"Uncle Zu, there are seventy-two Buddhist stunts, I don't know which one you want to learn?"

In front of the main hall of the Reclining Buddha Temple, Duowen God said mysteriously to Zhang Yang.

"Which one?" Zhang Yang thought for a while and said, "Can't you learn them all?"

"All of them... It's not that it can't, it's just that the seventy-two stunts of my Buddhism are broad and profound, and ordinary people may not be able to master one stunt in their lifetime, and if they are all learned, I'm afraid they will ......."

Zhang Yang nodded, "Then let's learn one by one first." ”

But before the words fell, Tongtong came out of nowhere, "I want to learn too!"

"You?" Zhang Yang and Duowen both looked at her in surprise.

"Why? Can't I learn?"

"This..."Duowen looked at Zhang Yang in embarrassment, you must know that the seventy-two stunts of Buddhism are the secret methods of Buddhism, how can it be easily passed on to others, even if Tongtong grew up under Duowen's nose, Duowen didn't dare to exceed the rules, so he looked at Zhang Yang for help, no matter what, Zhang Yang is his ancestral uncle.

"Okay, just let her learn with me. "Zhang Yang is really afraid of Tongtong's rogue tricks, and he is his own registered disciple anyway, so it's good to learn some basics in advance. Since Zhang Yang agreed, Duowen didn't say anything anymore, so the two officially started their martial arts careers.

"This first stunt is called Vajra Palm, and it is the same as the Arhat Fist in the back, which is the basic ** of Buddhism's stunt, but if it is cultivated to a high level, it also has the power of broken stone and cracked monuments, and watch me demonstrate it. ”

After hearing more, he walked to the side and pulled his sleeves to his elbows, revealing his thick and powerful arms, and the calluses on his hands were dense, and he couldn't see where the palms were on and where the calluses were. It is like standing with its feet straddled and standing in front of the temple.

"Drink!"

Duowen shouted loudly and suddenly burst out of his palm, and the qi on the field was also condensed, only to see that as Duowen's palms continued to split out, the air on the field seemed to be split into sections, if it was split on people, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Whew!" Duowen slowly retracted, "Ancestor... Zhang Yang, do you see clearly?"

"Well, I can see clearly, and the power looks good. ”

"Although the Vajra Palm is an introductory palm technique, it is impossible to practice to this level without decades of hard practice. ”

The two were talking, and suddenly felt the air on the sidelines condense again, so they turned around to look at each other.

"This..."This time it was not only a lot of smell, Zhang Yang was also speechless in surprise. I saw that on the edge of the venue, Tongtong was imitating the King Kong palm that she had just smelled, looking at her like that, it was very difficult to play a trick, and her forehead was already oozing sweat, but this was not the most important thing, the important thing was that her seemingly clumsy palm technique also had the power to pull the air, although it was still very weak, but Zhang Yang and the two of them had clearly felt it.

"Tongtong, you..." Zhang Yang opened his mouth but didn't know what to say, he turned his head to look at Duowen again, "Didn't you say that only decades of hard training can have such an effect?

Duowen glared, "This... I don't know... To say that Tongtong is in this situation, it can only be one possibility. ”

"What is possible?" Zhang Yang hurriedly asked. Duowen looked at Tongtong who was still working hard, and said silently: "She is a once-in-a-century martial arts wizard!"

"Whew!"

Zhang Yang adjusted his breathing with difficulty, he didn't expect Tongtong to have such qualifications. This matter can be said to be a good thing or a bad thing for Zhang Yang, the good thing is that the registered disciple who was inadvertently accepted has such a good qualification, even if it is just the qualification to practice martial arts, it does not represent her cultivation potential, but Zhang Yang believes that there is a figure out between the two, and I believe that Tongtong's cultivation speed in the future will definitely be surprising. But the bad thing is here, Tongtong's speed is so fast, maybe one day Zhang Yang will be surpassed, at that time, Tongtong asked Zhang Yang to take her to the soul world, what should I do?

It seems that having a great disciple is not necessarily a good thing. "Bang", a loud bang pulled Zhang Yang back from his thoughts. "This..."Zhang Yang was so shocked that he couldn't speak, there was a miasma of smoke in the hall in front of him, needless to say that this must have been made by Tongtong, but what level was she just now, this is the kung fu of a stunned god, she has actually progressed to this level?

The smoke slowly cleared, revealing Tongtong standing there, and a basketball-sized hole at his feet, which seemed to be caused by the force of her palm. Duowen stood there with a grim face, not saying a word, not knowing whether he was surprised that Tongtong's strength had improved so quickly or felt sorry for his floor.

"Tongtong, are you okay?" Looking at Tongtong who was standing there stunned, Zhang Yang was a little worried about her. "What's going on here?" In the distance, Mr. Situ's master and servant walked over. "Oh, it's okay, I was teaching Zhang Yang a little palm technique, and I broke the floor by mistake. Duowen was afraid that Mr. Situ would see something, so he quickly stood up and explained. But obviously, Mr. Situ is also a refined guy, so he naturally won't believe Duowen's rhetoric.

With Duowen's skill, what are the chances of failing? Mr. Situ smiled and said, "Master Duowen, it will be painful to break such a floor for a long time. Duowen was silent, but he just turned his head and looked at Zhang Yang, which means that it is all Uncle Zu's bad, I have to take Tongtong with this girl, this is good, my floor. But Duowen's actions changed in the eyes of Mr. Situ, Duowen subconsciously looked at Zhang Yang over there after his words, it seems that the kid named Zhang Yang should have done it, but I didn't expect him to have such profound skills at a young age.

It should be a rare genius, no wonder Xuan Ming and Duowen care about him, but I'm afraid it's far worse than those disciples in the family. Seeing Mr. Situ coming, Zhang Yang also knew that he couldn't practice today, so he pulled Tongtong to say goodbye to Mr. Situ and Duowen. I can't ask for it, if this continues, I don't know what the hall will become.

"Tongtong, were you like this before?" In the wing room of the temple, Zhang Yang asked curiously about Tongtong's situation.

"I don't know, but I remember that when I was a child, I had a lot of strength, I learned everything very quickly, and I felt that it was very easy to do anything.

My grandfather said I hit my head and opened my mind, but it was too young at the time and I don't remember it. Tongtong recalled.

Zhang Yang was silent, Tongtong's performance really stimulated him, it seems that he has to work hard to cultivate, otherwise when he wakes up, he may find that he has been surpassed.

"By the way, Brother Zhang Yang, when will you teach me to cultivate the truth?" Tongtong's big watery eyes looked at Zhang Yang innocently, so that Zhang Yang didn't know how to answer her for a while, "Tongtong, you also know the rules of our sect, my realm can't accept apprentices for the time being, let alone teach you the method of cultivating the truth, so it's better to lay a good foundation now, okay?"

Tongtong nodded obediently: "Well, thank you Brother Zhang Yang, I will definitely learn seriously." Zhang Yang couldn't help but think humbly, after a long time, you are not serious in this situation now, if you are not serious, it is like riding a rocket, if you are serious, it will be okay. No, I have to try.

It was already noon when he came out of Tongtong's place, Zhang Yang quietly came to the edge of the front door, and his divine sense instantly swept over the entire mountain top to make sure that no one was snooping. In the next second, Zhang Yang jumped and quickly disappeared on the cliff. This place is good, this is Zhang Yang's sigh of reaching the bottom of the cliff. I didn't pay attention that night, but when I came back today, the space at the bottom of the cliff was much larger than the top of the mountain.

Zhang Yang walked along the mountain, there were strange rocks and potholes along the way, but this had no effect on Zhang Yang. Another vertical, Zhang Yang is already far away from the Reclining Buddha Temple, and there are no too big stones to see further forward, and Zhang Yang feels that it is no longer in the horizontal direction, it seems to be leaning downward.

Sure enough, not far ago, there is a large bell stone cave, which should be the lowest place in this area, the cave is not very large, there is a small crystal clear pool at the bottom, and the top of the cave is a bell stone of different lengths. Zhang Yang felt that he should not be discovered when he practiced here, so he found a stone that looked fairly smooth and sat down, carefully recalling the Vajra palm that had been demonstrated in the morning.

Suddenly, he suddenly slashed a palm in front of him, "Bang!" The seemingly insipid palm actually split the stone ground in front of him into a large pit with a diameter of one meter. In the face of this is enough to make Duowen and the others shake their heads and sigh for a long time, Zhang Yang shook his head, it seems that he is not satisfied with this level. Generally speaking, the strength of martial arts depends largely on internal strength.

Duowen has been immersed in internal strength for decades, so he can achieve the point of retracting and releasing freely, so according to Zhang Yang's desire, Duowen will do his best to split a palm with at least ten times the power of his own. Closing his eyes, Zhang Yang began to urge his star power, he knew that he had no internal strength, but it stands to reason that the power of the stars would definitely not be weaker than the internal strength.

"Drink!" Zhang Yang slashed out his right hand, which was filled with the power of the stars, but the result surprised him