Author: Canghai Guyin

It's quiet all around.

The leaves sway.

On the cliff, everyone watched Tang Li practice Tai Chi.

Time passes.

Tang Li walked back and forth like clouds and flowing water, as if he was immersed in some mysterious realm.

Suddenly, he stretched out his left hand, stretched out his right arm, and punched the wooden stake.

Bang

The wooden pile exploded with a loud sound, exploding and splintered wood flying everywhere.

"What!?"

The crowd was in an uproar and couldn't believe it.

These wooden piles have been specially processed and are stronger than ordinary wood. What is the concept of exploding with one punch?

"call--"

Tang Li closed his fist and stood up.

Look in front of you.

[Skill]: Tai Chi (Mastery 201/1000)

Tai Chi finally stopped at the mastery level of 201.

A mysterious epiphany, in one leap, increased proficiency by more than 70 points.

Tang Li felt a little like he was in a dream.

If only I could have this kind of epiphany more often!

…

"Master Tang's Tai Chi is so smooth and flowing, it's eye-opening!"

Wang Chuanyang stepped out, stroking his hands and saying.

"This is the real Tai Chi."

"This is the legendary boxing intention? It's so light and easy, it makes me want to learn Tai Chi."

"This guy is pretty good."

…

People discussed and looked at Tang Li with eyes filled with wonder, admiration, and incredulity.

"Master Tang's Tai Chi seems to have improved again..."

Lu Ziyan's eyes flashed slightly and she whispered.

After the opening display, the actual combat competition officially began.

In actual combat competitions, martial arts enthusiasts voluntarily come on stage to accept the challenge, or they send competition invitations to those who are interested in learning to confirm the exchange.

"Zhou Wende of the Bagua Sect, I respectfully ask for your advice from all my colleagues."

A young man stepped into the venue first and clasped his fists in front of everyone.

"Zhang Shi, the successor of Sichuan Tang Boxing, please give me some advice." Someone responded.

The two of them saluted, immediately opened their fists, and started a duel on the stage.

In Bagua versus Tang Quan, the two of them each used what they had learned. When the fight was exciting, the crowd cheered.

In the end, Zhou Wende of the Bagua Sect was superior in skill and knocked the descendant of Tang Quan to the ground with one palm, winning the victory.

People came on stage to compete one after another, and the atmosphere became more and more lively.

During the competition, if someone occasionally got angry, Wang Chuanyang would mediate and resolve it in time. Generally speaking, he used force to make friends, and the point was over.

Lu Ke also took the stage and won three games in a row with Bajiquan, causing quite a sensation.

Another competition is over.

Immediately, I saw a tall figure stepping out from the crowd and stepping into the field.

He is tall and majestic, with a height of more than 1.90 meters. He is wearing a monk's military uniform, his legs are tied, and he wears mango shoes. He has six ring scars on his head. His face is upright, he is not angry and has no authority, and he stands tall and majestic.

Like a hill.

This is a warrior monk.

"The little monk Yuan Xing of Mount Wutai, I respectfully ask for your advice from all my colleagues."

The monk stood with one palm upright and spoke to the crowd.

"Isn't this monk a Vajra monk who has become very popular on the Internet recently?"

Looking at the monk, there is humanity.

"What Vajra Monk? Is he very famous?"

"Don't you watch Douyin?"

"This Vajra Monk was once a soldier. His girlfriend, who he had been in love with for many years, was killed by a group of thugs. He was devastated. After the thugs were brought to justice, he retired from the army and went to Mount Wutai to become a monk, preparing to worship Buddha with green lanterns.

, for the rest of my life.”

"At first, the abbot of Wutai Mountain refused to take him in. He knelt in the temple for three days and three nights. In the end, the abbot had no choice but to take him in, shaved his head and gave him the name of Perfection. At the same time, the abbot of Mount Wutai asked him to return to the world of mortals for training.

Only when he can truly let go of the past and the attachments in his heart can he return to the temple again."

"Since then, Wan Xing has been wandering around the country, performing chivalrous acts, punishing evil and promoting good. He has assisted police officers, cracked many cases, and brought many criminals to justice. On the Internet, he is known as the Vajra Monk."

Someone explained.

It turns out that this warrior monk has such a tortuous story.

People were talking in low voices, either because they were inspired by the roundness of the story or because they were a little concerned about his majestic figure. For a while, no one appeared.

"Master Yuanxing, do you have any colleagues you would like to learn from? If you are interested, you can also send an invitation. It is rare for us to get together this time, so we should communicate if we have the opportunity." Seeing that no one came on stage, Wang Chuanyang said to Yuanxing.

Yuan Xing looked at the crowd and thought for a while.

"Master Tang, I wonder if this young monk is lucky enough to give you some advice?"

He looked at Tang Li.

"Um?"

Among the crowd, Tang Li was slightly startled.

"This Vajra Monk, the person he wants to learn from is actually Master Tang."

"It seems that he is also very confident in his own strength!"

"This competition is wonderful."

There were waves of discussion among the crowd.

Before, Tang Li practiced Tai Chi and exploded a wooden stake with one punch. People still vividly remember this.

"All right."

Tang Li stepped out from the crowd and appeared on the stage.

"Master Tang, the young monk has taken the liberty."

Yuan Xing put his hands together and turned towards Tang Li.

"Master Yuanxing, please give me some advice." Tang Li also bowed and said.

"I'm offended."

While drinking, Yuan Xing's body sank, and he opened his fists. When he stood up, his majestic body was like a hill, bowing and stepping, and it was as if he had turned into a tiger, waiting for an opportunity to pounce, with an invisible power and pressure.

Immediately, he stepped forward suddenly, clenched a fist with his right hand, and struck at Tang Li.

The fist wind howls.

Like a tiger roaring.

"Um?"

Tang Li's eyes narrowed slightly, his eyebrows raised, and he stretched out his right palm.

The two collided violently.

"Kick-kick-kick-"

The joints in the arms of the two men were crackling like whips.

This warrior monk Yuan Xing has also developed Ming Jin!

"good!"
To be continued...