Seeing Zang Sheng falling straight towards the floor, Li Ming was shocked, just doing ten squats, just putting his right hand on his navel, and he fell to the ground?

Walking forward quickly, Li Ming helped Zang Sheng up, pinching his tense muscles, and his heart was shocked.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Li Ling stepped forward slowly, stretched out his right hand, and gently pinched it among others.

"Whew!" Zang Sheng's eyes were filled with fear, just now he felt that his whole body could not move except for his consciousness, as if he was pressed by a ghost. This feeling is too terrifying for him.

"Ling Li, what's going on?" Zang Sheng looked at Li Ling with some trepidation.

"You have been practicing Jeet Kune Do for a long time, and after years of wrong cultivation, you need to stagnate in the acupoints, and once it breaks out, the consequences are unimaginable. Li Ling explained.

"So what am I going to do?"

Zang Sheng didn't care much about it before, but after experiencing that vegetative feeling, he was really scared.

"It's very simple, follow the posture I taught you, practice for an hour a day, and after half a year, you will recover. ”

"Half a year?" Zang Sheng frowned.

"Half a year is a short time. Li Ling said with a smile: "Do you think that Huaxia martial arts is so simple? Once you practice wrong, if you want to correct it, it's not that simple!"

"Half a year is half a year!" Zang Sheng gritted his teeth and said, "Ling Li, hurry up and teach me the correct posture!"

"Hmm!"

Half an hour later, in the huge villa hall, Li Ling and Li Ming were left.

Sitting on the sofa, Li Ming's eyes flashed with doubt, looked at Li Ling with an indifferent expression, and said, "Master, what film are you going to make?"

"Martial arts films!"

"Master, do you have a script now?"

"Not yet!"

"Ugh!"

Looking at Li Ming's expression, Li Ling smiled, raised his right hand, pointed to his temple, and said, "The script is all in my head, I can write it later!"

"Master, can you tell me the content?" Li Ming's eyes flashed with excitement.

"The film is called "Jianghu, Martial Arts"!"

It's a very simple and ordinary title. However, Li Ming believes that this film will definitely be unusual.

At this moment, Wu Jing, who had gone to make a phone call before, ran down from upstairs with excitement on his face, "Ling Li, the president has already agreed to let you join the Star Martial Arts Association." Moreover, the president has prepared an induction banquet for you, and the time is set for three days after the Golden Melody Awards Gala!"

"Hmm!" Li Ling nodded, wondering if he was going to take this opportunity to find some martial arts stars.

"What about Zhen Zhidan and Zang Sheng?" Wu Jing had a trace of doubt in his eyes, and saw that there were only two people in the hall, Li Ling and Li Ming.

"They've all gone to the practice room!" Li Ming explained with a smile.

"Why are they so diligent today?"

At the same time, the Songshan Shaolin Temple, which is often more than 3,000 miles away, ushered in a group of ancient warriors.

Although the memorial service was scheduled for a month later, many masters of the ancient martial arts world still came in advance.

Shaolin Temple in the hall of the Great Hero.

The Shaolin abbot Rufa Master has a kind face, always with a kind smile on his face, and a pair of eyes with a cloudy color, looking like an ordinary old monk in the twilight.

However, all the ancient warriors present did not dare to make a mistake.

Master Rufa is a veritable extreme half-step master, and furthermore, this is Shaolin Temple, which can be described as Longtan Tiger's Den.

The world's martial arts come out of Shaolin, although this sentence is a bit exaggerated. However, this also illustrates the heritage of Shaolin Temple and its supreme position in the hearts of ancient Chinese warriors.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the poor monk has prepared a meditation room for you, you are tired from running all the way, why don't you go and rest first?" Master Rufa said with a smile.

"Master Abbot, we rushed to the Shaolin Temple more than twenty days in advance, we really have something to ask for!" A middle-aged ancient martial artist walked out slowly, his eyes flashing with grief and indignation.

Master Rufa raised his eyelids, his long snow-white eyebrows trembled slightly, and asked, "Master Lu Kun, I don't know what to ask for?"

"I want to ask Master Abbot to administer justice!" Lu Kun's eyes flashed with grief, "Thirty-seven disciples of my Lu family rushed to South Africa, but none of them came back, and I also ask Master Abbot to be the master of our Lu family!"

"Hey, Amitabha!" Master Rufa clasped his hands together, his eyes flashed with an indescribable light, and said: "Master Lu Kun, the thirty-seven disciples of your Lu family died for the country and righteousness. ”

"Master Rufa, I know all of this. Lu Kun's eyes were full of blood, he gritted his teeth, and said, "However, the Li family's Li Ling's approach makes us unbearable!"

"That's right, Master Abbot, please call the shots for us. For his own selfishness, Li Ling caused heavy losses in the ancient martial arts world of China, and thousands of families were separated from their wives and families. ”

"Master Abbot, if it weren't for Li Ling's challenge to the Martial God of the Capital in order to preserve his strength, my son would not have died!"

"Li Ling's heart is too ruthless, Master Abbot, this kind of big devil, he shouldn't continue to let him do anything!"

Listening to the noisy voice in his ears, Master Rufa's eyes flashed with solemnity, and he sighed in his heart. He knows the affairs of South Africa very well, not to mention whether Li Ling has the power to preserve it, to put it simply, without him, it is impossible for the new human race to be destroyed. It's a pity that the group of ancient warriors in front of them, blinded by anger, can't see this.

Even if they knew it, they needed to find a vent.

And Li Ling has become their common venting point.

"Amitabha!"

Master Rufa said a Buddha name, his voice was flat but straight to the heart, and he said: "This time Shaolin Temple is authorized by the government to hold a memorial service, so the task of Shaolin Temple is only responsible for the memorial service to be held as scheduled, and other things, I can't do anything!"

"Master Abbot, the monks are compassionate, how can you ignore it?"

"Master, Li Ling is very ambitious, and he can't be allowed to continue. ”

"That's right, he even dared to kill the martial god of the capital, what else did he dare not do?"

"Master Abbot, I kneel down and beg you, please do justice for us!"

Looking at the dozens of ancient warriors kneeling in front of him, Master Rufa's heart was complicated, and for a while, he didn't know what to do.

"Amitabha, get up first!"

Lu Kun had tears in his eyes and said loudly: "Master Abbot, if you don't agree, I will kneel and die in this Daxiong Treasure Hall!"

"That's right, so am I!"

"Master Abbot, my son was only 25 years old when he died, and his daughter has not yet been born, master, this hatred, this hatred, what do you want me to do?"

Master Rufa frowned and opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

At this moment, an old figure, supported by a young man, slowly walked into the Daxiong Treasure Hall.