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The Li family hall became quiet.

Li Hao stared at the three Indian monks with an ugly expression and said lightly: "Are you here to find fault?"

"The donor is too extreme. For decades, there have been many exchanges between the martial arts schools in Southeast Asia and the martial arts schools in our subcontinent. However, there are almost no fights with the ancient Eastern Kingdoms. My uncle also wants to experience the top masters of the East, the myth master... to make up for the regrets fifty years ago."

Hui'an's face turned upright and said with a solemn face. In a blink of an eye, he became an authentic warrior who pursued the ultimate martial arts.

Tian Xing shut up, but his expression was very unscrupulous.

Salu's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened and looked at the middle-aged man standing at the door of the hall. It was the middle-aged man who Li Hao wanted to call Uncle Rong.

"Please give me advice!"

Saluo had nothing else, and he folded his hands together and whispered to Uncle Rong. His whole body was full of blood and blood. He could feel and see that the middle-aged man in front of him was stronger than Li Hao, and his qi and blood were only a little worse than himself.

In India, there is no division of mythological realms.

The realm of Sala is the Arhat Venerable in authentic Buddhism. It is rumored that the Buddha back then was such a realm in martial arts, but it is countless times higher than the realm of thought.

"I haven't taken action for thirty years!"

Uncle Rong said lightly: "I will not fight you. I didn't expect that you, A San, still have such a master. Old monk, you are a pure ascetic, I can see that. Unfortunately, you were used by your juniors."

"Amitabha……"

Sala shook his head and said, "Pursuing the ultimate martial arts is the oath I made fifty years ago, and it will remain unchanged in this life."

"As for the purpose, I don't hear or ask."

Sala is indeed a pure monk.

Uncle Rong shook his head and said, "I'll go and report to that senior Wang, you can wait!"

After saying that, Uncle Rong turned around and walked out. Li Hao wanted to scream, but he didn't even shout.

Uncle Rong appeared. It was to shock Sala. Don’t let Sala and others think that no one in the Li family could resist them, but he would not take action. The Li family would not take action until the moment of life and death. He is now calling Wang Hengxiao in person. It is also to show the background of the Li family.

There is not without mythology masters in Nanyang. There is one hidden in the Li family, but no one knows it.

"Li Furong asked to see Senior Wang. I have important things to report."

Uncle Rong's full name is Li Furong, the standard name of the servant butler in the old society. His name comes to the house arranged for Wang Hengxiao with blessings and said loudly.

The sound drifted through the house and went directly into the ears of Wang Hengxiao and Xie Lisa.

Uncle Rong's eyes instantly became illusory, and a figure appeared in front of him out of thin air. It was Wang Hengxiao who he was about to meet. Wang Hengxiao looked at Uncle Rong with a solemn face and said lightly: "I just saw that you were not simple just now. The qi, blood and boxing artistic conception on your body were higher than that of Mr. Li Hao. I didn't expect that as I guess, you are the real trump card hidden from home?"

Wang Hengxiao thought that Li Furong came to see him alone, which might have a purpose, demonstrating the foundation and strength of the Li family?

"Senior misunderstood."

Li Furong shook his head quickly and said, "Three Indian monks have just come to challenge him. The old monk is afraid that he has the strength of the Arhat Venerable. He is not an opponent in his hometown. He calls his name and wants to challenge you."

"So you came to me? Haha, don't you want to take action?"

Wang Hengxiao looked at Li Furong and suddenly smiled and said, "If you take my punch, I will bypass your fault."

"What's wrong?"

Li Furong said solemnly.

"The sin of concealment."

Wang Hengxiao punched in an instant.

Li Furong's expression changed drastically. Unexpectedly, Wang Hengxiao really hit him as soon as he said that. He immediately crossed his hands in front of him, and a sharp aura burst out from his body, as if a sharp sword that had been hidden for many years suddenly left his body, and the sunshine in the sky became dimmed a little instantly.

The murderous aura came out, and Wang Hengxiao felt a silence of shade all over her body. If she were an ordinary person, she would probably tremble all over and all her hair stood up.

This is the sofa aura of a true kendo master.

Although Li Furong was the housekeeper of the Li family in his early years, he received the true teachings of the Li family. He even learned swordsmanship with the Li Jinglin warlords, fought battles, killed enemies, and donated blood in his hands. Later, as the Li family went to Nanyang to live in seclusion, eliminated the hostility on their bodies, focused on practicing boxing, combined boxing with swordsmanship, cultivated their nature, and practiced for fifty years, and finally broke the myth a few years ago. In these decades, Li Furong only took action three times, each time was the moment of the Li family's life and death. At other times, he was the existence hidden in the secret and no one knew about it.

Even though he took action three times, no one knew his existence because the person who asked him to take action was dead.

The only brothers of Li Hao and Li Hao who knew about his existence were Li Hao and Li Hao, and they would never be rumored.

His eyes were like swords, and Li Furong gave up resisting. This was not his boxing technique, nor was his sword technique. His boxing technique and sword technique had no defense, only killing the enemy, constantly attacking, and I was invincible!

Whoosh ~

A whistling sound of breaking through the air.

Li Furong's fist was like a sharp sword, with extremely sharp energy, and collided with Wang Hengxiao's fist head-on.

The qi on Wang Hengxiao's fist was dispersed for the first time, and the qi on Li Furong's fist disappeared, and the fist strength disappeared completely. His body kept retreating, leaving a series of footprints under his feet.

"No, not bad...the sword technique and boxing technique are integrated into one."

Wang Hengxiao looked at Li Furong with appreciation, followed up again, and said, "Look at my swordsmanship again!"

Just now, Wang Hengxiao's punch only used three points, which was almost the same as Li Furong's full force, which made Wang Hengxiao interested in the special force of swordsmanship and boxing. He felt the aura and artistic conception of Li Furong's body just now, as well as the special force. He punched out again in an instant.

Like a sharp sword unsheathed!

Like a majestic king coming!

The Sword of Kingly Way.

A general trend was suppressed in Li Furong's heart. He was immediately timid before he was fighting and became weaker. He hurriedly retreated, knowing that he could not take it hard, so he retreated, and his fists changed his moves and strength, but they were authentic Tai Chi, Tai Chi Sword, and Bajiquan, which were all representatives of strong strength.

Bang ~

Collision again.

Li Furong flew backwards directly, his face full of horror.

Because Wang Hengxiao's punch gave him the direct feeling of sharpness, unyielding and supreme majesty, which is not something outsiders can understand. This is also a breakthrough in the spiritual realm he has been pursuing. He can comprehend the true majesty of swordsmanship, integrate into the boxing technique, and carry the general momentum of each punch. He can directly crush the opponent's aura and soul.

Unfortunately, this is a spiritual realm. Although boxing also emphasizes cultivation and nourishment, not everyone can understand the spiritual realm, such as the way of sincerity or the realm of no self.

"Stop, I'm impressed!"

Li Furong willingly expressed his etiquette for his younger generation. He was a super warrior who followed Li Jinglin back then. To this day, there are probably few people in the world who can make him surrender, because he has seen strong winds and waves, witnessed the change of the country, witnessed the racial war, and witnessed countless life and death.

I have long heard of Wang Hengxiao's legend and genius. Before, Wang Hengxiao and Li Hao fought against each other in the hall. He watched from the side and felt that there was not much surprise, but that his grasp of the force was at its peak.

At this time, Wang Hengxiao instantly understood the strength and realm of the sword technique and boxing that he had only understood thoroughly for fifty years. He had to admire him: Monster!

"I admire you too. It seems that everyone will have their own unique understanding. Many martial arts families in Southeast Asia, such as crouching tigers and hidden dragons, must have a good experience this time."

Wang Hengxiao's palm stood up and suddenly waved and slashed at the big tree that was hugging each other.

Sneak ~

With a crisp sound, the sharp sword-like energy cut a mark of two fingers deep into the tree, neatly and smooth.

Li Furong praised again, and was already a little numb. He thought to himself that the second son was really born to learn martial arts, and any martial arts would become simple in his hands.

"Let's go, go to meet the Arhat Venerable of Asan. Last time in New York, several old monks of Asan ran away. Next time I have the chance to go to their temple for a good walk."

Wang Hengxiao has little interest in Li Furong. It seems that the era of martial arts explosion that happened once in a century has arrived, and there are more mythological masters. Perhaps Li Furong is more than just one of the mythological masters in Nanyang, but in the other ten major families, who knows if there are any hidden mythological masters?

In Europe, where Wang Hengxiao has never been to, who can know if there are any mythical masters hidden there?

Each of these myth masters is a martial arts book, and it is unique, creating a unique way of boxing practice.

Same!

The martial arts inheritance of the Indian sub-large dragons for thousands of years is no shorter than that of China's history. In some traditions, their inheritance is even longer and more profound. Especially in religious inheritance, India's inheritance is the highest in the world. Hinduism is one of the three major religions in the world, second only to Christianity and Islam, and India also has the fourth most religious Buddhism in the world.

Wang Hengxiao was not interested in their religious ideas and the idea of ​​fooling the people. What interested him was that they had inherited thousands of years of martial arts and boxing. There were definitely some special secrets. Moreover, no one could compare to human physical exercise and breakthroughs. Even the martial arts that were passed down from the previous year in China could not be compared with it.

With such thoughts.

Wang Hengxiao led him down to the hall in front, and Li Hao sat in the upper seat to drink tea. At this time, he had already adjusted his breath and his face was calm.

The old monk Salu stood quietly in the middle, his hands folded, his eyes slightly closed, and his lips moved gently, as if he was chanting scriptures, but no sound was made, and his body was still tall and ashamed, without the old look of a centenarian monk.

Before Wang Hengxiao and Li Furong entered the door, the old monk Salu opened his eyes instantly and looked at the door like a torch, with a light that was almost as solid as possible. Everyone felt their eyes lit up, and then disappeared, thinking it was an illusion.

"My n’Sara, I’ve met the donor."

Sala looked at Wang Hengxiao and said with a loud voice, rolling and louder. However, it was getting louder and louder, and the ears of others around him were constantly echoing in the ears of others.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang...

All the tables and chairs began to shake.

Buzz buzz buzz buzz...

The strong sound waves were swelling invisibly in the small hall. The monks Hui'an and Tianxing hurriedly closed their eyes and recited scriptures, and their faces looked a little better.

Li Hao could barely resist, while the other Li family masters all had flushed faces and bleeding from the seven orifices. They hurriedly left the hall, and everyone had fear on their faces.

"Good means!"

Wang Hengxiao clapped his hands and said solemnly.

Li Furong came to Li Hao's side with a ghostly look. The master and servant didn't speak, just watched quietly.

Buzz ~
To be continued...