Arhat Hall.
Li Changfeng had just been about to return to his room when a sudden shout interrupted him.
"Kid Li! Come here for a moment!"
Hearing this, Li Changfeng turned around and saw that the person calling him was actually the Arhat Hall Leader. Startled, he quickly said, "Greetings, Arhat Hall Leader! May I ask why you suddenly summoned me?"
The Arhat Hall Leader laughed. "Don't tell me you've forgotten, kid! You may have forgotten, but I haven't. Here, this is my personal reward for you: the first-rate martial art, Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand."
Li Changfeng suddenly understood and smiled. "Thank you for the reward, Arhat Hall Leader!"
"No need to thank me! You earned this! If anyone should be thankful, it should be me. You won first place for Arhat Hall, something that hasn't happened in many years. You did extremely well!"
"You flatter me, Arhat Hall Leader! As a disciple of Arhat Hall, it is only right that I contribute to Arhat Hall."
"Hahaha! Li Changfeng, you're quite good. Senior Brother Fu Hu, you truly took in a fine disciple!"
With that, the Arhat Hall Leader left directly. After a few flashes of movement, he vanished into the distance.
Li Changfeng had just returned to his room when he saw seventeen burly men standing there in neat formation. They bowed slightly. "Welcome our Sixth Brother, champion of the Subduing Tiger Hall tournament!"
Li Changfeng was slightly stunned. "What are you all doing? We're brothers here, there's no need for this. It's only first place, no need to make such a big fuss!"
The eldest brother raised an eyebrow. "Oh? You don't appreciate it, kid? We went to all this trouble to celebrate for you, and what kind of expression is that?"
The second brother stammered, "That's