President Bingshan's personal doctor

It's like entering another world, completely immersed in body and mind, only in the mind, there is a figure, waving fists, it seems immature, fists and feet are out of order, but every move and style seems to be natural...

Su Han sat cross-legged under the bodhi tree, his face was calm, and there was a faint light shining on his body.

In the distance, Jiaolong King squinted his eyes, his face was full of surprises and differences: "Genius! Freak! It's really scary!"

He said three words in a row, words that he had never said in his life, seeing Su Han enter that state, he couldn't believe it.

I thought it was very rare for Su Han to comprehend Vajra Arhat Boxing. After all, although this type of boxing is the most basic, it is as simple as it gets. The simpler something is, the more complicated and varied it is.

What he didn't even expect was that Su Han didn't want to learn this Vajra Arhat Fist, but wanted to integrate this Fist into himself!

Su Han is like a big melting pot, he can absorb all the things that are beneficial to him, melt them into his own things, take the essence, eliminate the dross, and become more perfect!

"Brother's vision is indeed much stronger than mine. This son must be a real dragon."

Dragon King stroked his beard, looked at the bodhi tree shaking above Su Han's head, and turned his head to look outside. There was a fierce fighting sound coming from outside, and he couldn't bear it any longer.

"The group of sanctimonious things from the Light God Sect are really looking for trouble," the Flood Dragon King snorted, "I haven't exercised for a long time, I want to see if you old things have improved!"

With a flash of his figure, the Flood Dragon King disappeared, leaving only Su Han sitting cross-legged, under the bodhi tree, practicing ecstasy.

In front of Wuliang Temple.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The terrifying battle sound waves shook the world, echoing continuously, deafening!

The prestige of the tiger king lies in its indomitable strength, like a beast coming out of the mountain, overwhelming the world, every time the tiger punches, there is a roar of the tiger's sound, and it is a fierce fight with the chief judge of the rain!

"After all these years, you still haven't made much progress, old thing, it's time to go to the ground!"

Tiger King shouted loudly.

"It's you who should be buried!" Judgment Commander Wang Yu's face turned red, and he was no match for Tiger King in terms of his skill.

The two people came and went, confronted hundreds of moves, but they still couldn't tell the winner.

"Tiger, you can fight with a pheasant for so long," Gold-winged Peng Wang deliberately loudly said, "This Guangming God Sect seems to be quite good at raising chickens."

He turned his head and glanced at Ting Feng and Wen Xiang, and said calmly: "There are two pheasants here, and one is a female, it should be good."

"you wanna die!"

How could Wen Xiang bear it? As the chief adjudicator of the Guangming Sect, when had she ever been humiliated like this, even the Four Great Dharma Kings of Wuliang Temple would not dare to ridicule herself like this.

She screamed and rushed out immediately.

"It really is a pheasant! The voice is so similar!"

The Golden Winged Peng King laughed and couldn't hold back for a long time. He stepped a little, and a huge wing appeared behind him. A gust of wind passed by, and he rushed out: "Let me see the difference between a pheasant and a roc!"

"Boom!"

The two masters fought again, and the battlefield doubled in size in an instant!

In front of the gate of Wuliang Temple, the Bronze Man Formation has been set up, and no one can enter from here.

Ting Feng stood there without moving, and the faces of the high priests behind him were in disbelief.

Everyone knew that the Wuliang Temple was mysterious and terrifying, but they never expected that just a few great dharma kings could compete with the ruling of the Guangming God Sect. You must know that the Guangming God Sect is the most powerful force in the spiritual realm!

The chief adjudicators have already broken through to the Great Perfection of the Immortal King, and even faintly stepped into the quasi-sage realm!

In other words, the top combat power of Wuliang Temple is strong enough!

Lei Musi looked at the Golden Winged Peng King and the White Haired Tiger King with complicated eyes, without saying a word.

"This Wuliang Temple is really powerful, but compared with my Guangming God Sect, it is still far behind." Cang Lin, the priest of Heimu, snorted, "The top combat power can only compete with the judge, but once the leader comes out, Wuliang No one in the temple can compare, and the middle-level masters are even worse, so who can stop them with these bronze men?"

His face was full of disdain.

"Cang Lin, you are wrong."

Ting Feng didn't turn his head back, and said calmly, "These bronze figures are terrifying, you just don't know."

Otherwise, King Golden Winged Peng and King White Haired Tiger dare to fight directly and let these bronze men guard the gate of Wuliang Temple?

He squinted his eyes, saw a figure coming out from the mountain gate, and suddenly lit up: "Sure enough, the Dragon King has come out! I'm afraid you won't come out!"

He hooked his hands, and Cang Lin walked over immediately, Ting Feng exchanged glances with him, a smile appeared on Cang Lin's face, without saying anything, he quietly retreated behind the crowd.

Lei Musi frowned: "Not good, the three Dharma kings have come out, so there is no one in Wuliang Temple to protect Su Han."

When he saw Cang Lin sneak into the crowd, he disappeared, what should he do now?

If he didn't remind Wuliang Temple, or took action himself, then Su Han might be doomed!

Lei Musi was thinking of finding an excuse to leave, Ting Feng turned to look at him: "Priest Thunder, get ready, a big battle will break out soon, I need you to break the bronze formation!"

Ting Feng's eyes swept across several masters such as Lei Musi and Lan Bing, and said solemnly.

Once Cang Lin hijacks Su Han, a big battle will break out.

Tingfeng doesn't care about these, as long as he can get Su Han, even if he wins a battle, so what?When the time comes to take the person away, is it possible that Wuliang Temple dares to chase him to the holy city to ask for him?

Remus immediately became worried and wanted to save Su Han, but just as he moved slowly, Lan Bing behind him pulled his sleeve and shook his head slightly: "Don't be impulsive!"

He glanced at Lan Bing, his pupils shrank, he couldn't expose himself yet, once exposed, the plan would be completely over!

But Su Han...

"I hope King Peacock Ming will come in time." Remusi's eyes were full of worry.

"Tingfeng, they are all fighting, don't you want to fight with me?" Jiaolong King shouted loudly, "Back then when I pressed you to the ground and beat you up, you don't want to get this debt back?"

"Shua!" Like a dragon going out to sea, when the dragon king moved his feet, the sandstorm turned into a sharp sword and stabbed at Tingfeng directly.

Ting Feng looked very calm, and stretched out his hand to slap the sand sword apart: "Hehe, what's the use of being quick with your tongue? The one who wins will always be me in the end."

Cang Lin hid quietly behind the human wall formed by the disciples of the Guangming God Sect. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, his figure flashed like a cloud of smoke, and instantly got into the ground and disappeared.

He concealed his figure and aura, walked on the ground, and walked towards the interior of Wuliang Temple from one side.

"Su Han, it's mine..."