(Add more to the silent helmsman~)

Tan Zong also said to Jueyuan in a serious tone.

"You're only three months old, look at your senior brothers, your head is smoking, your feet are in pits, this kind of Vajra cone pounding skill, you can't do it without three or five years of hard practice!"

"What? It will take three or five years to kick like this! ”

Jueyuan was taken aback by the amount of time it would take.

Chen Lang and Tan Zong both understood that Jueyuan wanted to take revenge in their hearts, but what would you do to take revenge if you didn't get home?

"Senior brother, good kung fu can't be practiced in a few days."

Chen Lang said and continued to practice, for Jueyuan, he could persuade two sentences is two, but he has to hurry up and practice, otherwise his life will be in danger, and who can he find to reason.

"Your senior brother is right, you have to practice martial arts, and you are not afraid of hardship!"

Jueyuan nodded, looked at Chen Lang and Tan Zong, and then said, "Disciple remember. ”

As he spoke, Jueyuan started to practice boxing and kicked his feet.

In the blink of an eye, three years have passed.

It's still the Thousand Buddha Hall, it's still practicing boxing and kicking, it's still those people, but the difference is that the originally flat ground under the feet of Chen Lang and Jueyuan has become two potholes.

This King Kong pounding cone, Chen Lang and Jueyuan finally practiced.

Among these brothers, the two of them who practice the most are Chen Lang and Jueyuan, Chen Lang is to be able to go home, and Jueyuan is to take revenge, so they practice every day with twelve points of strength, and they have never been lazy.

In the past three years, Chen Lang's heart has gradually calmed down, and he has been practicing martial arts desperately every day, but his thoughts about fake are also getting deeper and deeper, if he hadn't practiced martial arts every day and was very tired, and he was distracted, I'm afraid that the past three years would not have been so good.

Today's Chen Lang has changed from that thin boy to a burly guy now.

Compared with three years ago, Chen Lang is much taller than he was at the beginning, he used to be 1.7 meters tall, but now he is 1.8 meters, and his body is full of angular muscles, and now Chen Lang no longer has to envy other brothers and sisters.

Pinching the time, Chen Lang also knew that the plot would end in a few years.

Compared with himself who was just an otaku three years ago, Chen Lang has now become a martial arts master, and he dare not say that he is proficient in all eighteen martial arts, but it is no problem to understand a little.

With daily hard work, coupled with the sparring of a group of master brothers, Chen Lang and Jueyuan's progress is quite fast, at least a dozen of them are no longer a problem.

This day is another day when the master will test their kung fu, Chen Lang and the others will first practice their own by themselves, and then Tan Zong will find two people at random, and let the two of them learn from each other.

It didn't take long for Chen Lang's turn, and this time Chen Lang's opponent was Senior Brother Sekong.

"Senior brother, you have the best stick method, let's compare the stick method."

Hearing Chen Lang's proposal, Sekong smiled.

"Senior brother, since you know that your senior brother's stick technique is powerful, you still come from begging for hardship."

"Only by playing with the master can you find out your own shortcomings, so I will ask the senior brother to give me some advice."

As he spoke, Chen Lang took the stick and took a pose.

"Okay, let's have a good comparison today!"

Sekong was not polite, waved the stick in his hand, and smashed the stick towards Chen Lang's head.

Chen Lang was not polite, and immediately raised his hand to block Senior Brother Sekong's attack.

As the saying goes, a gun is like a dragon and a stick is like rain, and the power of the stick is all in speed.

I saw that the sticks in the hands of the two of them were hitting faster and faster, and the sound of crackling was endless.

After fighting for more than 20 rounds with Senior Brother Sekong, Chen Lang felt that he couldn't parry a little, but Chen Lang was not a person who easily admitted defeat.

Chen Lang grabbed the tail of the stick and forced Senior Brother Sekong away with a slash.

"Senior brother, let's let you see the set of playing styles that I have pondered myself."

Seeing Chen Lang say this, Sekong couldn't help but be interested.

"In that case, Senior Brother should take a good look at what kind of play you make."

As he spoke, Sekong stepped forward again.

In fact, Chen Lang's playing style, to put it bluntly, is a set of stick methods that he spelled out according to all the stick methods of Shaolin Temple.

The purpose of this stick method is to make people scratch their heads.

Originally, this move was a Qi Mei stick method, but the next move became a ** stick, but just when you are familiar with it, it has become a coiling dragon stick.

At the beginning, Chen Lang did move back a lot of advantages, and he made a mess of Sekong.

But who is Sekong? That was a stick genius who could realize a set of stick techniques by himself, so it didn't take long for Sekong to figure out the details of Chen Lang.

"Senior Brother Juehui, you kid really have a set!"

Sekong's mouth spoke, but the stick in his hand didn't stop.

I saw that he was as fast as a stick, and after a while, Chen Lang was in a hurry.

Chen Lang was in a hurry, and there was a flaw in the stick technique in his hand, and he was more powerful in lifting the stick upward.

Sekong's eyes froze, and the stick in his hand poked at Chen Lang's shoulder and neck points.

Chen Lang was too late when he wanted to get rid of it, he only felt that his shoulder and neck points were numb, and his right hand holding the stick could no longer hold the stick.

"Senior brother is still so powerful!"

Sekong didn't exert much force on Chen Lang's body, so Chen Lang didn't have much of a problem just because his shoulders were numb.

"Senior brother, your progress is not small, it won't take long for me to be your opponent if it goes on like this."

Sekong said with a smile.

"Okay, both of you have improved in your kung fu, especially Juehui."

Master Tanzong, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, also said to the two of them.

"The progress is so fast, and it is not in vain for your daily hard work."

Chen Lang and Sekong folded their hands and bowed to Tan Zong, and went to the side to watch the other senior brothers rest.

Sitting under the shade of a tree, watching the live-action version of the martial arts movie, Chen Lang felt that he was too old.

"How cool it would be if there was popcorn and a Coke!"

Thinking about it, Chen Lang opened his mouth and said this sentence baldly.

"What are popcorn and cola? Bro. ”

Sekong thought about it and didn't know what Juehui was talking about, but this junior brother of his was often like this, and two words popped out of his mouth that no one could understand, and they were no longer surprised.

"It's okay, it's okay, let's continue to watch the competition between Senior Brother Wukong and Senior Brother Jueyuan."

Chen Lang successfully changed the topic.

"Wukong's boxing skills have improved again."

Sekong couldn't help but praise the two of them who were sparring.

"Senior Brother Jueyuan's kung fu is also progressing very quickly."

Wukong and Jueyuan compete in boxing.

However, everyone can also see that Senior Brother Wukong is feeding the little junior brother and is not using all his strength.

Chen Lang looked at this scene and felt more and more familiar, because it had been more than three years since he came to Shaolin Temple, Chen Lang only remembered that the plot was almost seven or eight years from the beginning to the end, and he had already forgotten the rest of the plot.

ps: Today, the Internet was inexplicably disconnected at home, which is really sad......

This chapter is uploaded from a mobile phone, so it's only 2,000 words, but I'll make up the difference of 1,000 words tomorrow.

I added one shift today, and there are still five shifts left, so I'll try to get it done within three days......

In the end, I still ask for a recommendation ticket.........