Martial arts, starting from playing Feng Yuxiu!

"Papa...``..."

"Layman Ding is so energetic!"

Li Lingchen applauded without hesitation, showing his appreciation.

The others applauded, watching Jiang Chen's Ding Xiu's murderous aura, his heart trembled.

Jiang Chen pulled out the sword, walked forward, flicked the Qingfeng sword out of his hand, and flew into the scabbard.

Glancing at those young people, he asked lazily, "Is the filming over?"

Several young people nodded quickly, with a little fear on their faces.

Three days later, the promotional video was urgently produced and quickly put on major websites and some billboards.

In the video, Li Lingchen's body is full of immortality, and his whole body is full of immortality, just like a fairy.

But Ding Xiu's face was stern, and his whole body was full of murderous aura, which was very frightening.

The moves of the two have their own merits.

Li Lingchenwu's sword move was fast and steady, very lethal, and very skillful.

Ding Xiu's swordsmanship...

It's not so much swordsmanship, it's better to say it's saber technique, the moves are simple, the force is very ingenious, and every move is very standard.

As soon as the promotional video came out, it immediately became popular in the martial arts circle.

"In recent years, Chinese martial arts have declined. This is the hope of the new era. I must let my grandson go!"

"Fuck, this sword technique is really fake, it looks very powerful!"

"I've already signed up. I heard that the number of places is limited, so hurry up and take a seat!"

……

Half a month later, the three-day enrollment period began, and the martial arts school was very crowded with people coming and going.

A few bald monks walked into the inner courtyard, attracting everyone's attention.

"I heard that Daoist Ling Chen is very skilled, I wonder if I can ask the poor monk for advice!"

There was internal force in the voice, and it was instantly diffused.

Those who signed up and tourists were instantly attracted.

Li Lingchen came out of the hall in a gray Taoist robe with a puzzled look on his face.

"Who is your Excellency?"

The head monk took a step forward and said proudly: "The poor monk is the great disciple of Abbot Zhiwen of Shaolin Temple, Wukong!"

"Pfft..."

As soon as this remark came out, there was laughter all around.

A child grabbed his mother and asked: "Mom, mother, why is Wukong a monk? Isn't he a monkey?"

There was another round of laughter all around.

The faces of Wukong and the monks behind him turned livid in an instant, and a burst of anger arose in their chests. Due to the crowd, they did not dare to explode, and smiled, "Little benefactor, Wukong is the name of a poor monk, not Sun Wukong!"

"Master Wukong, the martial arts school is enrolling students today, and the business is busy. I'm afraid I don't have time to take care of the master. I will teach you another day!"

"' ¨The students who came to report have only seen Daoist kung fu in the video. Today's enrollment is just for everyone to see and see. Isn't it the fulfillment of everyone's wish!"

Hearing this, everyone was a little eager to try, and the person standing in the front shouted: "Daoist Lingchen, we are very yearning for your Wukong, why don't you let us all take a look, it doesn't matter if you waste a little time!"

"Yes, Daoist, you can try it with this monk!"

Seeing this, Li Lingchen could only nod his head and said, "If that's the case, the poor will show their shame!"

He clasped his fists at Monk Wukong and said, "Master Wukong, please enlighten me!"

The corner of Wukong's mouth twitched into a sinister smile, and one hand became a claw.

"Please enlighten me!"

……

Wukong's eagle claws suddenly struck at Li Lingchen's vitals, very viciously.

Li Lingchen remained calm in the face of danger, his sword was out of its sheath, he made a feint, dodged behind Wukong, and stabbed him in the back.

As if he had expected Li Lingchen to make this move a long time ago, the eagle claw clamped down on the Qingfeng sword, and turned to attack Xiasanlu with his feet. At the same time, the other hand was secretly accumulating strength, and the driver (Nuo Wang Zhao) sent it out.

Startled, Li Lingchen dodged the attack, broke free from the pinched Qingfeng sword, and slapped Wukong with his palm.

The two palmed each other, and the distance instantly separated...

……

Bang!

Two palms facing each other!

Palms collide!

Dusty in an instant!

……

The onlookers broke into a cold sweat for Li Lingchen.

Wukong's moves are coherent, powerful, deadly and extremely vicious.

It's not at all like a move that a monk who is compassionate to all living beings can use.

Half an hour has passed, three hundred moves have been passed, and there is still no winner.

"Shaolin Kungfu is really broad and profound, I am ashamed to be poor! Let's call it a day!"

Wukong's face was a bit ugly, the gap between him and Li Lingchen was still a bit big, it seems that the only way to let the master do it!

"Daoist Ling Chen is absurd, I lost, the poor monk will come to ask for advice at another time."

As soon as the words were finished, Ding Xiu, played by Jiang Chen, looked at him leisurely from the corner of the eye at the entrance of the main hall. .

Chapter 116

"Daoist Ling Chen, why is that person here?" His expression was a little angry.

"He is the instructor of our martial arts school, recruiting students today!"

"This person who killed my Shaolin Temple elder is a very evil person. How can he be an instructor here? Isn't it harmful to others and himself?"

"Layman Ding is very skillful and has known me for a long time. He is not the evil person you said. I am afraid there is some misunderstanding in this!

It is related to the reputation of the martial arts school, so Master Wukong please speak carefully! "

Suddenly, Ding Xiu, played by Jiang Chen, walked over and looked at Wukong with vague eyes.

Immediately, Wukong's hairs stood on end, he couldn't help taking a few steps back, cupped his fists and said, "Daoist Ling Chen, I'm sorry to disturb you today, so farewell!"

After speaking, the monks rushed out of the inner courtyard in embarrassment without looking back.

After all, Ding Xiu, played by Jiang Chen, has a bad reputation, and he might want to kill someone.

Ding Xiu looked at the figures of Wukong and the others fleeing in embarrassment, and let out a sneer.

"The coward!"

Ding Xiu's influence on the monks of Shaolin Temple was very good before he met Master Kongwen and those bald monks just now.

Kindness and compassion are synonymous with Shaolin monks.

but……

These people don't know whether they are pretending to deliberately ruin Shaolin's reputation or whether Shaolin is really in decline.

The impression of Shaolin is lost!

Especially Master Kongwen, whose sinister, ghost-like face is still remembered to this day.

If you encounter this group of people next time, you will definitely not let them go.

Enrollment is a three-day period, and three days later.

Li Lingchen looked at the thick and collapsed list in his hand, and showed a relieved smile.

A total of more than 6000 people came to the martial arts school to sign up, half of them were children under the age of 10, about 1000 were teenagers under the age of 16, and the rest were all people who came here admiringly.

Ding Xiu is in charge of teaching the sword technique, and his Qi family sword is superb.

As the principal, Li Lingchen is in charge of basic skills.

……

In a wing room of Shaolin Temple.

Wukong and others knelt at the feet of Master Kongwen, crying.

"Master, then Li Lingchen's injury is probably almost healed. The disciple fought against him three hundred times, and he didn't lose the slightest bit. Moreover, his Taoist temple was very popular on the day of recruiting students. If this continues, there will be no one left in our Shaolin Temple. !"

Master Kongwen's face was gloomy, he clenched his fists, his eyes flickered.

After a while, he said: "Let them be arrogant for a while, and wait for the presiding brother to come out to make them look good. The temple has recruited a new batch of disciples, who are still young, so you can take them with you for now."

……

After the martial arts school is ready, it will start soon.

Ding Xiu was taking care of some older social youths, and it wasn't that he was very obedient to discipline.

On the first day of class, I received a challenge.

"Instructor, how old are you? I'm afraid you're not as old as I am!" A shaggy, unshaven burly man stepped forward to provoke Ding Xiu.

Ding Xiu frowned and glanced up and down.

"It's a lot of age, and the martial arts attainment is still so poor. If you have the spare time to provoke me, why not recognize yourself first!"

Under the crowd, there were more than 100 people watching. The strong man's face was flushed, and he felt that his face was very uncomfortable.

Seeing that Ding Xiu is thin and young, he looks easy to bully.

The strong man immediately stepped forward, blocked in front of Ding Xiu, and said fiercely and provocatively: "Little baby, when we were messing around in the rivers and lakes, you didn't know where you were! There is a kind of one-on-one challenge with me. If you beat me, I will recognize you!" Be an instructor."

Ding Xiu showed a piercing smile, facing more than 100 people in front of him.

"Who else is unconvinced, let's go together!"

The brawny man felt that he was a bit overbearing, so he clenched his fist and slammed at Ding Xiu's face.

"Little baby, let me talk after I win first!"

Ding Xiu calmly bent over to dodge the attack, his eyes still looking at the more than 100 people in the audience.

Seeing that Ding Xiu looked down on him so much, the strong man became even more angry and directly attacked Ding Xiu's chassis.

However, before his leg touched Ding Xiu, he felt a burst of pain.

Ding Xiu stepped on the strong man's leg under his foot.

The strong man was shocked by the strength of Ding Xiu's feet.

My own leg was stepped on under my feet, as if it was broken, and I was sweating coldly from the pain.

After all, he spent money to learn Chinese martial arts, Ding Xiu didn't do anything cruel, just cast him a contemptuous look, and then let go.

"Who else wants to enlighten me, speed, after enlightenment, go to class!"

There was no sound in the arena. Most of them were on the same level as strong men, and some of them might not even be as strong as strong men.

"As far as this three-legged cat kung fu, I have the nerve to say that my kung fu is a national art, I am ashamed for you!"

Scanning the venue, he said in a deep voice, "Let's go to class!"

With a roar, no one dared to make a sound, and the honest zama step was connected with the most basic chop!cut!prick!

In less than a month, a group of old men with lofty hearts were subdued by Ding Xiu, and everyone made progress to some extent.

The decline of national martial arts is the saddest thing for Ding Xiu.