Maintenance?

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned, in his impression, Shaolin Temple has never been in such a situation, no, if you talk about it, there has indeed been such a time, but about four years have passed since now.

At that time, he was just a nine-rank martial artist, and when he left Fufeng to go to Qingfeng Solution, he encountered the pursuit of the White Tiger Hall for the first time, and it was the same situation at that time, there was no way to return to the Shaolin Temple, and after the so-called maintenance was over, the Shaolin Temple seemed to have no changes, but there were some subtle differences.

These changes are manifested in many small places, it may be a flower, a wisp of wind, a cloud, all of which come together to form a tsunami wave that is hard to ignore, rushing towards him and drowning in it.

If you have to make a final conclusion, it will be that the world is clear, and it will become more and more real.

At the moment, since Hongluoyu was still able to communicate to him through the barrier between the cave heaven and the blessed land and the present world, thinking that there would be no twists and turns, Wang Anfeng paced back and forth in the house for a few steps, sat in front of the window, and patiently waited for the end of the maintenance state.

Until the middle of the moon, the whole street was shrouded in moonlight, Wang Anfeng's wrist Buddha beads suddenly buzzed and trembled, and a layer of streamer flashed on the beads, the brilliance was dazzling, and it immediately dispersed, but it looked more inconspicuous than the original appearance, dark and deep, like an old tree.

Wang Anfeng felt that faint connection reappeared, and his heart was calm for a moment, and he didn't need to speak again, he only used his own qi to pry the connection, and the whole person disappeared from the room in Liangzhou.

As far as the eyes can see, when it is drowsy, there is an infinite dark night, dotted with stars.

I don't see the four directions, I don't see the top and bottom.

The past and the future are not visible.

Immediately disappeared into a cloud of light and mist, Wang An Fengshang had not been able to recover from the shocking scene just now, his feet had already landed, and then he found that he did not appear in Shaolin, but stood on the top of a rather unfamiliar mountain peak, looking around, there was no one in sight, not to mention a few division commanders.

Suddenly changed, Wang Anfeng didn't have any panic in his heart, just lifted his internal force, took a few steps forward, and looked around.

This mountain is extremely steep, some places are almost vertical, it is not easy to climb up if you think that the light skill is slightly worse, the air machine between heaven and earth is lifeless, it is difficult to mobilize, it can not take off, and the feathers sink immediately, this extreme environment should be an inaccessible Jedi, but there is a round platform on the top of the mountain.

This round platform is purely paved with large pieces of cyan bricks and stones, the top is a faint and cold, the ground is flat, standing in the corner of Wang Anfeng, there are exactly 800 steps to the east, 800 steps to the north, extremely spacious.

On the opposite mountain wall, purely with sharp swordsmanship, carved a line of handwriting, in addition, there is nothing else, all around, only I am high, which makes people feel open-minded, but I feel that looking around, all living beings and all things are under this body, and the feeling of loneliness and pride arises spontaneously.

Wang Anfeng used his eyesight, and looked at the handwriting on the mountain wall, and there was a sharp sword momentum, rushing to his face, separated by this distance of dozens of zhang, scraping his face painfully, and he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, only to feel that the martial arts cultivation of the person who wrote the sword was really terrifyingly high, just leaving the handwriting, there could be such a sword intent remaining.

If he was outside, he must have been extremely vigilant, but this was in the Shaolin Temple, and several masters were there, so Wang Anfeng calmed down, continued to look at the line of words, and slowly read it out.

"Huashan on the Sword ......"

Wang Anfeng frowned slightly.

"It turns out that this place is called Huashan, in Daqin, there doesn't seem to be such a steep peak."

His words fell, and before he could think about it, a heavy fog suddenly appeared in front of him, obscuring his vision and covering the sky, and then the sound of footsteps gradually approached, and along with the footsteps, there was also an undisguised thick murderous intent.

This murderous aura provoked the hairs on Wang Anfeng's back, and he retreated instantly, and an ancient Buddha bell appeared outside the skin on his body, the color was pale gold, and the Sanskrit Diamond Sutra was engraved on it.

At the moment, he didn't think deeply, drew his sword in his hand, the blade of the sword hung low, pointed obliquely in the direction of the mist, and said:

"Who's there?"

"Come out!"

The other party seemed to know that Wang Anfeng had discovered himself, and without concealing it at the moment, he took a few big steps, his body broke through the fog, and he slammed into Wang Anfeng like a fierce beast.

A palm is slapped out, instantly retracted, and it is the second palm method, the palm momentum is superimposed, surging like the Yangtze River, going straight downstream, the speed is extremely fast, the strength is even more fierce, and the sound of a tiger roaring faintly comes from the air.

Wang Anfeng didn't dare to slack off, took a diagonal step under his feet, shook his figure, pulled out several afterimages, and appeared in a position at the oblique corner, and at the same time, the long sword in his hand swallowed the sword and suddenly appeared.

If the sword falls, it can pierce the heart and lungs from the waist and seriously injure it on the spot.

The man didn't dodge or dodge, but just raised his head and let out an angry shout, the tone was vast and simple, shocking people's hearts, Wang Anfeng's mood was shaking, and the speed of the sword was uncontrollable, and he paused slightly, so that the person dodged.

At this time, the fog that he had been carrying before dissipated, and Wang Anfeng was able to see the true face of the man, with a lion's mouth and a broad nose, a messy white hair, huge eyes, and a pair of blue eyes.

After the tall old man gained the upper hand in one move, he didn't think twice, he attacked again and again, and a vast and simple tone came out of his mouth, so as to shake Wang Anfeng's movements, and a pair of fleshy palms slapped towards Wang Anfeng with unreasonable movements.

His palm technique seems to be rough, but every move is shrouded in the acupoints around his body, or the hand Shao Yin Heart Sutra Shao Chong, the Extreme Spring, or the foot of the Three Yang Sutra Shao Ze, listening to the palace, extremely ruthless, obviously walking is a good martial art, not inferior to the Shaolin King Kong palm technique.

Wang Anfeng's footwork changed again and again, avoiding these tricks, and the sword technique in his hand met the enemy, but the confusion in his heart was even worse, the old man in front of him was very familiar to him - not an outsider, it was the foreign master he met last night, the first-class arrester who he was unintentionally chasing.

But how could he be here?!

Wang Anfeng's first reaction was Mr. Win, and Shi Huaidie, who had fallen into mastery, plus this should be the Shaolin realm, he couldn't help but have the illusion that Mo was not this master and Mr. 's pawn, thinking about the matter of Liangzhou, he couldn't help but sigh.

Mr. Win, is this also in your calculations?

But then the old man rubbed his body and pounced, his palm was domineering, and he made a fatal move, obviously not like the human hand arranged by Mr. Wang Anfeng was careless, and almost fell into danger, and slid half a step towards the rear, only to avoid the ruthless palm.

Immediately, the swords intersected, fought several times, and relied on light skills to maintain a tie situation.

Although his own external skills are strong, he can look at a pair of fleshy palms on the opposite side, and he is obviously also a good hand at practicing domineering palm power, and his martial arts skills are still above himself, he is absolutely unwilling to fight with him, fortunately, the other party's light skills are not strong, so he can maneuver.

Less than half an hour passed, the old man suddenly stopped, stood three feet away from Wang Anfeng's body, no longer chased, and then raised his head and roared angrily, turning into mist and disappearing, as if he had never appeared. Wang Anfeng was left alone to stand on the top of this lonely mountain, carrying a long sword, and was shocked.

At this time, the thick fog shrouded in the surroundings was blown away by the wind, the surrounding environment changed, and reappeared in the Shaolin Temple, Wang Anfeng saw the familiar palace buildings, as well as several division commanders, and his heart relaxed, although he was still a little puzzled, but he also faintly realized that this may be the good thing that the third master said.

At the moment, he took back the iron sword and was about to come forward to salute, but found that the wooden sword that had just disappeared was obviously still on his back, and the iron sword with excellent texture in his hand also dissipated like a dream, and there was no real thing.

This kind of means has approached the means of dreaming bubbles in Buddhist scriptures, such as dew and electricity, Wang Anfeng couldn't help but be moved.

Without waiting for him to pass, Hong Luoyu had already laughed and said:

"Little madman, come here!"

"Fang Cai's Huashan sword, how do you feel about it......"

Wang Anfeng was silent, one by one thoughts flashed in his heart, his thoughts surged, and he wanted to gush out, but he was still a little worse, and he couldn't say it, so he could only shake his head and say:

“…… Disciple, I don't quite understand. ”

At this time, he found that Mr. Ying did not read as before, but sat on a bamboo chair, his index finger and thumb kneading his eyebrows, and he seemed to be quite tired. The book, which seemed to never be finished, was now on the table, and the pages were full of sparkling jade, which was extraordinary.

Hongluoyu floated to Wang Anfeng's side, and said with a smile:

"Don't say you don't know anything, guess, guess."

Wang Anfeng knew Hongluoyu's temperament, and was silent at the moment, the latter was not the kind of person who could hide his words at all, and he couldn't get Wang Anfeng's answer, and the matter was itching in his heart, and after a few snaps of his fingers, he took the initiative to reveal the mystery, raised his chin, and said triumphantly:

"What kind of fragment is the Book of Heaven?"

"Fragment ...... Tianwen"

Wang Anfeng muttered to himself, looking at the unfolded page in front of Mr. Win's desk.

Hongluoyu was slightly stunned, then coughed lightly, nodded, looked like a teachable child, and said:

"Ahem, that's right, I'm just going to teach you as a teacher."

"That's what it is."

Seeing that no one cared about what he said wrongly, Hong Luoyu breathed a sigh of relief, faintly and a little bored, floated to Wang Anfeng's side, and said:

"To be honest, that thing has to be at least four products to be useful, you can't see it in the past, even if you use the means of the side door, and when you see the text on it, it will only harm your own martial arts cultivation, and you can't make an inch in the future, so I didn't let you see it before."

Wang Anfeng retracted his gaze, and there were more doubts in his heart, and he asked again:

"Then what does this Tianwen fragment have to do with Huashan's sword?"

Hong Luoyu smacked his lips, glanced at the rest of the people and saw that they didn't mean to speak, and said:

"The relationship is big, that day asked the fragment, known as the general outline of martial arts in the world for thousands of years, and the immortal treasure of the sect can be opened as soon as you get it, and the surname Win will turn it into a scroll, and he will not repair it every day, and he will only finish reading it today."

"Although it is not as divine as it is blown out there, it does have something unique. Lingyun is natural, can inspire the thoughts of martial artists, make their martial arts more quintessence, the two correspond, this Tianwen fragment for thousands of years, but also recorded countless magic classics. ”

"Hey, there are many lost magical skills outside, and the secret classics that make people snatch their heads, they can be called everything, just like Chinese cabbage, but it is difficult for ordinary people to crack, and they only care about the corresponding exercises, and they don't know about entering Baoshan."

Yuan Ci opened his eyes, first shouted a Buddha horn, and said slowly:

"There is no level of martial arts, and there are high and low skills."

"If you and I can't practice our own martial arts at home, we don't look at other people's classics, just like my Shaolin lineage, even if the most basic internal skills, if you can practice to the top, in fact, it is the same as the so-called divine skills."

What he said to Hong Luoyu in the previous sentence, but then he warned Wang Anfeng, but he was a little worried that he was dazzled by the countless magic secret books that Hong Luoyu said, so he interrupted his own concentration and took the initiative to wake up and speak.

Wang Anfeng nodded and said:

"The disciple saved it."

Yuan Ci slowly bowed his head.

Hongluoyu knew that he was a little carried away, and said something useless, coughed twice at the moment, and said:

"That's how I feel as a teacher."

"I just didn't have time to say ......"

"What is really useful is actually the function of this fragment of 'jade photo'."

"After you enter the middle three grades, the bronze man alley is no longer suitable for you, and the recorded battle data is only of some use in the lower three grades...... Well, I mean, chasing the guys who pick up the garbage for the teacher can't even think of it. ”

"The grasshopper dies in the twilight of life, and the summer insect can't talk about the ice, that's it, I've never seen it, even if it's so simple that it's just separated by a line, but it's like the abyssal sea, and it's wrong to think about it."

"Now there is a fragment of this Tianwen scroll, a photo of the jade bi, you can fight with people, you can record the martial arts they have performed, and then you can enter this place again, you can be on the top of Huashan, and all the masters of today's duel."

?? Speaking of which, although Hong Luoyu still tried his best to maintain his dignity and reserve as a master, but the speed of his speech unconsciously accelerated, his eyebrows fluttered, obviously extremely excited, if he had hands and feet, he might dance with his hands and feet, but at this time he had to hang in the air, and in the end, he was a little regretful, and said:

"It's just a pity, this thing is incomplete after all, for the first-class martial artists who can communicate with heaven and earth, I'm afraid it will have little effect, otherwise, I can also go in and play a game or two."

At this time, Wang Anfeng finally understood something.

Although I don't know how to achieve it, and I don't know why Mr. Win is so tired, but at least he knows what it does, he is also the kind of martial artist who is experienced in the enemy, and he knows the benefits of this thing right away.

And the enemy, if you can be tempted, you will find out part of the mastery, when the real fight, undoubtedly occupy the first hand, the soldier said, know yourself and know the other, that's it, for example, if you can know the opponent's mastery before the fight, not only will you not be hit, but you can take the opportunity to counter the opponent.

Even if there is no record now, just from the current point of view, there are great benefits.

Wang Anfeng previously planned to use the lion's roar to imitate the opponent's rhythm and martial arts, and use Donkey Kong's palm power to imitate the opponent's domineering palm, although it is similar, in fact, the flaws are not small, and it is certain that the flaws will be peeked out by 'Qiqi'.

Now I can fight with the old man from time to time, and I can think about it more carefully, and the core internal force flows or can't be learned, but the external moves, as well as the appearance of momentum, can be learned ten out of ten, although it is just a foolish person, but it is enough.

His heart fluctuated, Wang Anfeng ignored the triumphant, waiting for Hongluoyu, who enjoyed Wang Anfeng's admiring eyes, and turned to look at the green-shirted scribe over there, full of admiration.

Sure enough, it is worthy of Mr. Win.

It's easy to do things that no one else can't.

……………………

With such an opportunity, time is limited, so it is natural that it should not be wasted.

Wang Anfeng took out the strength of the past in the Bronze Man Alley, and sparred with the 'Hu Ren Master' several times, because of the sudden confrontation at that time, both of them were afraid in their hearts, although they moved, they were only limited to the scope of temptation, and did not use all their strength, only the palm all the way was recorded, and two simple syllables.

It is easy to say that there are many divine classics in the Tianwen fragment for thousands of years, and it is not difficult to reverse launch the rest of the moves according to the essence of the old man's momentum.

It's just that syllables seem to be a great magic skill in the rivers and lakes of the outer lands, which can outline the spiritual rhyme and move the heart, and there is no similar martial art in the Tianwen fragment, so the two syllables have to be used in turn.

Since it was a competition, Wang Anfeng also relaxed his mind, and fought directly with the 'old man' to fight each other in close quarters, first using the lion's roar to the outer syllable martial arts, and to accommodate the power of King Kong's palm, to deal with the opponent's skillful palm.

In the next game, he tried to break the old man's palm qi machine purely with swordsmanship.

Then it is to use light power to circulate, supplemented by hidden poisons.

Without using divine weapons, he fought seven games in a row, and only narrowly won one game.

In the end, in order to test the level of his golden bell jar, he stood in place, and forcibly took the old man of the Hu man with ten palms in a row, which shocked his qi and blood, and was pulled out of Huashan by Hongluoyu, and controlled his body with internal qi, and threw it into the medicinal soup that Wu Changqing had already prepared, splashing a handful of water.

The medicinal power entered the body, Wang Anfeng's spirit was invigorated, the muscles around his body were shocked, and he naturally surfaced, shook the water droplets on his hair, and his muscles were sore at the moment.

The corners of his mouth grinned, leaning on the wooden barrel, paralyzed in the medicinal soup, and his muscles were in severe pain, so he could feel the power of the medicine like thousands of ants, drilling into his body, and dissolving the soreness and pain of his muscles.

Spread out his arms and put them on the edge of the bucket, saving two more mouthfuls of water, Wang Anfeng sniffed the pungent medicinal fragrance, heard the small complaining voice of the old man next to him, flipped his right hand in pain, and gently patted it on the water.

The water rippled.

Ripples spread out in circles and crashed against the walls of the barrel.

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned, thought about it, and then fell with another palm.

There were many ripples in the same way, but this time, without waiting for the water surface to recover, Wang Anfeng had already completed the action of closing his palms, and the two palms were superimposed, making a snapping sound, this time the movement was greater, and some of the medicinal juices were directly shaken out.

Wang Anfeng looked at the medicinal juice that vibrated in a circle of ripples, and fell into deep thought.

The old man's palm is extremely domineering, each palm is sent out, hooked up with the palm momentum of the previous palm and the residual qi, a applause is heavier than a palm, straight like thunder, if you eat the eleventh palm, then his golden bell jar is not good to say that it will be broken inch by inch, and it will be broken directly.

If you can learn this ability, take turns to use Donkey Kong......

For example, the Shaolin Donkey Kong palm under the blessing of the ten forces of the Shaolin Donkey Kong palm eighteen beats, or the blessing of the ten forces of the big stele hand eighteen beats, such as one beat two scattered palms eighteen times, a thousand hands such as the palm eighteen times......

is a four-rank martial artist, and he can also be used as a nail to shoot into the ground.

Wang Anfeng thought about it, and was fascinated, but he couldn't help but feel that his muscles were faintly sore, and he knew that if he wanted to learn this delusional kung fu, he was afraid that he would have to be beaten a few more times-

The body's reaction is faster and more reliable than the brain, the human mind is unpredictable, it will be confused by greed, but the body's memory will not, even if it is asleep, it will instinctively dodge and unload the strength.

So Mr. once said, if you are beaten or something, you will get used to being next to each other.

As for swordsmanship and sword posture and the like, it's even simpler.

Take a few more chops, chop and chop, and you will learn it.

Who wouldn't be beaten?

Thinking of the old man's fierce and arrogant palm, Wang Anfeng grinned, his body went down, his mouth and nose were submerged in the medicinal soup, leaving only half of his face outside, and he spit out bubbles.

Obviously it was to deal with the opponent, why did you have to be beaten first......

It's too hard, it's really too hard......

Especially this matter is Wang Anfeng's own plan, so he didn't have to escape complaining.

Thinking of this, Wang Anfeng's thoughts stiffened slightly, his eyes opened slightly, and he suddenly found a blind spot - these things are too coincidental, and I think at the moment, could it be that Mr. Win secretly induced him to take the initiative to say it?

The more Wang Anfeng thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible, and at this moment, thinking back to what happened that day, it was Mr. who guided him to think step by step and guided him to make a choice.

With Mr. Win's handwriting, it is really possible to sell the person, and it can also make the person happily help count the money, Wang Anfeng subconsciously looked in the direction of the main peak of the Shaolin Temple, and then silently withdrew his gaze.

Sink again.

It seems to have been sold......

A few blisters rose from the inside of the medicinal soup.

As a disciple of Mr.

It's too hard, it's really too hard......

This helpless grievance converged together, and rushed straight towards the culprit and fuse of this matter, Wang Anfeng felt the soreness of his limbs, thought of the enemy of life and death who had never met before, his heart shook several times under his chest, and he gritted his teeth.

A few more days, a few more days......

You must look good!

Hey, isn't there a lot of money that can't sit down?

Didn't you say that you should pay attention to what kind of planning and strategizing?

Isn't it something that doesn't need to show up, kills people, and is unfathomable?

Wang Anfeng was ruthless in his heart and spit out a big blister.

This time, I will definitely let you try what is called Shaolin martial arts, what is the eighteen consecutive shots of Donkey Kong's palm power under the blessing of the ten forces of Rulai, what is called the left and right double chain service, and what is called the unreasonable strength!

Force——

Push the square sideways as a force!

It depends on whether you can be chic.

Under the Dharma, all beings are equal!

Amitabha.

Goo-goo-......goo

……………………

Not far away, Wu Changqing watched Wang Anfeng spit bubbles, a little crying and laughing, the latter is just defenseless in front of them now, and he rarely sees these emotional expressions, and when the old man is relieved, he is also a little disappointed.

When the child grows up to a certain age, he can't play, and he also knows this truth, so he stroked his beard and said:

"Feng'er, this is ......"

Hongluo Yu laughed twice and teased: "I don't know, but looking at the appearance, I have to be ruthless and practice hard......"

On the main peak of Shaolin Temple, the green-shirted scribe put down the cup, seemed to smile, disappeared in an instant, his expression was indifferent, and the Taoist priest next to him raised his eyebrows, meaning something:

"I think someone is going to be unlucky."

The scribe said lightly:

"Taoist nonsense."

"If you laugh, that's it, you're already out."

The scribe raised his eyebrows, knocked on the armrest, and said lightly:

"Why do you say this, the rivers and lakes are stormy, you can see that this seat is forcing anyone."

The ancient Taoist was slightly stunned, and then found that this matter seemed to be true, and for a while there was nowhere to refute, it was difficult to speak, and he couldn't help but feel weak.

The scribe took a sip of tea, calmly between his eyebrows, knocked on the table, and said lightly:

"Everyone in the world knows."

"This seat has always been sincere."

PS: Today's update presents............ Six thousand six hundred words in two-in-one~

Split it into a standard of 3,300 words per chapter, and try to advance the update time as much as possible, hoping that it can be fixed to this point in time from noon to afternoon every day, rather than early in the evening......