President Bingshan’s personal doctor

Chapter 2042 Under the Bodhi Tree
  Each of them learns a move that is most suitable for them, and after immersed in this move for more than ten years, or even decades, it can be said that they have studied the move they control to the point of perfection.

But looking at Su Han in front of him, it was clearly his first time practicing, but every move he made and every move he performed seemed like he had been immersed in it for many years!

This is too incredible, right?

What's more, some people even gained some insights after watching Su Han's movements. They could see some differences when comparing them with their own moves.

It seems that Su Han's moves are the most authentic, but he still lacks something.

The monks in the entire courtyard stopped, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Su Han at this moment.

Watching Su Han play over and over again, he was amazed.

At this moment, Su Han was completely immersed in his own world. He didn't realize at all that he had become the focus of everyone. He still used 1,808 moves for the ninth time...

"Crack-!"

Wherever the fist touched, there was an afterimage passing by. The movement was obviously very slow, but it gave people a feeling of being extremely fast.

A punch sounded!

With a bang, even the space was slightly distorted.

"Is this the evolution of speed?" One of the monks' eyes lit up and he stared at Su Han's fist, as if he saw some surprise. There was a hint of excitement on his originally serious face.

The ancient well-like face never showed any emotion, but it was hard to suppress it at this moment.

He quickly punched out, which was exactly the same as Su Han's move. He followed Su Han's movements, and with a bang, there was a punch explosion, but compared to Su Han, his voice was weaker.

"It's done!"

The people around were even more shocked.

They all stared at Su Han. When they saw that Su Han's moves were the same as their own, they stared at them carefully, compared them with the moves they had practiced for many years, and paid no attention to every detail.

For a moment, Su Han seemed to have become a textbook. He performed these 108 postures nonchalantly, while the surrounding monks stared at them one by one. The scene in the courtyard suddenly became a little different.

In the distance, two figures stood there, blending into the surrounding air. People outside could not see them at all.

"It's incredible."

"Vajra Arhat Fist is the most precious boxing skill of my Wuliang Temple. How did this kid know it? Don't tell me, he just watched it here all morning."

"Isn't it? Have you forgotten that we have also been staring at him all morning?"

The tone of the two people was full of disbelief, but more of curiosity and surprise.

Although they have experienced ups and downs, seen too many big scenes, and seen too many young talents, they have never seen a guy with such a strong talent.

What's more, as the Dharma King of Wuliang Temple, no one knows better than them how difficult it is to learn Vajra Arhat Fist. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many monks, each of whom can only learn one move.

Even if you only learn one move, it will take many years and a lot of time and energy to study and ponder.

Su Han completely broke this routine.

"If King Tiger didn't see it, he would definitely not believe it." One of the figures suddenly laughed, "Do you think he would say that we two are crazy?"

"He dares to talk about us, but he doesn't dare to talk about big brother."

Another figure said calmly, "The person that big brother likes is indeed not simple."

Suddenly, the two people looked at each other and heard noise in their ears. "My old bones are almost stiff. I have something to do." A figure disappeared, "I and Tiger King are going to meet the guests. You guide this kid to go under the bodhi tree. Don't waste such a good opportunity."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two figures disappeared.

A group of monks in the courtyard heard a voice at the same time, as if they were struck by lightning. They immediately became serious and did not dare to make a sound. They retreated quietly as if they were stepping on cotton.

And a figure appeared behind Su Han, stretched out a hand and waved, and the world spun in an instant, as if time and space were reversed, and the surrounding scene immediately changed.

rustling...

Su Han only felt the sound of swaying leaves coming from his ears, and a majestic wind blowing gently, making him feel refreshed.

The light aroma is refreshing, permeating through the pores of the body, and even the soul seems to be floating.

Su Han was still doing the Vajra Arhat Fist, over and over again, and his whole body entered that state, unaware that he had changed places.

Beside him, a Bodhi tree swayed gently in the wind.

"No Bodhi tree, nor stand mirror……"

His fists, following the chants and chants, became more and more powerful!
  ……

Outside Wuliang Temple.

Crowded.

Tingfeng looked at the fallen leaves and dust on the stone steps and frowned slightly, especially the stone gate at the top of the stone steps, which had the three characters Wuliang Temple written on it, and felt even more hesitant.

"We're already here, why do you have any hesitation?" Judge Kanyu said calmly.

He glanced at Tingfeng and said, "Wenxiang and I are waiting for your order."

"when--!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a bell sounded from Wuliang Temple, melodious and far-reaching, as if it came from thousands of miles away, echoing in everyone's heart.

Tingfeng looked up and saw that the mountain gate of Wuliang Temple slowly opened. Two rows of monks holding long sticks ran out of the door quickly and stood on both sides, ready!
  "It's the bronze man!"

Priest Heimu frowned and looked at the half-robed, golden-skinned monks with some worry on his face. Are the famous Bronze Man monks coming to Wuliang Temple?

"Dang——!" The bell rang again, and one hundred and eight bronze monks all assumed fighting postures, their faces full of seriousness.

The people of the Guangming Cult were all a little wary.

Even Judge Tingfeng did not expect that someone would come out of Wuliang Temple so quickly, and they would not be polite at all to watch the battle.

He looked up and saw a figure stepping out of the mountain gate. His pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly: "Golden Winged Peng King!"

In front of the stone gate, a burly figure stepped out, wearing a golden flower feather on his head and a robe that looked so powerful. His sharp eyes were extremely sharp, with a domineering air that looked down on the world!

"Long time no see, Tingfeng," King Jin-winged Peng glanced at Tingfeng and others, and said calmly, "Where is one of your four chief judges?"

Hearing the words, listening to the wind, watching the rain and smelling the fragrance, his face changed slightly and immediately darkened.

Who doesn’t know that King Peacock Ming went crazy and killed a chief judge, leaving only three of them? King Golden Wing Peng said this as soon as he opened his mouth, didn’t he mean to slap them in the face!
  "Hmph, what about the four great Dharma Kings of Wuliang Temple? Are you the only one left?" Judge Kanyu shouted loudly, showing no sign of weakness.

"Are you looking for me?"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the white-haired tiger king descended from the sky, stepped out, and a terrifying mysterious energy burst out, causing the sand and dust to fly!
  (End of this chapter)