The duel against the two immortals, winning without a fight, makes people laugh.

When Nie Jiugong knew the news, Zhang Wu had already come to say goodbye to her.

"You're going to Cangzhou so early?"

"The Xingyimen Conference will be held in a month, and I still have some things to solve, so I should have enough time to go around and go again. ”

"Okay, I'll go too, maybe I'll show my hands. Nie Jiugong clenched his fists and gestured, indicating that he was very strong.

"Don't go, it's not for you to participate, it's destined to be bloody, so I'll accompany Xiaolei in the imperial capital." ”

"Why do you care about me?"

"The prime minister won't let you go. ”

"......" wanted to force Zhang Wu to say something love, but it turned out to be a bad one.

And at this time, earth-shattering news came.

Xingyimen Conference, after the ancestors of all sects and factions discussed together, will be changed to the world martial arts, as long as the popular boxing in Taiyuan has a place, and invite the world's heroes to participate, aiming to improve the exchange of martial arts class, boxing culture collision, integration, to create a prosperous era of Taiyuan martial arts.

Shang Tiange came forward, with the prestige of the world's number one master, raised his arms and shouted, and the warriors followed.

There is no need for any intelligence agency, there is nothing in this world that he doesn't know, one invitation after another, three princes and nine kings, hermit masters, and junjie of various factions, all of them were invited, and three thousand invitations were sent alone.

Taiyuan, there are three thousand immortals!

Even the Son of Heaven and the mad monk have invitations, with an invincible mind, take this opportunity, come on, you guys go up together, let me relieve the itch of my fists.

Nan Fansheng made a phone call, and there were three invitations that Zhang Wu needed to send, because ordinary people couldn't find those hermits, only the masters of the sun and the moon, as long as they wanted to find someone, they would have this thought in their hearts, and they would feel something.

Yinzhou, this is a magical land, the most primitive ancient Buddhism prevailed, everyone believes in Buddhism.

Walking on the street, there are many people of different races, looking at the complexion is neither black nor yellow, looking at the beautiful face of the beautiful man, thick eyebrows, big eyes and beard, and the robe lady Baotou Wang.

"Nalanda Temple. ”

The temple architecture of the alien style is finely carved and beautiful.

It was not difficult to find the abbot, handed over the invitation, the old abbot didn't say anything, and retreated directly.

Idle, follow the feeling, come to the back of the temple, hidden in the shadows, unrevealed.

This is the monk's martial arts, invaded by the Taiyuan martial arts culture, almost as long as the temple will cultivate its own temple monks, the Buddha does not advocate showing his magic in front of the world, but the descendants can no longer do it.

The words of the Buddha are more effective than the holy decrees in India, and what the Buddhist scriptures say, they always think that they are the truth, but thousands of years of cultural invasion are enough to change a famous people.

This martial arts field is just a piece of dirt land, without any bluestone cement, after countless generations of monks trampled, the torch has been passed down from generation to generation, and has become harder than steel, like waxed tiles.

The warrior monks in the field did not practice boxing, but collectively made a strange posture, their arms turned back, stretched straight, their two hands almost attached to the back of their heads, their bodies leaned forward ninety degrees, their left feet were on the root of their right legs, and the golden rooster was independent.

This posture can stand firmly, without moving at all, and the elasticity and strength of the muscles and the balance of the limbs of the human body are comparable to those of dark masters.

Ancient yoga.

There is a high platform next to the martial arts field, a two-meter-high golden bell, and the bell body is covered with various handprints, just like the qigong master made a force to print.

There is a bearded old man sitting on the top of the clock, his hands folded, devout to the sky, like the Buddha preaching to his disciples, he does not need to look at people with the naked eye, but spiritual perception, how the disciples in the martial arts practice, the heart knows itself.

Buddha sits in Admiralty, good weather.

The abbot arrived belatedly and handed over the invitation, and the old man opened it and gave it back to the abbot.

"Garuda, Shang Tiange held a world martial arts meeting and invited the Kshatriya king to participate, but we haven't seen him for six years, and this invitation is in vain. The abbot sighed, communicating in pure ancient Indian script, as if he was regretting that he could not participate in the World Martial Arts Conference, what a spectacular scene it was, I was really looking forward to it, but it was a pity that he was not invited.

Zhang Wu couldn't understand the pronunciation of these ancient inscriptions, but he could understand the meaning, like mind reading.

The mind is distanced, just like a mother looking at her two-year-old son, although the child can't speak yet, but with his movements, you can understand what he wants to say.

"The master will not participate in such boring martial arts, he has been facing the wall for six years, and in three more years, his Dharma body and retribution body have been achieved, and he can grow old with heaven and earth, rest with the sun and the moon, and reach the realm of Buddha. ”

"We're going to be a Buddha in Yinzhou?"

"Yes. Garuda replied affirmatively, his eyes flashed with fanaticism, soon, soon, the Taiyuan Empire has ruled this planet for too long, there is no dynasty that will never decline, it is time to renew.

India has been ruled for thousands of years, although most people have lost their original faith, forgotten their own name, their own caste, but they did not, still communicate in the most ancient Indian language, write in Sanskrit, just to keep the last civilization from being crushed.

Silently waiting, silently cultivating, accumulating, this generation finally appeared a great man, the Kshatriya king.

It is rumored that he was reincarnated as a celestial man in the colorless realm, in order to overthrow the tyrant's rule and return the freedom of India.

"And what about this invitation?" asked the abbot.

"Ignore it. ”

Garuda jumped down from the top of the golden bell, beckoned his disciples to come over, and asked them to press their handprints on the golden bell one by one, not to strike, but to press their palms against the bell wall, without any force, to use brute force and qigong to print their own palm prints.

Among them, some disciples entered the wall for three points and were praised, and some disciples couldn't even press the seal, and Garuda didn't say anything.

Their behavior is not only a test of martial arts, but also like a mysterious ritual to bless this golden bell, just like the ancient bus on the book, tens of millions of people signed together, representing the people's hearts, even the emperor has to be moved.

Just as all the ministers worked together and signed this thing together, even the throne can be overturned, and the dynasty can be changed, these warrior monks represent the armed forces, the nobility, and the ruling class of Yinzhou, and they pressed their handprints together, which is of great significance.

"This golden bell is really strange, it has existed since the unification of Taiyuan, and every generation of our warrior monks will press the mudra upward, and the handprints have been countless for thousands of years, but this bell has not been flattened. "There are disciples who communicate with each other.

"Don't speculate and do your own thing. The disciple who entered the wood reminded him.

The rest of the people don't dare to discuss it anymore, without him, the strength is great.

And Zhang Wu, who was watching from a distance, felt something in his heart, and his heart moved to explore the situation in Admiralty.

"When!" For some reason, a sound exploded, which made Zhang Wu dizzy, but the disciples by the bell didn't notice it.

Only Garuda shouted: "Who?" His eyes were as sharp as a thunderbolt that pierced the sky, and the sword slashed through the void, making people's necks cold and hallucinating, and a thin laser penetrated his throat and dripped blood.