The City of Terror

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The next morning, Wei Xiaobei got up early and arrived at the martial arts field in the church.

At this time, the martial arts field is already bursting.

More than 30 different martial arts monks are on the martial arts field and form a phalanx. They practiced Luohan boxing under the command of a middle-aged monk.

This Shaolin Luohan boxing is one of Shaolin's seventy-two stunts, and it is also Shaolin's entry boxing method.

To be honest, although the strengths of these monks are different, at least a few of them are already leveling, but they still focus on practicing Luohan.

To say that this Luohan boxing, since it is an introduction to boxing, then these monks are probably not familiar with it, but they can still practice. Just this insistence, let Wei Xiaobei not help but sigh, the world of martial arts The phrase Shaolin is really not fake.

Well, when it comes to these monks, there are a few children under the age of ten.

In the eyes of Wei Xiaobei, the skills of these children are also extremely strong.

In other words, if Wei Xiaobei does not have a property panel, I am afraid it is not comparable to these young monks.

Wei Xiaobei looked for a moment, his face could not help but be a little hot, and then stopped watching, he found an open space and began to practice boxing.

I have to say that there is competition in comparison, and there is competition, and people will be motivated.

After watching the martial arts training, Wei Xiaobei was also extremely focused at this time, even entering the unmanned situation.

Waiting for Wei Xiaobei to finish a set of octagonal boxing, only after receiving the work, I noticed that the young martial arts babies were curious and not far away, and the big eyes of Jingjing looked at themselves. lovely.

Seeing Wei Xiaobei's success, one of the round faces, slightly fatter Wu Wu can't wait to rush over, and went to Wei Xiaobei for a ceremony: "Amitabha, the donor, the little sister is polite."

Little age. Putting on the appearance of a Buddhist monk, it makes people feel extraordinarily happy.

Seeing this scene, Wei Xiaobei almost laughed out, but at the thought of it would hurt the young mind. Wei Xiaobei had to forcefully hold back, but he almost came out of internal injuries.

"This little mage is polite, don't know what's going on?"

After Wei Xiaobei stopped laughing, he also asked for a reply.

"Listen to Yan Yan brother, you are very powerful. Do not know if it is true?"

The little guy looked at Wei Xiaobei very seriously.

"Yanmi! Don't bother the guardian to practice boxing."

At this time a young monk came over and said a little harshly.

Listening to the brothers saying this, this little monk called Shi Yanmi suddenly showed a look of frustration, but still politely bowed to Wei Xiaobei, ready to turn around.

Wei Xiaobei was somewhat intolerant and hurriedly stopped: "Nothing, this little master is also firm in the heart of Wu, Master Yanmi, seeing me change a trick?"

The young monk saw Wei Bei, who didn’t care if he didn’t care. He just stood by. Some curious to look at Wei Xiaobei, ready to see what tricks he made.

After last night's discussion, the Shaolin of the Shaolin knew that the strength of Wei Xiaobei was unfathomable. Even after rumors, the president of the prajna hall had read that he was not as good as Wei Xiaobei.

Although there is no such thing as a ranking of strength in Shaolin Wushu, everyone knows that this Shaolin Temple has the highest martial arts in addition to the head of the Dharma Hall.

As a result, these young monks are somewhat envious and hateful to Wei Xiaobei. I also have to admit that the other's martial arts accomplishments have far exceeded their peers.

Therefore, the curiosity of Wei Xiaobei is not just the little monks, but these young monks are even more so.

After all, there is only a total of eight monks who can feel the strength of each other with Wei Xiaobei. More young monks are standing on the court and have not seen much of it. The discussion is over.

Hear the words of Wei Bei. The Yanmi Xiaowu could not help but turn back, and called his little friends, um, the younger brothers.

With a bang, Wei Xiaobei immediately surrounded a circle of small radish heads.

For these young monks under the age of ten and even five or six years old, the life of the temple is too boring.

So a little thing can inspire their great interest.

Look at the curiosity in the eyes of this small radish. Wei Xiaobei has scratched his head. What is good to perform?

Too bad is definitely not good, such as releasing current or something.

Still have to come up from martial arts.

Wei Xiaobei thought about it and made up his mind. The left hand extended and pressed on the bluestone board, then gently pressed down and took the hand back.

Seeing the movement of Wei Xiaobei, the young monk thought that Wei Xiaobei was preparing to shatter the bluestone.

Although it is not surprising to break the bluestone plate, it is a bit scary to see the slightest movement.

"Wow! Wei Shizhu is so powerful! With one press, there is a palm print. I don't know if Master can do it?"

Those little monks were quick-moving. When they saw Wei Xiaobei's hand, they looked at the past, and then they were bursting around and screaming.

Let me see, wait until the young monk probe looks at it, I can't help but be a bit stunned.

There is indeed a palm print on the bluestone board, with five fingers and palms on it.

The problem is that this palm print is not the palm print that was left behind after the bluestone plate was shattered in the mind of the young monk.

The bluestone board was not damaged at all, and the palm print was printed on it. One finger was deep, and the bluestone was soft like a plasticine under the palm of the hand. Naturally, the palm print was printed, and the fingerprint on it was clearly visible!

This young monk does not have much martial arts knowledge like the younger brothers next to him. Although he is not a top-notch in Shaolin Temple, he is at least a dark-minded martial arts realm.

In time, the time is strong.

In addition, due to the profound knowledge, Shaolin Wushu played extremely firmly on the basis of martial arts.

He clearly knows that this bluestone is hard!

It is important to know that this martial arts field is not just used by Damo Hall. It can be used by everyone when several other venues are not enough.

When the monks practice boxing, the damage to the ground is imaginable.

The slate made of ordinary stone can't be used for a long time, and it will be trampled. Only the bluestone made of granite can be used for more than ten years.

This granite slab is as hard as cement, and the stone has a characteristic. Although the hardness is very high, its toughness is relatively low. As long as the strength exceeds the hardness and the stone is damaged, the stone is extremely easy to break. .

To put it simply, a master of national art can leave a fingerprint on a piece of wood without destroying the wood, but not on the granite slab. As long as the force is excessive, the slate will be broken.

Of course, if you trample on it for years, you can also leave a mark on the slate, but it is calculated on the basis of ten years.

In short, the young monk saw that the fingerprints left by Wei Xiaobei were all scared, even if it was the Shaolin Mianzhang of the Prajna Hall, it was impossible to achieve this level.

Soon, Wei Xiaobei was called away by the monk sent by Shi Yongping.

Today is the day when Wei Xiaobei entered the Tibetan Classical Court. Wei Xiaobei naturally did not delay, and left after the farewell to the monks.

With the departure of Wei Xiaobei, the young monk seemed to go crazy. He turned to a middle-aged monk who was about forty years old. He grabbed the sleeves of his opponent and tried to drag on.

Although the middle-aged monk was too late to be dragged down, but after all, it was a master of the genius, and the left hand shook gently, and the young monk was bounced off. Then his face was cleared: "Yan Lin’s younger brother, Buddhism’s quiet The ground, the look of madness, what is the pull, what did the last thing forget?"

I heard this middle-aged monk said that this Yanlin was sober-minded, and he hurriedly sorted out the clothes and went to the middle-aged monk: "Amitabha, the master, just the guardian to Yanmi. They performed a trick, and some of the younger brothers did not understand. They also asked the master to solve."

"Oh? Let's go see."

This release of Yanlin said this, but it has aroused the interest of this master. After all, Wei Xiaobei had the master among the monks who had studied with him.

For Wei Xiaobei's kung fu, this master has some admiration.

When the master came to the handprint, I saw several young monks who were curious to use the fingers to pick up the fingerprints, but the fingerprints were so natural on the slate, let alone use the hand to smash, I am afraid even with a knife. There is no use for cutting.

After seeing this handprint, the master couldn't help but be surprised. Then he slowly squatted down and couldn't help but touch it with his hands. Then he became demented.

Seeing the appearance of the master, Shi Yanlin couldn't help but laugh a little. Before the master also yelled at his own madness, now it is his turn to be demented.

And do not mention Weibei left a handprint, attracted many monks to look at the colorless.

At this time Wei Xiaobei has entered the Tibetan Buddhist Scriptures.

Well, to be precise, it’s not the Tibetan Classics that visitors can see, but a newly-built Tibetan Classical Pavilion. Although it looks like a wooden structure outside, it’s stepping into the ground and spreading through the ground. The simple film can feel the hardness of the cement.

When Wei Xiaobei’s face was different, the monk who took the road asked after a sentence, and explained with a smile: “The original Zangjing Pavilion was destroyed several times because of the water, and it was opened to tourists, so it is now newly renovated. The Tibetan Pavilion has been changed to a cement structure."

Wei Xiaobei nodded. This is indeed the case. Although the wooden Tibetan classics look antique, but in terms of fire prevention, no more fire extinguishers can stop the fire.

I am afraid that a fire will come down. The cheats in this collection do not know how much it will disappear.

Behind the gate is a desk with a computer on top, a young monk sitting behind the computer, and seeing the monk with Wei Xiaobei coming in, hurriedly got up and saluted each other.

After that, Wu Hao showed the proof and introduced Wei Xiaobei to the other party. (To be continued.)