"There is a mountain man Wang Lie, I have heard for a long time that the world's martial arts are out of Shaolin, seventy-two stunts are famous all over the world, and I yearn for it, and I want to ask for Shaolin stunts, and I hope that all the monks will not hesitate to teach!" Wang Lie put down the brush and blew the ink with satisfaction.

"How about writing like that?" Wang Lie asked Li Suning, who was standing beside him.

"The world's martial arts are out of Shaolin? Isn't it too much to praise them, at least our martial arts have nothing to do with Shaolin. Li Suning pointed and said.

"Just be polite, there are so many martial arts in the world, it must not all be from Shaolin. Wang Lie said with a smile.

"Childe, do you really want to do this? Shaolin is the number one faction in the world, there are countless monks with strong martial arts, and they have a good reputation, are we okay?" A big man next to him said with a worried face, it was Guo Tianxiong who rushed over from Luoyang, Shaolin was a behemoth in his heart that could not be provoked.

"What are you afraid of, those monks' martial arts are just like that. Li Suning wrinkled her delicate nose and said disdainfully, "You have to teach them a lesson, otherwise you really think you are the boss." ”

"Don't worry, you can just send it up," Wang Lie said with a smile: "I'm just a normal martial arts competition, I won't hurt people, and I can't make enemies." ”

Guo Tianxiong's face is still full of melancholy, he is a famous family in a thousand-year-old temple, and he is just three people, and he can level himself with a little martial arts, just knock on the door and ask for death.

"Go, you go up the mountain to send the prayer post first, and I will arrive later. Wang Lie closed the post and handed it to Guo Tianxiong and said.

Guo Tianxiong took the post and pushed the door helplessly, anyway, his life was picked up, let's die, he thought so, Shaolin is a pure land of Buddhism, even if we lose, it shouldn't be good. He comforted himself.

"Ning'er, let's get ready to go up the mountain!" When Guo Tianxiong set off, Wang Lie said.

"Bold!" a monk shouted in the Daxiong Treasure Hall of Shaolin Temple. The shock made Guo Tianxiong's scalp numb, the monk was forty or fifty years old, and the beams of the house were rattling with a loud shout, obviously the internal strength cultivation was profound, and he was the junior disciple of the Shaolin abbot, Master Haineng. The temperament is the most fierce, and the martial arts are particularly strong.

"Senior brother, don't be impatient. The abbot of Haitong in the middle said, and said to Guo Tianxiong: "The king donor has a reputation, Shaolin Temple is just a temple of practice, where dare to call the world's martial arts out of Shaolin, if the donor wants to discuss Buddhism, the temple is welcome, but it is not the duty of the monk to fight bravely, and please go back to tell the sù king donor, just forget it." ”

"My son-in-law said it. It's just a martial arts competition, and it doesn't hurt anyone. Guo Tianxiong said stubbornly.

Monk Haineng shouted: "Senior brother, let him come, let me teach him a lesson, I don't know the height of the sky, the boy!"

"Master. Lingmen, who was standing behind Haitong, bowed down and said, "Wang Lie helped us catch the person who stole the scriptures, and it can be regarded as a favor to this temple, so let me go down the mountain to persuade you." ”

Haitong was about to speak, when suddenly a clear voice came from afar, "No need, I'm already here." "Word for word. It was clearly sent to everyone's ears. The sound came from outside the mountain gate, so clear in the ears, but it was just and peaceful, and it was not shocking. The purity of the speaker's internal strength can be imagined, but he is in the distance, but how can he know the scene in the palace? Haitong was slightly stunned, and then used his internal strength to say: "Since you have already come, please come." He added: "Haikong, Haiyan two junior brothers." Please greet the guests on my behalf. Haikong and Haiyan bowed down and said, "Yes!" Just turned around, and was about to leave the hall, the person outside the door had already said: "Don't dare to greet you." It is a great joy to meet Gao Xian today. As soon as he finished saying the word "joy", a young man in white appeared at the door of the hall, looking at the monks in the hall with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and a veiled woman in white stood side by side with him.

"Wang Lie has seen the abbot and the masters!"

Haitong didn't expect him to be so skilled, and there was a woman beside him, which was even more strange, listening to him speak, knowing that it was the main master, he folded his hands and said: "The king is here, our temple is very welcome, and the old man also wants to thank the donor for capturing the people who stole the scriptures for the temple." Li Suning has already entered the temple, and Haitong no longer mentions that women are not allowed to enter the temple, so as not to lose his bearing in vain.

"The master is polite, I came here this time, I have heard the name of Shaolin's seventy-two stunts for a long time, and I want to ask for a lesson or two. Wang Lie said with a slight arch of his hand.

"Lord Wang," Haitong said with his hands folded, "Lao Wei has just said, it is not the duty of a monk to fight bravely, if you come to be a guest, the whole temple is welcome, if you want to compete, the donor or please go back." "Haitong is over 60 years old, and his Dharma cultivation is getting deeper and deeper, and he has long lost the heart to fight. When he and Xiaoyaozi went to Shaolin Temple to participate in Haitong's succession ceremony, they didn't meet him, so Haitong didn't recognize him.

"Old monk, are you afraid, Shaolin Temple turned out to be just a waste of fame. A crisp voice sounded, but it was Li Suning who sneered.

"Presumptuous! How can a woman be allowed to speak in the main hall!" Monk Haineng shouted.

"What's wrong with the woman, your mother is still a woman!" Li Suning said sarcastically.

Monk Haineng is not good at arguing, where can he scold Li Suning, his face is flushed with anger, but he can't say anything.

"Master, I'm just here to meet friends with martial arts, not to fight bravely, and to ask the master for advice. Wang Lie arched his hand, and a force was born with the movement of his raised hands, and an invisible wall of qi pushed forward.

Seeing Wang Lie make a move, Lingjing in the crowd behind Haitong looked anxious, on one side was his master, and on the other side was his own life-saving benefactor, he didn't know how to worry about that side.

Hai Neng snorted coldly, and was about to step forward to take the move, Hai Neng had already folded his hands and shouted, "Nan Wuru is like a Buddha Shakya!" A force was born, and the wave sounded softly, and the two forces collided in the air, canceling each other out.

"Good skills!" Wang Lie praised in his heart, in fact, he was still very disdainful of the Shaolin monks, and later Gu Mozhi alone beat the monks of the whole temple unstoppable, if it weren't for the fact that there was a sweeping monk later, the Shaolin Temple would not have a super master. Especially the abbot of Xuanci, from beginning to end did not show a little super master, when he was young, he was the leading brother and was beaten by Xiao Yuanshan, and when he was old, he couldn't even deal with Gu Mozhi, he looked down on him at the beginning, he thought that the martial arts of these monks were average, but he didn't expect that the abbot of Haitong showed a deep internal force that was not weaker than himself as soon as he made a move, and he deserved to be a person who was praised by Xiaoyaozi back then.

"Master Abbot is good at kung fu, take me and my palm again!" Wang Lie took a step forward, came to the center of the hall, drew a circle with his right palm, and slapped it out with a palm.

"If you want to do it with Senior Brother Abbot, pass my level first!" A voice suddenly started, and Monk Haineng couldn't help but jump out, and with a punch, he hit Wang Liehou's heart, and this punch was quickly heavy and fierce. The trend of the fist wind is aimed at the vital point of the Yang Acupoint in Wang Liehou's heart.

The move came too suddenly; All the monks were shaking their heads, although this young man was a little rude, but after all, he was kind to the Shaolin Temple, and it was not in line with the etiquette to seriously injure him.

Wang Lie smiled, and continued to step without looking back, Hai Neng's fist was only a fist away from his Yang acupoint, but it seemed to be a world apart, he advanced and pursued, but he was always short of a fist, and Wang Lie's palm wind had come to Haitong's face, and the wind had already blown Haitong's robe.

"Don't be rampant, I'll fight you!" A monk appeared in front of Haitong, shouted loudly, and attacked with both fists, this person was the first Haiyan mage in the Discipline Hall, and his martial arts can be ranked in the top five among the senior monks of the Haizi generation.

Seeing that these two monks made a move, Li Suning was also a little anxious, it turned out that the Shaolin monks were not so useless, their martial arts were still quite powerful, and she couldn't help but worry about whether Wang Lie would be injured.

Wang Lie in the field didn't know her worries, he was caught in the front and back, not only was he not anxious, but he became more and more happy, he was originally here to challenge, he was worried that no one would make a move, someone was fighting, and he couldn't ask for it. (To be continued.) )