those years of rebirth

(asking for support...)

The hall of the Li family fell silent.

Li Hao stared at the three Indian monks with an ugly face and said indifferently: "Are you here to find fault?"

"The benefactor is too radical. Over the past few decades, there have been many exchanges between various schools of martial arts in the South Seas and our subcontinent. However, there are almost no fights with the ancient countries of the East. My uncle also wants to learn about the top masters of the East, the master of mythology... …to make up for the regrets of 50 years ago.”

Hui'an straightened his face and said solemnly, but in a blink of an eye he turned into an authentic warrior who pursued the ultimate in martial arts.

Tianxing kept his mouth shut, but his expression was sweeping unscrupulously.

Su Luo's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and looked at the middle-aged man standing at the entrance of the hall. It was the middle-aged man that Li Hao would call Uncle Rong.

"Please enlighten me!"

Su Luo didn't have anything else to say, just put his hands together, and whispered to Uncle Rong, his whole body was full of energy and blood, he could feel and see that the middle-aged man in front of him was stronger than Li Hao, and the energy and blood on his body were stronger than Li Hao's. It's only a little bit worse than myself.

In India, there is no division of the realm of mythology.

The realm of Sala is the Venerable Arhat in the orthodox Buddhism. It is rumored that the Buddha at that time was also at such a realm in martial arts, but his ideological realm was countless times higher.

"I haven't shot in 30 years!"

Uncle Rong said lightly: "I won't fight you. I didn't expect that you San still hide such a master. Old monk, you are a pure ascetic. I can see it. It's a pity that you were killed by your The juniors took advantage of it."

"Amitabha……"

Suo Luo shook his head and said: "Pursuing the ultimate in martial arts is an oath I made 50 years ago, and it will remain unchanged in this life."

"As for the purpose, I don't hear or ask."

Sala is indeed a pure monk.

Uncle Rong shook his head and said: "I'll go and report to that senior Wang, just wait a moment!"

After finishing speaking, Uncle Rong turned around and walked out. Li Hao wanted to call out, but he didn't.

Uncle Rong showed up just to frighten Suo Luo, don't let Suo Luo and others think that no one in the Li family can resist them, but he won't make a move. He won't make a move until the moment of life and death of the Li family.He went to call Wang Hengxiao himself now, also to show the background of the Li family.

It's not that there are no masters in mythology in Nanyang, there is one hidden in the Li family, but the world doesn't know it.

"Li Furong asked to see Senior Wang and reported something important."

Uncle Rong's full name is Li Furong, the standard name of a servant butler in the old society. The name brought blessings, and he came to the house arranged for Wang Hengxiao and said loudly.

The sound drifted through the house, and directly entered the ears of Wang Hengxiao and Xie Lisha in the innermost place.

Uncle Rong's eyes instantly became illusory, and a figure appeared in front of him out of thin air. It was Wang Hengxiao who he wanted to see. Wang Hengxiao looked at Uncle Rong with a serious face, and said lightly: "Just now I It seems that you are not simple, your blood and boxing artistic conception are higher than that of Li Hao's old man, I didn't expect that, as I guessed, you are the real trump card that you are hiding from home?"

Wang Hengxiao thought that Li Furong's coming to see him alone might have a purpose, to show the background and strength of the Li family?

"Senior misunderstood."

Li Furong shook his head hastily and said: "Three Indian monks came to challenge you just now. The old monk may have the strength of the Venerable Arhat. His hometown is not an opponent. The other party will challenge you by name."

"So you came to me? Hehe, you don't want to make a move?"

Wang Hengxiao looked at Li Furong, suddenly smiled and said: "You punch me, and I will bypass your fault."

"What's wrong?"

Li Furong said solemnly.

"The crime of concealment."

Wang Hengxiao punched in an instant.

Li Furong's complexion changed drastically. Unexpectedly, Wang Hengxiao really wanted to fight, and immediately crossed his hands in front of him, and a sharp aura burst out from his body, as if a sharp sword that had been hidden for many years suddenly came out of his body. They all dimmed in an instant.

The murderous air rushed out, and Wang Hengxiao felt a shady feeling covering his whole body. If he was an ordinary person, his whole body would be trembling, and all his hairs would stand on end.

This is the sofa spirit of a true kendo master.

Although Li Furong was the housekeeper of the Li family in the early years, he got the true biography of the Li family. He even learned swordsmanship from the great warlord Li Jinglin back then, fought in battles, and killed enemies.Later, he went to Nanyang with the Li family to live in seclusion, eliminate the hostility in his body, and concentrate on practicing boxing, combining boxing and swordsmanship, cultivating life and surname, sleeping for 50 years, and finally breaking the myth a few years ago.And in the past few decades, Li Furong only shot three times, and each time was the moment of life and death of the Li family. At other times, he was the existence of the Li family hidden in the dark and no one knew about it.

Even though he shot three times, no one knew of his existence, because the people who made him shoot were all dead.

As for the Li family, only Li Hao and Li Hao's brothers knew of his existence, and they would never spread it to the public.

His eyes are like swords, Li Furong gave up resisting, this is not his boxing, nor his swordsmanship, his boxing and swordsmanship has no defense, only killing the enemy, constantly attacking, I am invincible!

swoosh~

There was a howling piercing sound.

Li Furong's fist was like a sharp sword, and it collided head-on with Wang Hengxiao's fist with extremely sharp aura.

The Gang Qi on Wang Hengxiao's fist was dispersed for the first time, and the Gang Qi on Li Furong's fist also disappeared, and the strength of the fist also disappeared completely. His figure kept retreating, leaving a series of footprints under his feet.

"Not bad, not bad...Sword and boxing are integrated into one."

Wang Hengxiao looked at Li Furong appreciatively, followed up again, and said, "Look at my sword skills again!"

Just now, Wang Hengxiao's punch only used three-point force, which was almost equal to Li Furong's full-strength punch, which made Wang Hengxiao interested in the special strength of swordsmanship integrated into boxing, and felt the breath and artistic conception of Li Furong's body just now in his heart , and that special strength, once again punched out instantly.

Like a sword out of its sheath!

Come like a majestic king!

The kingly sword.

A general trend was suppressed in Li Furong's heart, and he was immediately timid before fighting, so he was three points weaker. He hurriedly backed away, knowing that he could not force it, and retreated with his feet. His fists changed their moves and strength, but they were authentic Taijiquan and Taijijian , and Bajiquan are all representatives of stamina.

bang~

Collision again.

Li Furong flew upside down, his face full of horror.

Because Wang Hengxiao's punch gave him the direct feeling of sharpness, relentlessness, and supreme majesty. This feeling is not understandable to outsiders. This is also the realm he has been pursuing, the breakthrough in the spiritual realm that he can Comprehend the true majesty and majesty of swordsmanship, and integrate it into boxing, each punch carries the momentum, which can directly crush the opponent's momentum and soul.

It's a pity that this is the state of the mind. Although boxing also pays attention to the cultivation of life and surname, not everyone can understand the state of the mind, such as the way of sincerity, such as the state of selflessness.

"Stop, I admire you!"

Li Furong willingly extended the etiquette to the juniors. He was a super martial artist who followed Li Jinglin back then. He has lived to this day. There are probably few people in the whole world who can make him submit. Because he is used to strong winds and waves, and has seen the country change. I have seen race wars, seen countless lives and deaths.

He had heard about Wang Hengxiao's legend and genius a long time ago. He watched Wang Hengxiao and Li Hao fight against each other in the hall before, and he felt that there was nothing surprising about it, except that his grasp of strength was at its peak.

Fighting at this time, and Wang Hengxiao instantly comprehended the strength and realm of the fusion of swordsmanship and boxing technique that he had only comprehended for 50 years, and he had to admire: evildoer!

"I admire you too. It seems that everyone has their own unique understanding. There are many martial arts families in Nanyang, such as Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. This time, we must experience it well."

Wang Hengxiao raised his palm, and suddenly swung towards a big tree hugged by one person over there.

snort~

With a crisp sound, the strong energy like a sharp sword cut the big tree with a two-finger deep imprint, which was neat and smooth.

Li Furong admired again in his heart, already a little numb, and thought, the second son was really born to learn martial arts, any martial arts will become easier in his hands.

"Let's go, go meet Ah San's Venerable Arhat. Last time in New York, several old monks ran away. Next time I have a chance to go to their temple."

Wang Hengxiao doesn't have much interest in Li Furong. It seems that the once-in-a-century era of martial arts explosion has come, and there are more mythological masters. Maybe Nanyang is not just Li Furong, a master of mythological masters. Who knows if there are other top ten families? No mythical masters to hide?

In Europe, where Wang Hengxiao has never been, who knows if there are hidden masters of myth?

Each of these mythical masters is a treasured book of martial arts, and they are also unique, special existences that have created unique boxing techniques.

same!

The thousands of years of martial arts inheritance passed down by the sub-dragons of India is not at all shorter than the history of China, and even in some traditions, their inheritance is longer and more profound.Especially in terms of religious inheritance, India's inheritance is the best in the world. Hinduism is one of the three major religions in the world. The number of believers is second only to Islam and Islam. India also has the fourth largest religion in the world. Buddhism.

Wang Hengxiao is not interested in their religious ideas and ignorance of the people. What interests him is their martial art boxing that has been passed down for thousands of years. There are definitely some special mysteries. Maybe no one can compare with it, even the Chinese martial arts inherited from the previous year cannot be compared with it.

With this in mind.

Wang Hengxiao came down to the front hall under the leadership of Li Furong. Li Hao sat in the upper seat and drank tea. At this time, he had adjusted his breath and his face was calm.

The old monk Suoluo stood quietly in the middle, with his hands clasped together, his eyes slightly closed, his lips moving slightly, as if he was chanting sutras, but there was no sound coming out, his figure was still tall and tall, and there was no trace of a hundred-year-old monk old state.

But before Wang Hengxiao and Li Furong entered the door, the old monk Miluo opened his eyes in an instant, looking at the door like a torch, with an almost real light, everyone felt their eyes brightened, and then It disappeared, thinking it was an illusion.

"Old Nasara, I have seen the benefactor."

Su Luo looked at Wang Hengxiao and said in a loud voice, the voice was rolling, but it was getting louder and louder, and the echoes were constantly echoing in the ears of other people around.

bang bang bang...

All the tables and chairs began to tremble.

hum hum...

Intense sound waves swelled invisible in the small hall, and the two monks Hui'an and Tianxing hurriedly closed their eyes and recited scriptures, looking a little better.

Li Hao could barely resist, while the other masters of the Li family all blushed and bled from their orifices, and hurriedly left the hall, everyone's faces were full of fear.

"Good trick!"

Wang Hengxiao clapped his hands and said solemnly.

Li Furong came to Li Hao's side very ghostly, the master and servant did not speak, just watched quietly.

hum~

As soon as Wang Hengxiao's words fell, the echoing sound waves in the hall suddenly disappeared, and the trembling tables, chairs and benches all fell silent in an instant. He looked at the old monk Miluo. You can see the blood-red light around him, just like the halo carried by the legendary Arhat in Indian Buddhism.

Sure enough, there are ways.

"Old monk, if you don't recite scriptures and practice meditation well, and come to this muddy water, aren't you afraid that you will escape into the world of mortals and not be able to turn back?"

Wang Hengxiao walked in and asked: "I still plan to go to your India in time to take a good look at your temple scenery and inherit martial arts. I didn't expect you to come to me first. Forget it, let's deal with you first." .”

"The almsgiver has a picture." Su Luo said indifferently: "This place is my Buddha's shrouded territory, and you are an intruder."

"Haha... I'm an intruder?"

Wang Hengxiao shook his head, and never took his eyes off the old monk Mira. He had seen many powerful Indian warriors, such as God Statue Fist, Yoga Fist, and Dead Wood Fist.

However, the aura of this old monk is somewhat mysterious, exuding a strong vitality, like a dead tree in spring, exuding vitality from the inside out, like a second burst of life, unstoppable.

At the same time, there is also a powerful artistic conception of boxing hidden!

"You are Wang Hengxiao?"

Hui'an opened his eyes, as if he didn't believe it. Although the legendary Wang Hengxiao was not very old, he was a boy, but he really saw such a boy appearing in front of him, and he was also called the world's number one master. Some people feel incredible and want to hear negative language from the other party's mouth.

However, Wang Hengxiao nodded, naturally he would not deny it.

"Okay, my uncle wants to challenge you. If you lose, you will never be able to set foot in Nanyang!"

Huian hurriedly shouted loudly.

"Then you lost?"

Wang Hengxiao asked back.

Hui'an and Tianxing were taken aback for a moment. They never thought that the uncle like the Buddha in the legend would lose. They spent a lot of effort to bring out the uncle Mira who was practicing in the deep mountains. Then Hui'an reacted, Said: "We lost, let you deal with it."

"It's not good for me to deal with you, and your uncle won't do anything for me, and you two are trash in my eyes."

Wang Hengxiao said bluntly, looking at Hui'an and Tianxing with disdain.

"you!"

Both Hui'an and Tianxing stared at Wang Hengxiao angrily, and were about to charge up. Fortunately, Wang Hengxiao's legendary reputation prevented them from making a move.

"Then what do you want? It is impossible for my uncle to lose to you."

Hui'an said in a deep voice, "Big deal, I'll bet $1000 million."

"Hehe, do you think I will be short of money?"

Wang Hengxiao still looked at the two of them with disdainful idiot eyes, and when the two were about to go crazy, he finally said: "I won, you promise me a condition, when I go to your Yunxiang Temple , you must unconditionally open all the classics to me, including boxing techniques and scriptures."

After hearing this, Hui'an and Tianxing didn't care. They only stayed in the temple for a few years, and they didn't have any interest in the scriptures in the Tibetan scripture pavilion. If he is not interested, he just nodded and said: "Okay, we promise you, you have to remember your promise, if you lose, you will not be able to set foot in Nanyang for the rest of your life."

Wang Hengxiao nodded.

Su Luo suddenly said: "The boxing scriptures written in the monastery cannot be shown to outsiders. This is the rule!"

Yunxiang Temple may not have much reputation in the world, and it is not considered a famous temple landscape in India. It is not as well-known as Nalanda Temple.

This is because Yunxiang Temple is located in the deep mountains, but it is a Buddhist temple with a history of more than 2000 years. Yes, the development process of the great religion that has become the world's surname until now.

There are many scriptures and documents recorded in it, which is an existence officially protected by India, but because the temple is now dilapidated, there are only a dozen people, and it is located in the deep mountains, the terrain is dangerous, so it has not been promoted.

"Old monk, if you want to fight with me, you can gamble on the lottery. That's it. Within three years, I will go to India to communicate with major martial arts schools. It will be time for you to fulfill your promise."

Wang Hengxiao said directly.

Hui'an and Tianxing whispered: "You haven't won yet!"

Su Luo's eyes burst into light suddenly, and he uttered a voice like Hong Zhong Da Lu, just like a Buddha narrating the truth: "Almsgiver, you are too aggressive and arbitrary, I'm afraid you will go astray sooner or later, and you can't turn back."

"Old monk, I am clear about my affairs. Take care of yourself and see if you can survive under my hands."

Looking at Mira, Wang Hengxiao thought to himself that it is no wonder that Buddhism can develop. With the appearance of this old monk, he can fool many ordinary people when he goes out, thinking that he is a master of Taoism.

In Indian history, Buddhism was able to rise rapidly under the rule of Brahmanism for thousands of years, and it was pushed to the rule of Brahmanism, becoming the state religion of several dynasties in India to compete with Brahmanism. It is definitely not a fluke or an accident. (To be continued.)