Wang Anfeng, who didn't know that a big war was about to break out in this Shaolin Temple, stepped forward to salute several division commanders, and then walked in front of the scribe, solemnly bowed to the juniors, and said:

"I just thanked Mr. for mentioning it."

Although the middle-aged man who was guarding Yu Wen's side just now was from a battle formation, he seemed to have practiced some kind of martial arts secret technique, and his murderous aura was extremely good.

When the opportunity is lost, people will be controlled everywhere, and it is impossible to get out so easily.

The scribe nodded, as if he didn't care about such a trivial matter, as if someone else, who was mentally exhausted from the cross-border transmission, tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest of the bamboo chair a few times, and suddenly spoke, as if casually commanded:

"Today, you have not been able to defeat your opponent with that elbow."

"I'll punish you in the Bronze Man Alley and practice Shaolin Changquan for three hours, do you have any objections?!"

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then remembered the brief fight with Xuan Zhu in the alleyway. Recalling that his seventy percent powerful 'reflexive elbow break' fell on Xuan Zhu, and he only broke up his posture and failed to repel him, then he realized what the scribe was referring to, and he couldn't help but feel a little feeling in his heart.

During this time, he has been fighting against the enemy with swordsmanship, but he has never noticed it......

The young man sighed slightly in his heart.

When did the Shaolin Long Fist, which was originally regarded as dependent, be used only to interfere with the opponent's actions?

Suppressing this distracting thought in his heart, Wang Anfeng hugged his fists and replied:

"Don't dare."

"The juniors obey orders."

After saying that, he lowered his hands and straightened up, and he was about to turn around and go to the Shaolin Bronze Man Alley, with the help of the images left by the original 'Shaolin disciples', to hone his martial arts.

It's just that I don't know how long the Shaolin Changquan moves can last against the enemy.

On the bluestone, the voice of Yuanci's chanting had stopped for some time, and the speed of the rosary in his hand slowed down more and more, as if he was in deep thought, and his eyes were slightly closed.

The scribe glanced at the monk, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and suddenly spoke:

"By the way, boy, what is the name of the trick you used today?"

Wang Anfeng didn't know what Mr. Win's intention was in asking this question, but when he heard the question, he still replied respectfully:

"Sir, it's Shaolin Changquan's 'reflexive elbow break' momentum, what's wrong?"

The scribe waved his hand and said:

"It's okay, you can go by yourself."

"Yes......"

Wang Anfeng was a little confused, answered, and turned to leave, at this time his martial arts were getting higher, and he wanted to go to other peaks, and there was no need for the masters to help, perform light skills, and have the right to practice, and he disappeared in an instant.

After about a moment, Yuan Ci snorted coldly, and also got up from the bluestone, did not look at the scribe, and left with light skills on his own, Wu Changqing raised his eyes and looked at the back of the monk in the distance, stroked his beard and smiled:

"If the gentleman wants to remind the master, to put it bluntly, why provoke him so much?"

The scribe put away the look on his face and only sneered.

Wu Changqing looked at him, knowing that he couldn't ask anything, so he shook his head helplessly, took the initiative to change the topic, and said:

"Speaking of which, the old man still has something to say."

The scribe glanced at him and said succinctly:

"Say."

The old man was already familiar with his temperament, so he didn't care, but just smiled:

"Then Mr. Relics only used one? I don't know what to do with the rest of the one? Is it to be refined into an elixir? Or do you want to turn it into a blade? ”

"Huh...... Although Feng'er's swordsmanship is powerful, if the weapon in his hand is cut off, I am afraid that he will also fall into a disadvantageous situation, this move, I have to guard against it......"

A look of contempt appeared at the corner of the scribe's mouth, and he shook his head:

"I'm useful for my own treasures, as for the blade?"

"Huh...... If someone can cut off the 'plot weapon' and replace him with a good weapon, there is only one way to die. ”

Wu Changqing was slightly stunned, and then a look of surprise appeared on his face, stroked his beard, and was no longer worried.

The weapons used by the player in the story have never been broken.

Even if it was in the plot cutscene, he faced the full force of the top evil master, and there was never a trace of gap, and on the game forum back then, it was a "plot bug" juxtaposed with "righteous disciples say chivalrous and righteous when they meet people, why is there a robbery dart flag in the package".

The old man glanced at the scribe who was lazily leaning on the bamboo chair, and couldn't help but admire it.

Even this subtlety is exploited early.

Sure enough......

At this point, the thought was instinctively stopped.

He has been wandering in this river and lake all his life, even if he now knows this river and lake, this world, decades of happiness and revenge, whipping and riding horses are just an illusory dream in life, but when he thinks of that behemoth, the old man's heart will still tremble slightly.

Raising his eyes to look at the corner, the sky was transformed into the warm afternoon sun, the Tsing Yi scribe closed his eyes slightly, lazily leaned on the bamboo chair, bent his fingers and tapped the armrest, as if playing the beat of "Qingping Tune", his black hair slipped from his temples, and his whole body exuded a lazy and calm attitude.

The rumored leader and the squirting scribe in Tsing Yi who was twisted in his life and lazily basking in the sun in front of him were the same person?

Although they have known each other for a long time, Wu Changqing still has two or three points of disbelief in his heart.

I can only sigh with emotion, the world is so big, there are no surprises.

There are some benefits to living longer.

Although there are more downsides......

The old man stroked his beard, looked at the lazy scribe over there, and suddenly felt a little sleepy, and lay down on the chaise longue backwards, looking at the conjured sky on the heavenly firmament, and his thoughts diverged.

Master Yuanci should be preparing to pass on Feng'er's deeper martial arts.

It's time for me to teach him some of the advanced martial arts of the Medicine King Valley...... The Spirit Snake Gap Whip Method is nothing more than chicken ribs for the current wind.

It's just that I don't know that Master Yuanci will pass on his martial arts, so don't repeat it.

………………………………………

Shaolin Temple, Bronze Man Lane.

The clear and clear sound of the bell swept across the road, Wang Anfeng stood in place, his arms crossed in front of him, the dense golden-red text on his bare skin slowly faded into brilliance, hidden above the young man's body, and a figure quickly retreated from in front of him, standing seven steps away.

But it was a young man, wearing only a pair of black trousers, with flowers blooming on his bare upper body, a green dragon crossed his arms, black hair tied with a straw rope in a ponytail hanging down his shoulders, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be always smiling, looking dashing and chic, and it was slowly dissipating at this time.

When Fang just fought, his moves seemed to be simple, straight and straight, but he was strong and powerful, masculine and vast, and he could hear the sound of the dragon's groan, which was Wang Anfeng's unseen and unheard of, even in the travel notes in the Fengzilou, he had never heard of such a fierce fist kung fu.

There was a voice echoing in the Bronze Man Alley.

"Wang Anfeng, the challenge failed."

The bright candles on both sides of the corridor were all extinguished silently, the closed door opened, Wang Anfeng exhaled, put his arms down, and his movements involved the injury, and the stinging feeling made the young man grin.

Even in the Shaolin Temple, the recovery of the injury is much faster than in the School Palace, but the pain will not be reduced by half a point.

After rubbing a few acupoints, the young man turned around and walked outside, feeling a little puzzled why Mr. Win would suddenly arrange an opponent for him to hone his boxing skills.

Just after walking out of the door, Wang Anfeng saw Yuan Ci in a gray monk's robe, standing not far from the door, it seemed that he had been here for a long time, and he hurriedly stepped forward to salute, but he was injured on his arms, and his movements were slightly deformed.

Yuan Ci frowned slightly, and after listening to the young man's explanation, he raised his eyes and looked at the lonely peak, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he retracted his gaze after counting the time, turned his head to look at Wang Anfeng, who was a little puzzled, raised his hand and stroked the top of the young man's head, and said slowly:

"It's okay, today...... Master will pass on your new martial arts, which is no worse than his. ”

"It is the first palm of my Buddhism, which is endless, and it is only when the epiphany is the ultimate that it is empty."

"Its name is Prajna."

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