President Bingshan's personal doctor

Each of them learns a move, which is the most suitable move for them. In this move, they have been immersed in it for more than ten years, or even decades. It can be said that they have studied the move they have mastered to the point of perfection.

It can be seen that Su Han in front of him is obviously practicing for the first time, but every movement and every trick he uses seems to have been soaked in the bath for many years!

This is too incredible, right?

What's more, some people watched Su Han's movements, and they still felt something. Compared with their own moves, they could see some differences.

It seemed that Su Han's moves were the most authentic, but he was still lacking.

All the monks in the courtyard stopped, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Su Han at this moment.

Seeing Su Han play it over and over again, he was amazed.

At this moment, Su Han is completely immersed in his own world, without even noticing that he has become the focus of everyone. He still uses [-] moves, which is already the ninth time...

"Whoa!"

Wherever the fist went, there was an afterimage. The movement was obviously very slow, but it made people feel extremely fast.

A punch sounded!

With a bang, even the space was slightly distorted.

"This is the evolution of speed?" One of the monks' eyes lit up, staring at Su Han's fist, as if he had seen some surprise, and his serious face unexpectedly showed a hint of excitement.

Originally, Gujing's face never changed in emotion, but it was hard to restrain it at this moment.

He threw a punch in a hurry, which was exactly the same as Su Han's moves. He followed Su Han's movements, and there was a bang sound, but his voice was weaker than Su Han's.

"It's done!"

The people around were even more stunned.

They all stared at Su Han, and seeing that the moves Su Han played were the same as their own, they stared at them carefully, referring to the comparison, and compared them one by one with the moves they had practiced for many years, paying attention to every detail.

For a moment, Su Han seemed to be a textbook. He casually performed the one hundred and eight postures, and the surrounding monks stared at each other. The scene in the courtyard suddenly became a little different.

In the distance, two figures stood there, blending into the surrounding air, and people outside couldn't see them at all.

"It's incredible."

"Vajra Arhat Fist is the supreme treasure of my Wuliang Temple's martial arts. How did this kid know it? Don't tell me, he just watched it all morning."

"Isn't it? Haven't you forgotten that we've been staring at him all morning too."

The tone of the two people was full of disbelief, more curious and surprised.

Although they have experienced ups and downs, they have seen too many big scenes and too many young talents, but they have never seen a guy with such a strong talent.

What's more, as Dharma kings of Wuliang Temple, no one knows better than them how difficult Vajra Arhat Boxing is to learn, otherwise there wouldn't be so many monks, each of whom would only learn one move.

Even if you only learn one trick, you need to soak for many years, and spend a lot of time and energy to study and ponder.

Su Han completely broke this routine.

"Tiger King didn't see it, so he definitely wouldn't believe it." One of the figures suddenly laughed, "Tell me, will he say that the two of us are crazy?"

"He dared to say us, but he didn't dare to say big brother."

Another figure said indifferently, "The person that the elder brother likes is really not simple."

Suddenly, the two looked at each other, and heard movement in their ears.

"My old bones are almost stiff, and I have something to do." A figure disappeared, "I'm going to meet the guests with Tiger King, and you guide this kid to the Bodhi tree. Don't waste such a good opportunity."

As soon as the voice fell, the two figures disappeared.

A group of monks in the courtyard heard a voice at the same time, as if they were struck by lightning, they immediately became serious and did not dare to make a sound, as if they were stepping on cotton, they retreated quietly.

And a figure appeared behind Su Han, stretched out a hand and waved it, and the world spun in an instant, as if time and space were reversed, and the surrounding scene changed immediately.

rustling...

Su Han only felt the sound of leaves swaying in his ears, and a majestic wind blowing gently, making him feel refreshed.

The faint fragrance, refreshing, penetrates continuously through the pores of the whole body, and even the soul seems to be floating.

Su Han was still doing the Vajra Arhat Fist over and over again, his whole body was in that state, and he didn't even realize that he had changed places.

Beside him, a linden tree swayed gently in the wind.

"No Bodhi tree, nor stand mirror……"

His fists became more and more fierce following the chanting and chanting one after another!

……

Outside the Wuliang Temple.

Crowded.

Ting Feng looked at the fallen leaves and dust on the stone steps, and frowned slightly, especially the stone gate at the top of the stone steps, with the three big characters of Wuliang Temple written on it, he was even more hesitant.

"Already here, you have no hesitation." Kanyu said indifferently.

He glanced at Tingfeng, "Wenxiang and I will wait for your order."

"when!"

As soon as the words fell, a bell sounded from Wuliang Temple, melodious and far-reaching, as if it came from thousands of miles away, echoing in everyone's heart.

Tingfeng raised his head and saw that the mountain gate of Wuliang Temple opened slowly, and two rows of monks ran out of the gate with long sticks in their hands, standing on both sides, ready to fight!

"It's the bronze man!"

Priest Heimu frowned, looking at the golden-skinned monks in half-length cassocks, his face was a little worried. The moment Wuliang Temple came out, it was the famous bronze monks!

"Dang!" The bell rang again, and one hundred and eight bronze monks all put on fighting postures, their faces full of seriousness.

The people of the Guangming God Sect are all a little vigilant.

Even Tingfeng, the chief adjudicator, didn't expect that someone from Wuliang Temple would come out so soon, and he was not polite at all to watch the battle.

He looked up and saw a figure stepping out from the mountain gate, his pupils could not help shrinking slightly: "Golden Winged Peng King!"

In front of the stone gate, a burly figure stepped out, wearing a golden flower feather on his head, and a robe that looked imposing, those sharp eyes were extremely sharp, with a kind of domineering contempt for the world!

"Long time no see, Tingfeng," Jin Chipeng King glanced at Tingfeng and the others, and said calmly, "Is there another one of your four chief adjudicators?"

Hearing this, listening to the wind, watching the rain and smelling the fragrance all changed their expressions slightly, and sank directly.

Who doesn't know that King Peacock Ming went crazy and killed a chief judge, leaving only three of them. King Jin Chipeng said this as soon as he opened his mouth, didn't he deliberately slap them in the face!

"Hmph, what about the Four Great Dharma Kings of Wuliang Temple? Are you the only one left!" Guan Yu's adjudicator shouted loudly, showing no sign of weakness.

"Are you looking for me?"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the White-haired Tiger King descended from the sky and stepped out. A terrifying burst of profound energy sent the dust flying!