Ignoring the strange gazes of the two elders after he left the scripture building, Su Heng locked himself in the meditation room after returning to the Nameless Nunnery.

The reason why he has been able to improve so fast is that he relies on the Floating Dust Sutra and the Red Dust Karmic Fire, and the second is the method of fighting that he has practiced in the disarming camp, which does not pay attention to moves, only pays attention to killing, as long as killing is a good means.

This is also a sentence that the old iron head often tells him.

But today, when he finished reading the more than 8,000 martial arts scriptures, he still agreed with Lao Tietou's words, as long as he can kill people, it is a good means! But at the same time, he also felt the truth contained in the martial arts moves.

Take the simplest "Demon Pestle" as an example, just combining the scattered forces is enough for Su Heng to obtain a treasure, in the past, he has always relied on the cultivation that is far beyond ordinary people, and the red dust karma fire can continuously provide a steady stream of true qi, so that he can compete with Tianjiao figures like Wang Xian, although he is strong, but he always feels that he lacks a little charm.

Wang Xian and Gu Cangsheng consumed less true qi, but they were still able to burst out with extremely strong combat power, which Su Heng couldn't help but think about.

Su Heng greedily absorbed what he had gained today, he used every move technique all over again, and then dismantled the moves that suited him, and finally comprehended the mystery to see if he could achieve the same effect without using these moves. He even sticks out his finger to gesture when he is fascinated.

This comparison didn't matter, but when the sun rose the next day, the meditation room where Su Heng was located collapsed, scaring Meng Yungui, who was just about to knock on the door, turned around and ran away.

"Senior brother, it's not good for you to be like this. Meng Yungui was so frightened that his face was bloodless until now, "We don't have many meditation rooms in the nameless nunnery, you demolished one this night, and we will all have to sleep on the ground in a few days." ”

Su Heng smiled embarrassedly, because he saw Kuzhu Shitai's expressionless face, and there seemed to be a spark brewing in those eyes.

Qingzhu was very excited, she came to Su Heng's side and pulled the corner of Su Heng's clothes, "Su Heng, have you learned any very powerful moves? Teach me!"

Her words reminded Meng Yungui, Meng Yungui immediately changed his face, and diligently changed a bowl of green vegetable porridge for Su Heng, "Senior brother, tell me about it." ”

Su Heng thought for a moment, stretched out a finger, and then pressed it on the wooden table.

"It's ...... What?"

Qing Zhu leaned his little head over, only to see Su Heng raise his hand, leaving a finger-sized hole on the table.

The edges of the small hole are smooth, not even the slightest crack, as if it were on the tabletop.

Meng Yungui was very disappointed, and said that if you teach something, you will teach me how to poke the table?

Su Heng nodded with satisfaction, sure enough, these skills don't need to be completely confined to fixed martial arts routines, if they can really understand the hidden rules, they can have such abilities with every move.

"It's a good drill. Kuzhu Shitai nodded, and the spark in his eyes disappeared.

Finally getting the approval of Kuzhu Shitai, Su Heng could be regarded as breathing a sigh of relief, and after he drank the porridge, he continued to leave for Fushan Temple.

This time, he did not enter through the mountain gate, which was too much of an eyesore, but directly climbed over the green mountain, and after borrowing strength from the cliff a few times, he directly "flew" onto the mountain.

"This leaping method is also somewhat useful...... Su Heng changed a few breaths in the air, and he could even change his direction slightly, which made him very happy.

"Little master, I'm here again. Su Heng came directly to the bell room in the back mountain, he came a little early today, and the little monk who hit the bell was still doing his daily morning class.

Seeing that Su Heng was coming again, the little monk's hand shook, and the medicine pestle in his hand fell directly into the medicine jar.

The other monks turned their heads one after another, only to feel that Su Heng was a little familiar, and then suddenly remembered something, these monks all turned their heads and concentrated on the morning class in front of them, as if Su Heng had never been here at all.

The little monk whispered to one of them, and then hurriedly walked over, "Donor, why are you here?"

"I'll take a look at how you practiced the Demon Pestle. Su Heng said very bluntly, and he didn't feel ashamed at all that he was peeking at others practicing martial arts.

"Are you pounding medicine?or is it such a big medicine jar?" Su Heng walked over and took a look, and then looked at the others, "This is pounding clothes......?

"Donor, let's go and strike the bell. The little monk said, "The senior brothers have morning classes to complete, otherwise they will be punished." ”

"Alright, let's go hit the bell!"

Su Heng followed the little monk and slowly walked to the top of the mountain.

"How many years have you been practicing the Demon Suppression Pestle?" asked Su Heng halfway through.

The little monk thought for a while and said, "Some people have been practicing for almost ten years, but I have only been practicing for three years. ”

"Your cultivation method is to pound medicine and clothes and noodles like this every day?" Su Heng asked suspiciously.

"Yes, because the elders in the temple don't look down on the Demon Suppression Pestle, they just teach us the method of cultivation at the beginning, and then leave it alone. The little monk nodded.

Su Heng felt strange in his heart, it stands to reason that although the "Demon Pestle" is superficial, it has quite a good method hidden in it, why is no one paying attention to such a large temple?

But how did he know that as long as the monks with a slightly higher status put their minds on those advanced martial scriptures, this most ordinary martial scripture could not enter their eyes at all, and in this case, how could they delve into it?

"After today, I will also leave, as a thank you, I will teach the little master some gadgets, how much I can comprehend, it depends on the little master's own understanding. Su Heng followed the little monk to the top of the mountain, and did not hit the bell directly, but said to the little monk.

"Ah, no, no......" The little monk was startled at first, and then hurriedly waved his hand, he knew that Su Heng was powerful, even if it was something he taught casually, I am afraid it was much more advanced than the elders in the temple, it was too precious, he couldn't afford it!

"Little master doesn't need to refuse, I just reciprocate. Su Heng stopped the little monk, "Take a look." ”

As he spoke, Su Heng stretched out his hand and pointed out, looking at no difference, but the bronze bell not far away suddenly burst out with a deep and long bell.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

......

The little monk was dumbfounded, yesterday's bell was only superficial, how could it be like this after only one day? He had been practicing for a whole year before he could strike such a bell.

"This is the "Demon Pestle" that the little master told me yesterday, there is a condensation formula in this exercise, and I just hit the bell once with the help of true qi. ”

After that, Su Heng stretched out his fingers again and inserted them directly into the trunk of the tree on the side, "This is the drill word trick!"

"It's a spinning formula!"

"It's a prose formula!"

......

"If one day you can learn everything, you can get out of this Fushan Temple and see the vastness of heaven and earth. After Su Heng finished performing, he got up and patted his shirt, and was about to walk down the mountain.

"Where are you going?" When the little monk was still stunned, he saw that Su Heng was leaving, and hurriedly asked, forgetting even the word donor.

"Go hit the Buddha's bell once!"