I have many teachers

Chapter 166 New Martial Arts (22)

Wang Anfeng, who didn't know that a big battle was about to break out in Shaolin Temple, stepped forward to salute several teachers, then walked up to the scribes, solemnly saluted juniors, and said:

"I just thanked you for your suggestion, sir."

Although the middle-aged man who just stood by Yu Wen's side was born in a battle formation, he seems to have practiced some kind of martial arts secret technique, and his murderous aura is restrained very well. If the scribes hadn't reminded him with the method of sound transmission thousands of miles away, he certainly would not have way to find out.

At that time, the opportunity will be lost, and people will control everywhere. If you want to get out so easily, I am afraid it will be impossible.

The scribe nodded, as if he didn't care about such trivial matters. It seemed that someone else was exhausted because of the cross-border sound transmission. He tapped lightly on the armrest of the bamboo chair a few times, and suddenly spoke, as if ordering road:

"Your elbow today failed to defeat your opponent."

"I will punish you to practice Shaolin Changquan for three hours in Tongren Lane, do you have any objections?!"

Wang Anfeng was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and then remembered the brief fight with Xuan Zhu in the alley just now.Recalling that his "reverse elbow breaking" with [-]% strength fell on Xuan Zhu, and he only broke up his posture, but failed to push him back. Only then did he realize what the scribes were referring to. Some feelings inevitably surfaced in my heart.

During this period of time, I have been fighting the enemy with swordsmanship, but I have never noticed...

The young man sighed slightly.

When did the Shaolin Changquan, which was originally regarded as a reliance, only be used to interfere with the opponent's actions?

Suppressing the distracting thoughts in his heart, Wang Anfeng clasped his fists and replied:

"Don't dare."

"Junior obeys."

After saying that, he lowered his hands, straightened up, and turned around to go to Shaolin Tongren Alley, using the images left by the original "Shaolin disciples" to hone his own martial arts.

It's just that I don't know how long it can last against the enemy purely with Shaolin Changquan moves.

On the bluestone, Yuanci's voice of chanting sutras stopped at some point, and the speed of the rosary in his hand slowed down more and more, as if he was in deep thought, his eyes were slightly closed.

The scribe glanced at the monk, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and suddenly said:

"By the way, kid, what's the name of the trick you used today?"

Wang Anfeng didn't know what Mr. Ying meant by asking this question, but when he heard the question, he still replied respectfully:

"Sir, it's Shaolin Changquan's 'Reverse Elbow' move, what's wrong?"

The scribe waved his hand and said:

"It's okay, you can go."

"Yes……"

Wang Anfeng was a little puzzled, he responded, then turned around and left. At this time, his martial arts were getting better and he was going to other peaks, and he didn't need the help of his masters. He used lightness kung fu as a practice, and he disappeared in an instant. .

After about a moment, Yuan Ci let out a cold snort, and also got up from the bluestone, without looking at the scribe, he performed lightness kung fu and left on his own. Wu Changqing looked up at the monk's back, stroked his beard and said with a smile:
"If Mister wants to remind Grandmaster, just say it bluntly. Why do you need to provoke him so much?"

The scribe put away the expression on his face, only sneered and said nothing.

Seeing his expression, Wu Changqing knew that he couldn't ask anything, so he shook his head helplessly, and took the initiative to change the subject, saying:

"Speaking of which, the old man is still unclear about one thing."

The scribe glanced at him and said succinctly:

"Say."

The old man was already familiar with his nature, so he didn't take it seriously, he just smiled and said:

"Then Mr. Yizhen only used one? I don't know what is the plan for the remaining one? Is it going to be refined into a pill? Or is it going to be turned into a weapon?"

"Although Feng'er's swordsmanship is powerful, if the weapon in his hand is cut off by someone, he may be in a disadvantageous situation. This move must be guarded against..."

A scornful expression appeared on the corner of the scribe's mouth, he shook his head and said:

"I have a use for the treasure, but as for the weapon?"

"Heh... If someone can cut off the 'dramatic weapon' and replace him with the best weapon, there is only one dead end."

Wu Changqing was startled for a moment, and then a look of understanding appeared on his face, he stroked his beard and stopped worrying.

The weapons used by players in the plot have never broken.

Even if he faced the full blow of the top evil masters in the cutscenes of the plot, there was never a slight gap. On the game forum back then, it was the same as "the disciples of the righteous way said that they were chivalrous when they met everyone. Why did the package contain There is a "plot bug" in which the "Jie dart flag" is juxtaposed.

The old man glanced at the scholar who was lazily reclining on the bamboo chair, and couldn't help admiring in his heart.

Even this subtlety is exploited early on.

As expected...

At this point in the mind, it was instinctively stopped.

He has been wandering in this river and lake all his life, even now he knows about this river and lake, in this world, decades of love and hatred, whip and horse are nothing but an illusory dream in life, but when he thinks of that behemoth , the old man still trembled a little in his heart.

Looking up at the corner, the sky was transformed into the warm afternoon sun. The scribe in Tsing Yi closed his eyes slightly, leaned lazily on the bamboo chair, and tapped the armrest with his fingers, as if playing the time of "Qing Ping Diao" , black hair slipped from the temples, exuding a lazy and calm posture all over his body.

The rumored leader is actually the same person as the sexually twisted, blue-clothed scribe lazily basking in the sun?
Although they had known each other for a long time, Wu Changqing still couldn't believe it.

I can only sigh with emotion, the world is so big, there are no surprises.

There are some perks to living longer.

Although there are more disadvantages...

The old man stroked his beard, looked at the lazy scribe over there, and suddenly felt a little sleepy, and lay back on the recliner, looking at the illusioned sky on the sky, his thoughts diverged.

Master Yuanci should be preparing to teach Feng'er a deeper level of martial arts.

It's time for me to teach him some of Yaowanggu's advanced martial arts... The Spirit Snake Seeking Gap Whip is nothing to Feng'er now.

It's just that I don't know what martial arts Master Yuanci will teach him, so it's better not to repeat them.

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Shaolin Temple Tongren Lane.

The clear and clear chime of the bell swept across the corridor. Wang Anfeng stood on the spot with his arms folded in front of him. The golden-red text on his bare skin slowly faded away, and hidden on the young body, a figure passed in front of him. He retreated extremely quickly and stood seven steps away.

It was a young man, wearing only a pair of black trousers, with flowers blooming on his bare upper body, green dragon crossed his arms, black hair tied with a straw rope in a ponytail and hanging down his shoulders, the corners of his mouth seemed to be always smiling, and he looked upright and unrestrained. Time is slowly dissipating.

When they fought just now, their moves seemed simple and straightforward, but they were powerful, masculine and majestic, and the sound of dragons could be heard, which was something Wang Anfeng had never seen or heard before. In the travel notes, I have never heard of such a fierce fist and palm kung fu.

A voice echoed in the Tongren Lane.

"Wang Anfeng, the challenge failed."

All the bright candles on both sides of the corridor were extinguished silently, and the closed door was opened. Wang Anfeng exhaled, and lowered his arms. The action involved the injury, and the tingling sensation made the boy grin.

Even in Shaolin Temple, the recovery from the injury is much faster than in the Academy, but the pain will not be reduced by half.

After rubbing several acupoints, the young man turned around and walked outside. He really didn't understand why Mr. Ying would suddenly arrange for him an opponent to hone his boxing skills.

As soon as he walked out of the door, Wang Anfeng saw Yuan Ci in a gray monk's robe, standing not far from the door, it seemed that he had been here for a long time, he hurriedly stepped forward to pay respects, but his arms were injured, and his movements were slight out of shape.

Yuan Ci frowned slightly, and after hearing the young man's explanation, he raised his eyes to look at the lonely peak, narrowed his eyes slightly, and took a few breaths before retracting his eyes, turned to look at Wang Anfeng who was a little confused, raised his hand to caress the top of the young man's head, and said slowly :
"It doesn't matter, today... Master taught you a new martial art, which is no worse than his."

"It is the first palm method of my Buddhist sect. It will never end. It will only be achieved when it is just and full of enlightenment and becomes the ultimate emptiness."

"Its name is Prajna Palm."

PS: The second one is here.

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