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Wang slapped his palm on a boulder, and the boulder shattered with a "bang" and became a fist-sized piece.

Wang Dong shook his head dissatisfied.

A palm cracking stone, which seems to be very powerful, is actually a reflection of not practicing kung fu at home.

As the treasure of Shaolin Temple, the power is fierce, after generations of inheritance and optimization, has entered the pinnacle of foreign kung fu, although it still can not be with the eighteen palms of the dragon that is the top of the foreign miracle side by side, but the Prajna palm to the subtle realm, absolutely not to be underestimated.

This kind of top-notch foreign kung fu, opening the mountain and cracking the stone is only the basic performance, only when the palm is struck, the stone turns into a butterfly and flies away, or further shattered into powder and scattered with the wind, then the real kung fu is revealed.

For Wang Dong, it is not enough to just break the stones, he wants to improve this set of palms from the outside and from the inside, and the effect that needs to be achieved is that when a palm is slapped on the stone, the outer strips of the stone will crack, and the inside will be broken into slag.

Wang Dong stood on the nameless mountain, his palms casually and aimlessly, staring into the distance, with a deep expression of thought.

Cultivating internal strength from the outside, and finally achieving the same internal and external strength, this state is easy to say, but it is very complicated to do.

Logically speaking, this kind of operation is against martial arts—even against the laws of nature, because martial arts and cultivation methods in the usual sense follow the laws from the inside and outside, and only when the internal cultivation reaches a certain realm can they sense and respond to the external operating mysteries.

Specifically, it's just one word, gas.

The key to internal and external communication is all in this word.

Once you can reach the point of communicating with each other and being consistent inside and outside, then no matter what kind of kung fu you practice, you will be able to get twice the result with half the effort.

One of the most famous examples:

When the internal and external Vajra Prajna Palm Kung Fu was completed, it could even seriously injure the great martial arts master Zhang Sanfeng, who had inherited the past and opened up the future.

Wang Dong's brightest memories of Vajra Prajna came almost entirely from that sneak attack.

In Wang Dong's concept of martial arts, Zhang Sanfeng is a character who belongs to the land immortal level, and he is even beyond the ordinary martial arts world to a certain extent, and belongs to the same NPC as the sweeping monk.

The sweeping monk received a dragon descending palm from Qiao Feng's full strength, symbolically broke a few ribs, and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood (more like a deliberate modification to strengthen the protagonist's aura), and Zhang Sanfeng was attacked by the empty phase with a King Kong-like palm, and he suffered internal injuries.

These two comparisons made Wang Dong remember the Prajna Palm, and thus recognized what the strongest Prajna Palm should look like.

With one palm, there is an overwhelming destruction and deterrence, and there is an endless stream of internal support and continuation.

Wang Dong thought for a long time, did not make another palm, and naturally withdrew his hands and went down the mountain.

In the evening, Wang Dong went to the Scripture Pavilion as usual.

I hadn't seen the sweeping monk for the past few days, and I hadn't even heard his elusive voice, so Wang Dong speculated that he should be in retreat and cultivating.

The sweeping monk hides in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion all the year round, not only proficient in Buddhism, but also proficient in various martial arts, even if he is not as eager for quick success and quick profit as Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, greedy for more things, but it is easy to practice a few sets of stunts.

If it weren't for that, what ability would he have to resolve grievances like the Xiao family and the Murong family.

Wang Dong did not practice at night, but silently recited the "Miscellaneous Ahama Sutra" to dissolve the anger caused by the cultivation of the Prajna palm.

In fact, he could also choose to recite the scriptures in his bedroom, but it may be a matter of professional habits, and he prefers the atmosphere of being in the library and the Scripture Cabinet.

Wang Dong meditated silently, silently reciting the scriptures in his heart, and soon entered an ethereal and selfless state, and the whole person seemed to have become a scripture book, integrated with the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

A black figure sneaked in, silently, like a big black cat swimming at night, looking around, barely noticing Wang Dong's existence, until he came to the bookshelf area where Wang Dong was meditating.

He glanced at Wang Dong, and his body quickly flashed back, keeping a reasonable distance from Wang Dong.

Unexpectedly, after a few days of not seeing him, the little monk made progress again, and when he deliberately hid his inner breath, he almost didn't find out about his existence.

If he continues to cultivate at this rate, I am afraid that he will really be able to come first and catch up with his son Xiao Feng.

Wang Dong was quiet, and there was no action.

Xiao Yuanshan waited for a moment, making sure that the other party would not entangle himself tonight, so he was relieved and bold to continue looking for cheats.

Not long after, a gray shadow flashed in.

In the same way, the black shadow was silent, like a big gray cat.

Grey Shadow saw the Black Shadow for the first time, and the latter also discovered his presence.

The two stood still in the dim light, looking at each other in silence, not knowing if they had experienced a struggle of ideas, in short, neither of them was ready to do anything, and each went to find the secret with a sympathetic mentality.

Just as the gray shadow was about to turn around.

Sudden mutations.

Wang Dong got up from the futon, but the next moment, he disappeared from the spot.

A fist as white as a lotus, faintly glowing, came to the gray shadow.

"Huh~"

The gray shadow let out a startled sound, stretched out his index finger, and nodded at the fist.

The wind swept out like a sharp blade.

Wang Dong only felt his fist numb, and a force stabbed straight along his arm.

"Finger Joining!"

Wang Dong called out the Gray Shadow Breaking move, and at the same time immediately flashed back to the vibrating arm, removing the finger force.

One of the two is poised for a sneak attack, fighting with ninety percent of his strength, without building an inch of skill; the other casually greets each other, still holding back his general strength, but still has the upper hand with ease, and his martial arts are strong or weak, and he makes judgments from above.

However, the gray shadow was called by Wang Dong to break the ancestral inheritance, but he was a little suspicious in his heart, and did not leave immediately, but stood there looking at Wang Dong.

The dark shadow, who was concentrating on the search for the cheat, turned his head to look this way, and shook his head in understanding at the gray shadow.

The young monk was born to know that he was very eccentric, and his contemplation and transparency of people's hearts were even more troublesome than his martial arts.

Wang Dong returned to the futon, sat down and thought for a while, then suddenly got up again and slapped a palm at the gray shadow.

This palm is the Prajna palm that he realized during the day.

Gray Shadow let out a "huh" again, and took the palm attentively.

Feeling the undiminished power of the palm, the gray shadow was puzzled: "How can this be?

Wang Dong still retreated to the futon and continued to meditate.

The gray shadow seemed to be patiently feeding the king in order to get a glimpse of the full leopard of the "King Kong Prajna Palm 2.0 Version".

So there was such a strange scene in the Scripture Pavilion:

A dark shadow is actively flipping through the cheats;

A gray shadow is seriously trying to recruit a teenager;

A young monk is contemplating the mysteries of palm practice while fighting.

It's like a silent theater.

After Wang Dong finished playing a set of palm techniques, the gray shadow couldn't help but comment a few words, explaining his views and opinions.

Wang listened to it, and really benefited a lot and opened up new ideas.

The two finished talking.

The gray shadow no longer looked for cheats, and said happily: "I have been in the cabinet for a long time, but tonight is the most pleasing thing." ”

With that, the sleeves of his robe fluttered, and the gray shadow turned around and left the Scripture Pavilion, like a breeze.

Wang Dong would not narcissistically think that he had ordered Murong Bo, and the reason why he was happy was because he had found a new way of cultivating the Prajna Palm, and he could pass on this set of palm techniques to his son.

Over the years, he has copied so many secret books from the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and each one has such and such problems when he practiced, so he had to experiment on another person first, and the effect was not good.

Now that he has finally cracked a stunt, he will pass it on to his son after perfecting it, how happy is it?

The black shadow happened to find his favorite cheats at this time, and he didn't greet Wang Dong and went on his own.

In the following days, Wang Dong did not see the black and gray shadows again, nor did he see the sweeping monk again.

But after a battle with the Gray Shadow, his Prajna palm finally reached a higher level, and now with a single palm, the palm power can already knock a boulder into a small stone.

Half a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

The team sent by the Shaolin Temple to Luoyang to observe the change of the beggars has been confirmed.

Wang Dong was not among them, but he had lofty ambitions, and always held the mentality that a monk who did not want to be an abbot was not a good monk, and he disdained to see the majesty of others, and was selected as a disciple of the virtual character generation to watch the ceremony.

He was overjoyed, and the smile on his face couldn't be hidden.

"It's really a pleasure to be able to go down the mountain with my uncle and ancestor to see the world. ”

Wang Dong secretly complained: "Monks can't escape the law of God in the 21st century. ”

"I was selected to go down the mountain with my uncle this time, senior brother, Xuzhu, what do you want to say?"

The void didn't bother to pay attention to him.

Wang said: "The female benefactor under the mountain is a white rabbit, and when she sees it, she must be strong and brave to pounce forward." ”

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The next day, the Shaolin Temple team went down the mountain to Luoyang.

Wang Dong also quietly followed, and went down the mountain together.