"Okay." Master Lu thought about it over and over again and confirmed that there was no trap. No matter how bad his son was, he had already accepted a few apprentices. He was just still pursuing his qualifications and his skills were up to standard.

He asked Zhao Chongshan and the others to sit down with confidence, glanced at the shocked primary apprentice: "Go, call your master down."

Boss Song, who was watching the show silently, also sat down, trying to reduce his presence.

I felt very strange in my heart: Didn’t these two people come to ask for golden nanmu? Why did they compare? Where is the wood, don’t want it?

Fortunately, Master Lu was all focused on Zhao Fang and the others, so he really didn't notice him.

After a brief exchange, Fang Yi also explained seriously: "The post was based on the rules of the industry. My brothers and sisters come to the door. As long as one of the Lu family can defeat us once, we will lose."

"So that's how it is." Master Lu nodded with a stern face and said with a tentative look: "In fact, most of these old rules have been abandoned now. However, Master Lu is indeed the same as the rumors, always sticking to these red tape."

"What Master has always taught us is that etiquette should not be abolished." Fang Yi was neither humble nor arrogant, and choked Master Lu with one sentence.

If he wants to say that there is no need to abide by this breaking the rules, it means that he does not understand etiquette.

A man in his thirties walked downstairs, and carved it out with Master Lu in the same mold, all of which looked mean: "You just want to compete with me? Have you even handed over a famous post?"

Without waiting for Zhao Chongshan to answer, he frowned and said without any concealment: "You are too young, and it seems like I bullying you when you talk about it. In this way, let my apprentice play with you. You are just about the same age."
Chapter completed!