I practiced in the United States

Li Ang sighed. Although he didn't say anything, his eyes showed his disapproval of his words.

Even Nie Zhaofeng explained:

"I have seen Chairman Li's Kung Fu with my own eyes. Although he has practiced a variety of martial arts, he definitely doesn't just dabble in each one. He really has a deep understanding of these Kung Fu and his realm is quite high. Don't look down on others."

Yanfeng shook his head and said quickly:

"No, no, I just put forward some of my personal opinions."

But he said so, but anyone with a little ability to observe words and expressions can see that he didn't believe what Nie Zhaofeng said at all.

This is of course normal. Li Ang's age, at most, looks like he is in his early twenties. Even if he started practicing martial arts at the age of five or six, it would be good if he could master a Kung Fu in more than ten years, not to mention that many of the Kung Fu he just mentioned require a lifetime to learn.

Li Ang was quite helpless to meet such a person who didn't speak directly and always beat around the bush, but after all, this was his territory, and he couldn't just go up and beat him up to prove that his martial arts were good, right?

Li Ang thought to himself that if the right way really didn't work, then he would inevitably have to take some wild ways.

On the road to life evolution, what can these slightly immoral things count for?

If he really pays attention to abiding by the law, he would probably have to stay in prison for decades just for the crime of excessive self-defense.

Seeing that the scene fell into silence and the atmosphere became more and more awkward, Nie Zhaofeng also spoke at the right time:

"Brother, no matter what, you have to give our Chairman Li a chance to show himself? What exactly is the situation at that time? It will come out after a try."

Nie Zhaofeng can be said to have absolute confidence in Li Ang. He has seen Li Ang beat a group of professional players with his own eyes.

As for the level of the monks in Shaolin Temple, although he was not the best fighter in the group, he always felt that the gap was not so big that he could not catch up.

Although decades have passed, the system is still the same after all, and it is unlikely that there will be any qualitative changes in the personnel.

Hearing his old acquaintances say so, Yanfeng also sighed:

"Donor Li, since you are so confident in the kung fu you have learned, why not have a fight with my junior brother? This will also prove your martial arts attainments and have the qualifications to watch the "Xi Sui Jing" at least. "

As the receptionist in the temple, he also knew that even if he wanted to drive people away, he had to give them a convincing reason, otherwise, he might come to harass him many times later.

What's more, Li Ang was brought by an acquaintance, so he had to save face.

As for the so-called martial arts competition, he naturally would not go there in person. If he won, he would be bullying the weak, and if he lost, his people would be considered to have lost everything. Besides, in terms of actual combat, it was still the young people.

The only strange thing about him was that Nie Zhaofeng seemed to be quite confident in the strength of this so-called "Chairman", which was somewhat rare. In his impression, this junior brother had always been quite arrogant. Perhaps he had been in a capitalist country for so many years, and his edges and corners had been smoothed.

Hearing the monk finally speak, Li Ang also smiled.

I'm not afraid that your request is difficult, I'm afraid that you won't ask.

Let alone talking about exchanging martial arts with his junior brother, Li Ang would not be afraid even if he asked his junior brother to use an AK.

Several people came to the yard, and Yanfeng also called a junior brother via WeChat.

After a while, a monk who was about the same height as Li Ang, with a strong physique, and about 27 or 28 years old, walked in from the gate of the yard.

"Brother, is there anything you want me to do?"

"It's like this, this donor is also a martial artist, and he may have encountered some bottlenecks in martial arts recently. He wants to come here to learn and gain some insights."

Yanfeng found a bench and sat down, and then said:

"You accompany this donor to spar with him. Remember, you must show your true skills. Don't let this donor come with high spirits and return with disappointment."

Yanping nodded. He understood what this brother said. If you say you want to show your true skills, you must win. If you say you will go all out, you basically have to fight hard without worrying about your face.

Although this kind of thing doesn't happen every day, he has done a lot of this since he became the first in the martial monk assessment in Shaolin Temple.

Although he himself is not well-known in the outside world, in terms of strength, a certain martial monk who has been very popular in the public eye before has also been defeated by him.

Therefore, the only thing he feared was encountering some professional fighters who came to challenge him on purpose, but after hearing from his senior brother that this person also practiced traditional martial arts, he put his heart back in his stomach.

With his experience over the years, he really hasn't met a few traditional martial arts practitioners who can fight, and even if there are, they are generally not a match for his fellow disciples.

The biggest difference between them in the temple and those who practice martial arts in small families is that they have a lot of actual combat experience. It is common for brothers to practice against each other, not to mention the profound martial arts in Shaolin Temple. The actual combat experience alone can crush ordinary martial artists.

Li Ang and Yan Ping stood in the middle of the open space in the yard, while Nie Zhaofeng and Yan Feng sat on the benches leisurely. Judging from their states, they seemed to be quite confident in their own side.

Yan Feng could tell from Li Ang's standing posture and breathing rhythm that Li Ang was indeed a traditional martial artist, not one of those Sanda practitioners pretending to be one. This gave him more confidence.

The two men bowed to each other, and the sparring officially began. Li Ang hooked his finger at him, signaling him to attack first.

Yan Ping was not vague either, and he kicked Li Ang in the chest with a powerful Vajra kick.

But facing this powerful kick, Li Ang did not react at all, as if the picture was stuck.

Even Yan Feng was a little uneasy now. He just wanted his junior brother to win the sparring, not to kick him out of trouble.

Not only would Nie Zhaofeng be embarrassed, but if he really kicked the other person and got into trouble, he would have to pay for an ambulance.

If the other party was shameless and blackmailed them, it would be difficult to deal with it later.

Nie Zhaofeng remained calm as always. In his impression, Li Ang had almost no shortcomings, and his ability to withstand blows was also quite impressive. With his physique, this kick would basically not have much impact.

And at the moment before his kick hit his chest, Li Ang suddenly thrust his chest and met the kick.

The result of the collision between the two was that Yanping even stepped back two steps. Li Ang looked completely calm, as if the kick he just made was not his chest at all.

"What kind of martial arts is this?"

Yanping was a little tongue-tied. He had used this move many times, and some were dodged, some kicked against him, some were kicked down by him, and some were pushed down, but he had never seen anyone who could use his chest to push himself back.

Yanfeng frowned. He was not an amateur. If Li Ang was not pretending to be tough, his physical fitness would probably be stronger than that of his junior brother. This was a bit difficult.

He quickly took out his mobile phone and continued to call people.

On the other side, Li Ang calmly replied:

"As a monk of Shaolin Temple, you should know that the Thirteen Taibao practiced horizontally?"

He deliberately took such a kick to show it. He did learn the martial arts of Shaolin Temple. If it were not for the fact that Yi Jin Jing was not easy to demonstrate in actual combat, he would have to do it again.

Now that the demonstration was over, Li Ang did not wait passively, but chose to take the initiative.

"Why don't you try my leg skills?"

After Li Ang finished speaking, he directly stepped sideways and kicked directly to the same position on his chest. The extremely fast speed made Yanping have no time to dodge at all. He only had time to cross his arms to protect his chest.

Nie Zhaofeng always felt that he had seen this scene before. It was not until Yanping flew out and fell to the ground that he finally remembered that it was in Bruce Lee's movie. Even the posture of kicking someone flying was exactly the same.

Yanping, who was kicked, was already a little overwhelmed. The moment he flew out and landed, he was even more stunned. Although he was not seriously injured, he really couldn't get up from the ground in a short time.

In other words, even if he could get up, he didn't want to get up now.

Yanping looked at Brother Yanfeng with a resentful look, and muttered in his heart: "What kind of opponent did you find for me? The strength is not at the same level at all."

He really doubted that the young man in front of him was definitely a professional fighter. Maybe he had studied some horizontal martial arts, but he definitely couldn't specialize in traditional martial arts.

Otherwise, if traditional martial arts practitioners could have this level, they wouldn't be scolded like this on the Internet.

Li Ang smiled and said to Yanfeng:

"How is it, Master Yanfeng?"

Yanfeng was not too flustered. After confirming that his junior brother was fine, he also said solemnly:

"Since Mr. Li has proved that he is indeed practicing this line, he is naturally qualified to participate in the test."

"Test?"

Li Ang was a little confused.

Although he knew that it would not be so easy for him to get the "Xisui Jing", from what he said, it seemed that he had just passed the novice tutorial, and the real level was still behind.

"That's right."

Yanfeng nodded, "Over the years, there have been too many people who came to Shaolin Temple to ask for the "Xisui Jing". The temple took the trouble to set up a special test."

Li Ang looked at Nie Zhaofeng and found that he was also confused. Obviously, he had never heard of any test specifically for the "Xisui Jing".

Yanfeng also understood the two people's confusion and explained:

"It's normal that Junior Brother Nie doesn't know. After all, as I just said, there are not many people who are qualified to participate in this test in these years. If you can't even beat an ordinary monk in Shaolin Temple, then participating in the test is a waste of time."

As he was talking, several monks came in from outside. Just by looking at their age and demeanor, it can be known that their status in the temple must be high.

The few people who came in first glanced at Yanfeng. After he nodded, the leader slowly said:

"I guess it is this donor who wants to participate in the test in our Shaolin Temple?"

After getting Li Ang's affirmative answer, the monk who was about fifty years old continued:

"This test is actually not complicated. There are only two items. The first item is to see whether the donor has a predestined relationship with our Buddha. The donor came at the right time. Our annual Buddha meeting will be held in a few days. If the donor can come out on top among all the people, then he has passed the test."

"The other test is to test the donor's body and whether he has the ability to learn this true scripture, so as to avoid insufficient foundation and counterproductive effect. The specific content of this test is to pass the Eighteen Bronze Men Formation of our Shaolin Temple."

Li Ang asked suddenly:

"After this, you won't tell me what procedures are required? Or is there any ultimate test? If there is If you have any questions, you might as well say them all at once. Don't be like Pinduoduo, who always falls short. "

The middle-aged monk smiled and shook his head and replied: "Don't worry, donor. If you pass these two tests, you can observe the original copy of "Xi Sui Jing". Of course, the time limit is only one day."

"And the Pinduoduo you mentioned is not always a little short, but you didn't find the right person. You have to invite those newcomers who registered for the first time to help you. I guarantee that you will succeed soon."

Li Ang:.

"You are pretty good at playing on your phone."

After Li Ang confirmed it, he followed them to the back to sign the contract, which was nothing more than some exemption agreements.

Li Ang was also a little confused. All the eighteen bronze men formations, couldn't he really fight eighteen people alone? If so, except for those who cheat like him, even if Tyson came, he would have to call an ambulance, right?

There are still three days before the so-called Buddha meeting. Li Ang is not in a hurry for a few days. He can take this opportunity to go around.

After coming out of Shaolin Temple, Li Ang also had a good tour of Songshan Mountain. It is true that these mountains in China have a different charm compared to the pure natural scenery abroad. Maybe this is the difference between having cultural heritage or not.

After the tour of Songshan Mountain, Li Ang assembled the team again and visited some popular attractions in Zhengzhou in the next two days. Most of the time, Li Ang spent time eating. There are also quite a lot of delicacies here, which taste much better than those abroad.

On the day of the Buddhist meeting, Li Ang met a serious old acquaintance while climbing Songshan Mountain.