had also become quite well-known within the territory of Hesheng Tu.

Li Xiuwen's Jianghu reputation +1.

During the day, as he walked down the streets, commoners in the territory would recognize him from time to time, shouting out "Morning, Brother Wen" or "Good morning, Boss" to him.

The fourteenth floor of Graffiti Tower, the Hesheng Tu stronghold.

Today was Hesheng Tu's monthly Dragon-Head Meeting.

The three big bosses—Heavenly-Liang Old Man, Lion-Head Buddha, and Brother Wild Chicken—gathered all a few dozen straw sandals of Hesheng Tu together to discuss important matters.

In addition to them, there were also ten cloth shoes and three reserve red poles.

Among these people, apart from Li Xiuwen, the weakest were already at the python muscle peak cultivation level.

The reserve red poles were at the flood dragon muscle peak.

These were all the backbone members of Hesheng Tu.

Once everyone had arrived, Heavenly-Liang Old Man glanced around, his gaze fixing on Li Xiuwen as he said, "Everyone, you must have all heard about the Galaxy Bar incident last month."

The veteran cloth shoes and reserve red poles remained silent.

Heavenly-Liang Old Man said, "A python muscle physique, defeating Chang San, standing at a stalemate with Dao Youming... This kind of boldness and daring is precisely the kind of talent Hesheng Tu wants!"

"Indeed... Little Blade Wen is truly courageous and martial, it was this old bag of bones of mine that was blind." A white-haired elder with a face full of pimples smiled awkwardly.

His name was Old Scabby, and he was also a cloth shoe.

Previously, when Li Xiuwen was