Who is Shizun? The seven kinds of movements that he has asked him to practice since he was a child almost encompass almost all the basic movements in the contemporary national art world! This is also amazing! But an even bigger mystery has emerged! When Zhang Ren was a child, he once asked several senior brothers about the origin of the Seven Star Gate. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info but those senior brothers said in unison that it was created by the master!

To be able to create this action, to be able to obtain the true core secrets of so many sects, can Shizun alone do it? And now that I think about it, there is something wrong with relying on the mountain villages built around the Seven Star Gate.

Although these villagers are smiling and very simple, the language they communicate with each other is very different from that of ordinary mountain villagers. More importantly, the daily necessities used in the homes of these villagers, such as electrical appliances and other things, are not far behind.

These things were all known to Zhang Ren after he went down the mountain, but how could such things exist in an isolated mountain village? One mystery after another kept appearing in Zhang Ren's mind, which made him vaguely feel that the destruction of the master might involve an extremely secret thing!

Why? All this why?

What everyone didn't expect was that Wu Hao actually got a set of videos of last year's National Guoshu Competition from the black market, which made Zhang Ren keep those doubts in his heart and study these things wholeheartedly! These things are like a treasure to Zhang Ren, he already knows the secrets of these Guoshu sects well, and then saw those elite disciples performing Guoshu martial arts in the video.

However, in just one night, he learned dozens of practical national martial arts! Because of this, in addition to making phone calls every day, Zhang Ren was completely immersed in practicing the basics with these people, and basically watched videos night after night.

Although there is a lot of time, Zhang Ren's real combat power is also increasing all the time, as for the extent reached, Zhang Ren himself is not clear!

There are two days left before the challenge of Zhou's family!

Zhang Ren ran into a very big trouble!

"Are you kidding!" Zhang Ren asked in disbelief as he looked at Bai Meng, who was full of anxiety.

Bai Meng glared at him deadly, and said with a solemn face: "The first German monk of Shaolin Luohan Hall has come to Jianghai, and he wants to find you to avenge his nephew!"

Just kidding!

Zhang Ren said twice: "His nephew broke the law, and I was wrong to help arrest him, does he have the ability to go to the police station to make trouble?"

But at the same time, Zhou Xianxian, who was dressed in a police uniform, also walked in from outside, and said with a serious face: "Zhang Ren, the German monk went to the police station just now, and he seems to know that you are hiding here, you should be there immediately!"

Zhang Ren was slightly stunned, but a fine light flashed in his eyes, and he said slowly: "The first seat of Shaolin Luohan Hall, so majestic, this is my home and my National Art Museum, why should I leave like a lost dog!"

Before the words fell, the gate in the distance suddenly let out a bang, and the two iron doors had already flown out upside down and smashed against the opposite wall!

A monk with a pimple on his face walked in from outside, he was about two meters tall, his figure was so burly, he could almost fit Zhou Tong into it, and he was still wearing a golden monk's robe, his hands showed a dark golden appearance, and he had obviously been practicing external skills for decades.

Zhang Ren frowned and said, "What kind of person?

The man turned his head, glanced at these people coldly, and said, "This monk is the first German monk in the Shaolin Luohan Hall, let Zhang Ren come out for me." ”

Zhang Ren glanced at the tall monk, and said helplessly: "You are the German monk, Zhang Ren was still here just now, but now he just left!"

The German monk's face changed and said, "Where did he go? Could it be that he has a weak heart?"

Zhang Ren shook his head helplessly and said: "I don't know about this, he said that there would be a monk here who is very good, he looked at it and left!"

The German monk was stunned for a moment, and the two tigers stared at Zhang Ren and said, "Are you teasing this Zen master?"

"Teasing?" Zhang Ren smiled coldly, and said lightly, "Before we settle the account, please count the money of my two gates, which are imported from the United States, each door is about five hundred dollars, adding up to one thousand dollars, but you are also a poor monk, I will count you five thousand Chinese dollars, right?"

What a figure the German monk is, ranking eighteenth on the list, even in Shaolin is a well-known big man, everywhere he goes, the disciples and grandchildren are welcome, but he never thought that when he came to a national art hall, not only did no one invite him to sit down and drink tea, but he even cared that he wanted to repair the door, which was simply unreasonable.

He opened his eyes and said: "Little doll, what kind of person are you, you dare to talk to this monk like this, you are not small!"

Zhang Ren didn't care at all, and snorted: "Your name is Defang, right? Shaolin monk, everyone remembered for me, he trespassed into a private house and didn't pay back the money. Tomorrow I will send it to the major newspapers, major magazines, especially the ****** lace tabloids, these people must be very interested in making up nonsense. ”

The German monk's face became more and more ugly, although he was not afraid of human eyes, but after going out once. The entire network and newspapers are news that he owes money and does not give it, and he must not be laughed at by those few Qing monks, and he will become a laughing stock in Shaolin in the future.

He snorted coldly and said, "Wait!"

As he spoke, he had already taken out a checkbook from his arms, wrote five thousand yuan, and handed it to the disciples of the Zhangjia Guoshu Pavilion and said, "It's okay this time, right?"

Zhang Ren nodded and said, "The account is cleared, you can go!"

The German monk's face sank and said, "Little doll, are you playing tricks on me? Zhang Ren is there? I want to find him!"

"Okay! I admit that I am Zhang Ren, but I don't accept the pursuit of men, especially an ugly man like you!" Zhang Ren said slowly when he saw that the time had come.

In an instant, the German monk's face turned pale, and his two fists, which were almost the size of a fan, creaked, and said with anger on his face: "Why did you wronged my nephew!"

Zhang Ren frowned, and said with an innocent face: "Your nephew, who is it?"

The German monk said with a gloomy face: "It is Shaolin Yonghe who was falsely accused by you of becoming Nie Zhen." ”

What the?

The expression on Zhang Ren's face was very exaggerated, and he said with a face full of surprise: "Isn't Shaolin Yonghe Nie Zhen? Are you kidding? This is what many police officers told me, if you ask, ask the police to go, ask me what are you doing?"

Ay!

The German monk's face sank, and his carrot-thick finger pointed at Zhang Ren and said angrily: "You kid are still playing with me?

Facing the fierce German monk, a sneer suddenly flashed at the corner of Zhang Ren's mouth, and he said lightly: "You Shaolin has never been a reasonable sect, isn't it?"

The pupils of the German monk contracted suddenly, and he whispered: "Amitabha, the poor monk will abolish you today!"