Zhang Wu didn't know that the master was for him, so he went to the imperial capital alone to find the truth.

Just cares about playing in the mountains and rivers, and Wang Yunyan**, so unhappy.

Occasionally practice martial arts, play through the back boxing, dance big dance scenes, engage in Tai Chi Gong, revel in pictograms, walk two laps of gossip, and every move in the back is boxing, more and more esoteric, vague can be used to do kung fu.

There is a kind of atmosphere on the body, humble as a ritual, but it makes people feel noble, and the behavior is abnormal.

A frown can make the people around him walk on thin ice, and the atmosphere will not dare to come out.

Haha laughs, can make people like a spring breeze, the heart is full of joy.

Especially Wang Yunyan feels the deepest, every day with Zhang Wu, somehow always centered on him, he laughs at you and laughs, he is sad because of the incomprehension of boxing, and your mood will also be affected, but his mind is very clear, his thinking is active, and he always feels as if he has become smarter.

Tell Zhang Wu about this situation, this guy is very proud, and he brags: "I am about to become an immortal, and I am only one chance away!"

Wang Yunyan doesn't understand these things, as long as Zhang Wu gets better, she will be happy.

When he came to Penn on this day, Zhang Wu's impression of Buddhism had changed, but he directly hated him in this place.

The Buddhist culture is so prosperous that the streets are bald, and even women shave their heads and receive ordination.

In Penn City, the central city of a state, there are temples and Buddha halls everywhere, and everyone recites Buddha, men and women, young and old.

Walking on the road, everyone was kind and kind-eyed, with a bald head rubbing a bright reflection, and an expression like a mold carved out.

Feel free to ask, there is an Arhat here, the cowhide is blown bigger than the sky, and my brother is also a person who is about to become an immortal, I really want to see what this "Arhat" is!

Follow the guidance to a temple outside, the gold is shining, the nan trees cover the sky, the red wall is surrounded, the cigarette smoke is curling, and there is really some weather.

Follow the visitors in, enjoy the flowers and see the mountain, there is a martial arts performance here, but it is not a charlatan trick such as chest crushing boulders, but a human body suspension technique.

Ah Sange often plays this kind of on the street, supporting himself with an iron rod with one hand, and sitting in the air with his whole body off the ground, which can overcome gravity and ignore the rules of physics.

However, it is generally a deception, with wide clothes and iron frames hidden in their sleeves.

But the person in front of him was real, which made Zhang Wu think about the truth for a while, if he changed himself, could he do it?

The answer is yes, with his arm strength, it is not a problem at all to prop himself up.

Xingyi Quan has a method of lifting weights, which can make him ignore gravity, jump from the roof, and fall slowly, the time of falling can be extended by two times, and he landed in one second, but he fell in two seconds.

But to be as light and breezy as others, to support one arm for more than ten minutes, all relying on arm strength, he thinks that his endurance cannot reach this level.

Thinking about it, he suddenly smiled.

Because I thought about the scene of Tangshan falling from a height of 100 meters, as well as his dragon king style, manipulating the wind and rain boxing skills, and integrating the magnetic field of his body with heaven and earth, heaven and man are one, and the direction of the rotation of the planet coincides, which can achieve a state of weightlessness.

The heart was enlightened, the internal qi was running when he closed his eyes, and the 84,000 pores around his body suddenly opened and closed, emitting a breath of qi, and the energy field was changed.

The monk who was performing the levitation technique was shocked, opened his eyes suddenly, and slammed into the ground with a "poof", almost falling into a dog and eating.

After getting up, he was furious: "Which colleague kicks the field?"

Zhang Wu secretly stuck out his tongue, knowing that he had ruined other people's good deeds, and pulled Wang Yunyan's mother and son to leave.

But his bearing is really outstanding, and this movement stands out from the crowd, plus there are grooves in the center of his eyebrows, and his temples are protruding, and he is exposed at the moment.

"This donor walks slowly!" the monk angrily pushed away the crowd and rushed straight towards Zhang Wu.

"Eh, are you in trouble?" Zhang Wuxian was weak-hearted.

"The donor has a way to break my levitation technique, he must be a martial arts master, meeting is fate, it is better to learn from each other, compare skills to verify kung fu, and learn from each other!" The monk spoke very impulsively and did not let others.

Zhang Wu didn't want to be in vain, but looking at the monk's aggressive appearance, it seems that my brother is afraid of you?

Signaling Wang Yunyan's mother and son to stand farther away, the surrounding spectators saw the levitation technique, knew that the monk was a cow, and now they were going to do it with people, and they were all excited.

The two of them are not really fighting, but competing skills, comparing martial arts skills, Zhang Wu does not want to take advantage of others, and the monk just played the suspension technique with a lot of physical consumption, so let him rest for a while.

Half an hour later, the monk was in high spirits, his eyes were bright, his anger had subsided, he looked at Zhang Wu again, and he was suddenly shocked, this guy's heart was concave, and the top of his head was almost sunken into a hole, only the scalp was not pierced, this is about to become an immortal!

However, he is not afraid, if he does not cultivate high martial arts, he must be powerful, most of the monks in Pennsylvania do not practice boxing, only participate in Zen enlightenment, and seek ideological liberation.

"Will you come first or will I come first?"

"You are the landlord, you please first!"

Needless to say, when his subordinates saw the true chapter, the monk sat cross-legged, and then stretched out one hand under his crotch, and with a strong arm, he kept a cross-legged posture and bounced himself up, and when he fell, he used the strength of one finger to support his whole body, one finger Zen!

It's like sitting in the void!

The surrounding tourists were crazy, "wow" exclaimed, as if seeing the gods, they were shocked by this kung fu.

Zhang Wu was also surprised, he had seen Tangshan use the touch print, and poke his finger forward to split the ground and divide the river, burst the air, the rain did not fall, and killed Maitreya Buddha ten meters in the air.

The predecessor of the touchdown seal is the one-finger meditation, which is practiced to the extreme, like the seal of Shakyamuni, with the fingertips pointing to the ground to subdue all evil spirits.

This monk is amazing!

"How is my kung fu?" The monk finished his work, his face was flat, as if he had done a trivial thing.

"Awesome!"

Zhang Wu was sincerely impressed, but he would not admit defeat, jumped up, knocked his head downward, like a pencil to the pestle, his right hand fell to the ground before his head, and his index finger "collapsed" to the ground, and the red brick cracked, and he used the force of the knock, his head was still down, and his body bounced straight into the air.

When the index finger is flicked again, the person rises straight from the ground, and keeps the head downward, three times in a row, the red brick cracks three pieces, and it is one meter high from the ground under a flick, which is like a needle hitting the ground!

"Jumping" three times smashed the red bricks to smithereens, and the crisp sound of fingers hitting the ground can be like an earthquake.

The audience was silent, is this still human?

The monk also withered, quietly looking at the broken red bricks, his face was hot, and he knew that he had lost.

And after Zhang Wu finished playing with this hand, the index finger of his right hand was swollen thicker than his thumb, the nail cover almost fell off, and he was already black and purple, as if he had been hit by a big stone, and his wrist was also thicker, and the price was not small.