Wang Anfeng looked at Libo who was laughing wildly with some confusion, the latter laughed for a moment, raised his hand and unceremoniously pressed it on his black hair and rubbed it vigorously, his face was still uncontrollable with a smile and joy, and said:

"Boy, go back to your Shaolin and ask your masters."

"How about the martial arts of the Thunder vein taught to you by the old man?"

Although he was ecstatic at the moment, he was still a charlatan in his bones, and he took his teacher very seriously, paused, and said:

"Although the old man is close to you, after all, it was your master who opened the door to martial arts for you, and if you want to teach you martial arts, you have to ask your master's opinion for both public and private affairs...... Hurry up, boy. ”

"The old man will reply tomorrow."

Wang Anfeng nodded, agreed, and saw that although it was getting dark outside, it was not yet late at night, so he rested, and simply got up to say goodbye, and wanted to go back first.

The young man went back to his house, sat cross-legged on the bed, didn't know how many questions he had in his heart, raised his right hand, and returned to the Shaolin Temple with the string of Buddhist beads.

In order to avoid the exposure of this world, it is inconvenient for them to observe, they only know that Wang Anfeng is in a coma, and they don't know anything about what happened after that, at this time, watching Wang Anfeng enter the Shaolin Temple, the hanging heart finally settled down, Wu Changqing exhaled a long breath, sat down on the wooden chair, picked up the teacup and poured the cold tea into his mouth.

Yuan Ci stepped out in one step, and appeared beside Wang Anfeng in an instant, his broad right hand was raised, and it was directly pressed on the young man's shoulder, and a strong and gentle internal force poured into Wang Anfeng's body, wandering around the limbs and hundreds of remains, checking his body for him.

When he didn't find any secret injuries, the look on Yuan Ci's face was a little more relieved, but the next moment, the monk's expression was slightly stagnant, and there was a look of disbelief between his eyebrows.

This is......?!

Wang Anfeng suddenly bounced an arc of electricity on his shoulder, hitting Yuan Ci's palm like a python, although it did not produce any effect, it made Wu Changqing stand up directly with a bang, and another cold gaze also fell on the young man.

Mr. Win, who had been looking at the clouds and mist under the mountain, suddenly stepped out, and appeared behind Wang Anfeng in a blink of an eye, raised his hand and pressed it on the young man's left shoulder, and sure enough, there was a slight arc flashing, hitting his palm, the scribe's eyes shrunk, and he withdrew his palm, and said:

"Where did your thunder come from?"

Wang Anfeng didn't know how to explain, so he had to repeat the words that Libo said, and carefully put forward the latter's request, the scribe and Yuan Ci glanced at each other, bowed slightly, and said:

"When you leave, I will give you an answer."

"Now, go and practice."

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned, because of his authority, he had to salute, picked up the iron bucket on the side again, and walked towards the bottom of the mountain, Mr. Win looked at the young man who was far away, frowned slightly, and said:

"What do you think that's that?"

Yuan Ci was silent and said:

"I don't know...... But in terms of its performance, it is more like the passive effect of the top-level exercises after entering the hall. ”

"But the Golden Bell Jar needs to break six levels to have a similar effect, and it is definitely not thunder."

"He's just getting started."

On the side, Wu Changqing stroked his beard, frowned, and said: "First the medicinal materials, then this 'spiritual object', 'spiritual rhyme', this world, compared to us, there are indeed many differences......

"That's true."

Yuan Ci nodded, then turned his head to look at the grim-looking scribe beside him, and said:

"As far as I know, only Wudang Zixiao Palace has the ability to cause thunder on the rivers and lakes...... But Feng'er, whether it is thunder or swordsmanship at this time, is far from being able to practice that way of swordsmanship. ”

"Since that Libo is extremely accomplished in the way of thunder, although I don't know where the spiritual things come from, but after all, he already has thunder energy, and it is a pity to leave it alone, so he will teach Feng'er some martial arts, how about it?"

Mr. Win's face was slightly cold when he heard this, but he still bowed his head slowly and said:

"Don't worry, I won't affect my judgment because of a little thing in the past."

"With his kung fu, it is more than enough to be the master of the stinky boy."

On the side, Wu Changqing also bowed his head slightly to express that he had no opinion, thought about it, and said:

"Since this world has been so far different...... Only with the power of you and me, although An Feng's martial arts will not have any problems, but the knowledge will be closed, I think there is also a 'learning palace' in this world, why not let An Feng enter the palace, it is also good to learn something? ”

Before the words fell, the old man suddenly felt a cold gaze fall on him, his voice paused slightly, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that the green-shirted scribe's expression became more and more cold, and he sneered:

"Xuegong? Study? ”

"Those poor and rotten Confucians, chewing words and words, how can they be compared with a certain one?!"

When the voice fell, Wu Changqing was slightly stunned at first, and his heart was slightly angry, but after listening to the second sentence, he couldn't help laughing, looked Mr. Win up and down, and stroked his beard and said:

"On par with Mr. ...... When did this gentleman accept An Feng as a student? ”

"Why doesn't the old man know?"

"I knew I should cook more good food, and drink to celebrate."

In the light laughter, there was a hint of teasing, Mr. Win snorted coldly, turned around and looked at the clouds and mist in the mountains without explanation.

Today's practice, because there is no chain bondage, coupled with the flow of internal force, like a wave brings a strong force, almost easily makes Wang Anfeng suspect, maybe it is because it is too easy, but after only one trip, he was stopped by Yuan Ci raised his hand, the latter looked at him, and said with a gentle smile:

"This practice is no longer beneficial to you, so let's end it......"

"Come here and check the results of your cultivation for the teacher."

When Wang Anfeng heard this, a sense of relief could not be suppressed in his heart, he nodded, put down the burden on his shoulders, and followed behind Yuanci.

The master and apprentice came to a martial arts training field, Yuan Ci stood in the middle of the field, one hand on his chest, his expression was peaceful, he bowed slightly towards the young man, and said:

"Attack it, Feng'er."

Wang Anfeng took a deep breath, first bowed, his expression gradually became solemn, his internal strength was in the place, his body jumped out like a tiger, and the speed was far from being comparable to the last time he fought with Yuan Ci, and he appeared in front of the monk in an instant, and attacked the road.

But at the moment of contact, he suddenly changed his move, and avoided possible attacks with a reflexive elbow and elbow transformation, and hit Yuanci's waist and abdomen.

The monk bowed his head slightly with satisfaction, said a good word, took a step back, and with a flick of his left sleeve robe, he dissolved Wang Anfeng's offensive, but at this time, the young man had already taken advantage of the situation to attack again.

In a short period of time, the master and apprentice have already exchanged more than a dozen moves.

In Wang Anfeng's hands, the simple thirty-two Shaolin long fists can almost be called reborn, the fist is calm and vast, but in the middle of the dignified and upright, there is a hidden killing move like a stroke of genius, like an antelope hanging horns, nowhere to be found.

It can be called a strange and positive match, and the cycle is unprovoked.

Yuan Ci's eyes became more and more joyful, and when he saw a slight thunder burst out on Wang Anfeng's palm, he finally laughed out loud, and with a flick of his robe, he swept away the young man's attack, and his body was like a flowing cloud rolling upside down, and suddenly he came and gently pressed a palm on Wang Anfeng's shoulder.

A trace of strength entered the body, Wang Anfeng's limbs and hundreds of bones into the internal force was stimulated, spontaneously trembled, swinging into the dantian, the original peaceful and upright Buddhism internal force violently spread outward, and the internal force of the lily of the limbs was like an angry wave that instantly swept over Wang Anfeng's body, smoothing out all external forces.

On the martial arts field, a Qingyue bell rang.

Above the young man's body, the illusory golden bell flashed away, and the red gold scriptures circulated on it, expounding the principles of Vajra Buddhism.

Yuan Ci stroked his palms and laughed, showing rare heroism and joy in peace, and said:

"Sure enough, sure enough, it is my Buddhism Sect Pure Glass Base, Shaolin Golden Bell Jar!"

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned and said:

"Bell jar?"

The monk nodded, smiled and put his hand on the young man's head, and said:

"It is the golden bell jar, one of my Shaolin magic skills, pointing directly to the Buddha principle of King Kong's various desires and troubles, if you can cultivate the twelve levels, you will be the world's first-class master."

"Mr. Win, he used the chain engraved with the Diamond Sutra to forcibly oppress your internal force and integrate it into the four limbs and veins in a special way, so that you are like the Bodhidharma Patriarch back then, not practicing the exercises, but relying on your body to naturally enter and lay the foundation."

"Come, sit down, and teach you the key to the first level of the Golden Bell Jar."

Wang Anfeng naturally agreed, and sat cross-legged directly on this martial arts arena, slightly closed his eyes, and experienced the flow of internal force in his body, a broad palm gently pressed on his back, and the strong internal force entered the body, accompanied by a familiar voice in his ears, to help him familiarize himself with the first practice route of the golden bell jar's internal strength.

Above the hall in the distance, Mr. Win looked at Yuan Ci, who was teaching Wang Anfeng martial arts, and Wu Changqing stroked his beard on the side, and said with a little puzzlement:

"Wonderful, wonderful...... Master Yuanci walked the world with the magic of King Kong is not bad, and he has made a great reputation, but why, Mr. wants to persuade him not to pass on the Anfeng King Kong is not bad, but to pass on the magic of the golden bell jar? ”

The green-shirted scribe glanced sideways at him and said:

"These two exercises are directly directed at the Vajra Dharma, one is to preach the Tao in Vajra, all desires and troubles are not invasive, and the other is to take Vajra Prajna, cut off the Buddha of the three thousand afflictions, and cultivate to the twelfth level, which does not matter whether it is high or low."

"But first, King Kong is not bad compared to the Golden Bell Jar, although the attack is stronger, the defense is slightly inferior, that kid will inevitably learn other mastery in the future, and the stronger one does not know how many, so it is better to take the first defense in the world."

Second, his golden bell jar is oppressed by external forces, just like Bodhidharma back then, he does not practice the exercises, and naturally enters with his body, and after entering, he does not need to grope alone like Bodhidharma...... Therefore, although the golden bell jar is difficult, it is more certain that it can be cultivated, and if it is not successful, it is not bad to practice Vajra, and there is no difficulty. ”

"Three to ......"

The voice was slight, Wu Changqing was listening, suddenly lost his voice, paused slightly, and subconsciously asked:

"Three?"

Mr. Win glanced at him sideways and sneered:

"It's ugly."

The old man was slightly stunned, the scribe had already stepped out, like a flowing cloud, but there was an afterimage shooting towards Wu Changqing, the old man raised his hand to grab it, but it was a long whip.

It is several meters long, which seems to be wrapped with iron, which makes its weight much heavier, compared to the ordinary long whip, almost the comparison between the giant python and the spirit snake, the old man was slightly stunned at first, and suddenly thought of something, raised his hand and patted his forehead, and said with a wry smile.

“…… Forget that An Feng has no chains, and he can't use the spirit snake to find the gap. ”