The large group of troops of the Divine Sect came in a mighty manner, and they did not stop for a moment when they drove along the way.

Looking at the desert flying in the sky with yellow sand, Remusi's eyes were a little lost.

"Prince of Thunder, what are you thinking?" Kuroki priest Ao Lin glanced at Leimusi and said lightly, "This was the battlefield that used to be, and now it has become so desolate, it is really touching."

Remus didn't look at him: "Things are different."

"What kind of thing, and who is it? Could it be that there is an old friend of the Thunder Priest here?" Cang Lin smiled, looked at the desolate yellow sand around him, and casually said, "I'm afraid they are all in this loess."

Remus ignored it and half closed his eyes.

Seeing that Lei Musi ignored him, Canglin didn't say anything anymore and stood there quietly. Not far away, all three ruling leaders were there.

"Sulhu..."

The loess in the distance were squirming, and a rustling sound came, and the ground was raised high, as if something was crawling.

Everyone looked over.

"Swish--!"

A figure rushed out of the loess, rushed to the front of the judge of Tingfeng, and knelt down respectfully.

"See the Chief of the Judgment!"

"No gift!" Tingfeng reached out and looked down, "How about the person you are staring at, has there been a whereabouts?"

"Return to the ruling! Su Han has left the Peacock Garden and went to Wuliang Temple!" The low-shaped man replied, "We are powerless to stop him!"

Just by their few intelligence personnel, how can we stop it?

Tingfeng frowned slightly, without saying much, waved his hand, and the man fled into the soil again and disappeared.

"Wuliang Temple... Su Han is smart and actually went to Wuliang Temple, but how could he get in this Wuliang Temple?" Tingfeng frowned, his face not very good. He turned to look at the other two judges, "What should I do now? He went to Wuliang Temple."

"This time the leader's order is to let you take responsibility, you have the final say." Seeing the ruling of the rain, he said lightly, "The leader said, be sure to bring Su Han back. I'm just here to assist you. You can arrange what you want."

Wen Xiang nodded slightly, agreeing.

Tingfeng snorted and cursed in his heart, these two old guys now know that things are not easy to deal with, so they won’t argue with me.

But Wuliang Temple is not an ordinary place, even the Divine Sect of Light, dare not provoke it easily.

What was the reason why the Western Regions became a desert back then? Others don’t know. Do people from the Light God Cult still don’t know?

If it weren't for Wuliang Temple, the ancient heavenly court could have been completely eradicated... How could it be that a little remnant would be left? I still don't know if it has been completely eradicated.

Everyone was staring at Tingfeng. Now he was the leader. He naturally followed his instructions no matter what he wanted to do.

"Listen to my order!" Tingfeng turned his head, looked at the Seven-Colored Flag Clan and said aloud, "Go to Wuliang Temple immediately and capture the evil evildoer Su Han!"

After saying that, he walked, and then the two ruling leaders followed, and then several high priests.

Leimusi looked at the desert-like Western Regions with complex eyes and said nothing, and followed everyone to Wuliang Temple.

...

Quietness is Su Han’s biggest feeling.

Even with Xiangxiang, a lively and cute little girl, it is still quiet here.

Xiangxiang was worried about Su Han's safety and refused to play. The Tiger King vowed to promise several times before the girl was willing to take Qin Keyu to play everywhere.

Su Han walked alone in Wuliang Temple, watching the monks practice from a distance, and watched for a full few hours.

His literary figure was not moving, looking at different people, posing in different positions, and the expression on his face was indescribable. The path he was walking was completely different from himself and completely different from others.

"There are 108 postures in total. Are these 108 exercises?" Su Han looked at it seriously, his mind being attracted.

In the gap in the distance, many monks used various moves. Su Han counted carefully, and there were 108 kinds of them. With his memory and 108 kinds of postures, he kept rolling, as if he was looking on the pages of the book and constantly replaying them in his mind.

It is like a kind of martial arts, and when it is continuously used, there will be a kind of Taoist rhyme. The monks in front of them are only one of them.

Su Han was completely immersed in his own world, looking at the monks in front of him, as if his soul had leaped out, completely losing his mind.

"I really didn't expect that this kid could understand something by just looking into the fixed pattern, but it was really not simple." Not far away, the tiger king stood there, looking at Su Han standing there from a distance, and kept nodding, "The person he likes to be a little interesting."

He touched his white beard, and a smile appeared on his face: "You have no ability at all, and you can't enter this Wuliang Temple."

The Tiger King glanced at Su Han from top to bottom, and stayed on his finger for a moment, and couldn't help but look stunned.

"Soul Ring?" The Tiger King's eyes moved, "No, it's just a copy, which scared me."

He breathed out, thinking that he had seen something terrible, but he saw that Su Han was still observing and no longer disturbed him.

Su Han didn't even feel the tiger king coming and going. He quietly watched the monks enter meditation and meditate, posing in various strange postures, and engraved them completely into his mind.

After a long time, his eyes gradually lit up, and then, as if he was completely different, he slowly raised his hand and performed the first move, with the standard of movement, even more accurate than those monks who had practiced for decades.

Several monks were attracted by Su Han and turned to look over, with a hint of surprise in their eyes.

Su Han didn't notice at all and continued to pose in the second position. His whole body was like a tiger, curled up with his spine and lay on the ground. His curled spine was raised high, like a bow!

Full of explosive power!

Exudes explosive beauty!

A few more monks looked over and saw them, and they were the same people as Su Han posed now.

Seeing Su Han's movements, there was a little more change in expression on their faces. Their faces, which were like stone sculptures, gradually bulged, their eyes were filled with surprise and surprise, and incredible.

Then, it was the third posture, Su Han was selfless and devoted himself to his own world, constantly posing in various strange postures.

Sometimes it is like a dragon, sometimes it is like a tiger, sometimes it is like a giant crane spreading its wings, sometimes it is like a poisonous snake spitting out its letter!

More and more monks gathered around him, surrounded Su Han, staring at Su Han's actions, and couldn't help but talk.

Su Han was completely immersed in his own world and beat all 108 moves. In an instant, a feeling of excitement surged in his heart!
Chapter completed!