Each of them learns a move, which is the most suitable move for them, and even on this move, they have been bathing for more than ten years, or even decades, and it can be said that they have mastered a move to the point of perfection.

can look at Su Han in front of him, it is clearly the first time to practice, but every move he makes and every move he performs is like taking a bath for many years!

Isn't that incredible?

What's more, some people looked at Su Han's movements, and they even had some feelings, and compared with their own moves, they could see some differences.

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

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

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

At this moment, Su Han was completely immersed in his own world, without realizing at all that he had become the focus of everyone, and he still played one hundred and eight moves, which was already the ninth time......

"Whoa——!

Everywhere the fist went, there was an afterimage crossing, and the movements were clearly very slow, but it made people feel that they were extremely fast.

A fist explosion sounded!

There was a thud, and even the space was slightly distorted.

"This is the evolution of speed and slowness?" One of the monks' eyes lit up, staring at Su Han's fist, as if he had seen some surprise, and there was a hint of excitement on his originally serious face.

The original well-like face has never changed emotionally, but it is difficult to suppress it at the moment.

He hurriedly threw a punch, exactly the same as Su Han's moves, following Su Han's movements, and with a bang, there was even a punch explosion, but compared to Su Han, his voice was weaker.

"It's done!"

The people around were even more stunned.

They all stared at Su Han, and when they saw that Su Han played the same moves as themselves, they stared at it carefully, referring to the comparison, comparing them with the moves they had practiced for many years, and they didn't let go of every detail.

For a while, Su Han seemed to have become a textbook, he casually played this one hundred and eight style, the surrounding monks stared at it one by one, and the picture in the courtyard suddenly became a little different.

In the distance, two figures stood there, merging with the air around them, and no one outside could see them.

"It's incredible. ”

"Vajra Arhat Fist is the treasure of my Wuliang Temple, how can this kid know it? Don't tell me, he just watched it all morning. ”

"Don't you forget, we've been staring at him all morning. ”

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

Rao is that they have experienced ups and downs, have seen too many big scenes, and have seen too many young talents, but they have never seen a guy who is so talented.

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

Even if you only learn one trick, you need to soak in the bath for many years, and spend a lot of time and energy to study and ponder.

Su Han completely broke this routine.

"If the Tiger King didn't see it, he wouldn't believe it. One of the figures suddenly laughed, "You say, will he say that the two of us are insane?"

"He dared to say about us, but he didn't dare to say big brother. ”

Another figure said lightly, "The person that the eldest brother likes is really not simple. ”

Suddenly, the two men looked at each other and heard movement in their ears.

"I'm getting stiff on my old bones, and I've got something to do. A figure dissipated, "I'll go with the Tiger King to meet the guests, you guide this kid to the Bodhi tree, such a good opportunity, don't waste it." ”

As soon as the words fell, the two figures disappeared.

In the courtyard beside the ears of a group of monks, a sound sounded at the same time, as if struck by lightning, and immediately became serious, not daring to make a sound, as if stepping on cotton, quietly retreated.

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

Rustle rustle......

Su Han only felt the sound of leaves shaking in his ears, and a majestic wind blew gently, making his whole person feel refreshed.

The faint aroma is refreshing, penetrating through the pores of the body, and even the soul seems to float.

Su Han was still playing Vajra Arhat Boxing, over and over again, the whole person entered that state, and he didn't realize that he had changed places.

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

"Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a ......"

His fists, followed by chanting and chanting, became more and more powerful!

……

Outside the Temple of Immeasurables.

Crowded.

Listening to the wind, he looked at the fallen leaves and sand on the stone steps, and frowned slightly, especially the stone gate at the top of the stone steps, which had the three big characters of Wuliang Temple written on it, and he was a little hesitant in his heart.

"You're here, what else do you have to hesitate about. Looking at the rain, the judge said lightly.

He glanced at Tingfeng, "I'll wait for you to give the order." ”

"When ——!"

As soon as the words fell, in the Wuliang Temple, there was a bell, melodious and far-reaching, as if it came from thousands of miles away, echoing in everyone's hearts.

Listening to the wind and looking up, the mountain gate of Wuliang Temple slowly opened, and two rows of monks with long sticks in their hands ran out of the door quickly, standing on both sides, waiting for the battle!

"It's the Bronze Man!"

The black wood priest frowned, looking at the monks with half-body robes and golden skin, his face was a little worried, as soon as Wuliang Temple appeared, it was the famous bronze monks!

——!The bell rang again, and one hundred and eight bronze monks took a fighting posture one by one, their faces full of seriousness.

The people of the Light God Sect are all a little vigilant.

Even the chief of the Listening Wind Judge didn't expect that someone from Wuliang Temple would come out so soon, and he was not polite at all when he watched the battle.

He glanced up, and a figure stepped out of the mountain gate, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly: "King Golden-winged Peng!"

In front of the stone gate, a burly figure stepped out, wearing a golden flower feather, a robe looked imposing, those sharp eyes, sharp, with a kind of domineering contempt for the world!

"Long time no see, listen to the wind," King Golden-winged Peng glanced at Tingfeng and the others, and said lightly, "You four major judges, what about the other one?"

Hearing the words, listening to the wind, watching the rain and smelling the fragrance, his face changed slightly, and he sank directly.

Who doesn't know that the Peacock Ming King went crazy back then and killed a judge chief, leaving them with only three, and the Golden-winged Peng King said this as soon as he opened his mouth, didn't he deliberately slap them in the face!

"Hmph, what about the four Dharma Kings of your Wuliang Temple, is there only one left!"

"Are you looking for me?"

It's just that as soon as his words fell, the white-haired tiger king fell from the sky, stepped out, and a terrifying Xuan Qi erupted, shaking the sand and dust!

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