"Be serious! It's class! Master Yuantong finally saved himself with the help of the class bell, and he felt that he probably would not be disgraced again in the future, because he had already lost all his face in the rest of his life today......

Master Yuantong has always taken the tough guy route, and he thinks that he will always be so hard, and he will be tough until he dies.

However, he never expected that people in their forties would become little fresh meat overnight, and they still took the sexy route......

Master Yuantong's heart was almost broken, and it was nothing compared to what the Shaolin faction would do with him.

But Master Yuantong felt that he could save him again, because he believed that he would become like this, and it must be because of Murong Kunpeng.

Master Yuantong remembered very well that the first pot of Chinese medicine boiled by Murong Kunpeng was kicked over by him, and then the school went down to the gatehouse, Uncle Qin and the master of instinct were not spared, all of them vomited and diarrhea all night plus a morning.

And the second pot of Chinese medicine boiled by Murong Kunpeng was drunk by him, and then he vomited up and down again, and the pores of his body kept burrowing black mud out, tossing until the middle of the night, and then as soon as he closed his eyes and opened them, he became a little fresh meat of the sissy......

No one would believe him because he drank a pot of Murong Kunpeng's traditional Chinese medicine soup and turned into a little fresh meat, but maybe Master Yuantong had always been suspicious of Murong Kunpeng, but he was convinced of it, and he firmly believed that since Murong Kunpeng could turn him into a little fresh meat overnight, there must be a way to turn him back into old bacon overnight.

So he came, pretending to be here to listen to the lecture, but in fact, his attention was on Murong Kunpeng alone. Although he could have waited until after class to find Murong Kunpeng, he was not in the mood for anything, he just wanted to stay here.

Brother Courier won't even change his sexual orientation, right? Murong Kunpeng secretly glanced at Master Yuantong out of the corner of his eye, and Master Yuantong looked at him with lustful eyes from time to time, and Murong Kunpeng's heart was furious, and he always felt that he was being targeted by the chrysanthemum thief.

"Probably all the students have heard that our precept academy is a place to punish disciples who have broken the precepts, and the main practice is all kinds of grasping hands and rods.

"The purpose of practising the grappling is to keep the vows, that is, to surrender the disciples who have broken the vows. The purpose of practicing the rod is to keep the law, that is, to punish the disciple who has broken the vows. ”

Master Yuanfang faced the students standing in several rows, and his shriveled and thin body erupted into a deafening voice:

"For example, [Flower Grabber], [Dragon Claw Grab], [Twelve Dragon Grabs], [Pumen Staff Method], [Pilu Whip Method], ......"

"Wow......" The students' eyes lit up when they heard this, each of these martial arts is a famous name, and they have not been in vain in the past four years of college, but Master Yuanfang's next sentence sent them into the cold palace.

"I can't teach you any of this!" The corners of Master Yuanfang's mouth tugged at a meaningful smile: "You are not Shaolin disciples, you can't learn Shaolin seventy-two stunts." But it doesn't matter, as a teacher, I can also teach you [Shaolin Seventy-two Arts] ......"

"Alas......" The students sighed in unison, Shaolin 72 stunts are all powerful martial arts, what the hell is Shaolin 72 arts?

"Teacher!" 100,000 couldn't help but raise his hand on tiptoe: "Can our lay disciples learn the Shaolin Seventy-two stunts?" ”

"Not really!" Master Yuanfang with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks laughed like a mouse: "But the seventy-two arts of Shaolin are the basis for cultivating the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin, and if the seventy-two arts of Shaolin are learned, the cultivation of the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin will be twice the result with half the effort in the future."

"If you want to learn the Shaolin 72 stunts, don't despair, the teacher will select those who are destined for the Buddha from among you, personally shave for him, lead him into my Buddhism, and become an official Shaolin disciple After you can pass on his Shaolin 72 stunts!"

If you don't squeak when you shrink your neck, you can be a lay disciple, but you really want him to become a monk...... He's still a chicken!

As for Murong Kunpeng, he never thought about such a thing as becoming a monk, the Murong family is the only seedling of him, and the whole family points to him from top to bottom, and even if he passes on his Shaolin seventy-two stunts, he can't learn it......

Master Yuanfang thought that he would definitely respond enthusiastically when he threw such a large bait, but there was not even a single response, which was very embarrassing.

Fortunately, Master Yuanfang was not in vain, and he skillfully changed the topic: "Let's talk about the grappler first, half of the grappler's kung fu is on the fingers!" ”

After saying that, Master Yuanfang beckoned to the warrior monk he had already arranged, and the two warrior monks immediately worked together to move a steel plate.

It was a steel plate about five centimeters thick, and two warrior monks carried it on one side, like a screen separating Master Yuanfang from the students.

The students were suspicious, but they suddenly heard a "ding" sound of gold and iron, and saw that a finger actually penetrated through the steel plate!

Awesome my Rounds! The students couldn't help but gasp, their fingers practiced to this extent, so it wasn't poking who and who died?

The face of the student who was poked in the chest by Master Yuanfang was like earth: Thank you Master for not killing!

Master Yuanfang pouted and walked around to the front of the steel plate, glanced at the stunned students proudly, and clasped the remaining four fingers with his thumb, and popped them out in turn like playing a pipa, only to hear a series of crisp sounds of "Ding Ding Ding Ding" -

Four deep grooves appeared on the steel plate, which were actually bounced out by him with the force of his fingernails popping out!

Master, please take our knees! The students gasped again, if this is a bullet and a brain break, their heads will be shattered, right?

The student who was shot by Master Yuanfang trembled: Thank you Master for not killing!

Master Yuanfang waved his hand, and the two warrior monks removed the hard-working steel plate, and another warrior monk brought a lantern.

Then the lights in the practice room were turned off, and only this lantern illuminated the face of Master Yuanfang's sharp-beaked monkey cheeks.

This practice room was already gloomy, and the candlelight in the lantern reflected Master Yuanfang like a ghost, and the students all subconsciously held their breath, staring wide-eyed, waiting to see what kind of kung fu Master Yuanfang would show next.

Master Yuanfang grinned, stretched out a finger, and pointed sharply at the candle in the lantern after five paces.

The candle flame was extinguished, and the practice room was dark in an instant, and the students who were highly concentrated invariably let out a ghost cry wolf howl.

In the next moment, the practice room was lit up again, and the students hurriedly covered their eyes, and after adapting to the strong light, they all looked at the lantern tacitly, but they were extremely shocked to find that the lantern paper was intact!

This time all the students were terrified: thank you Master for not killing!