Each of them learned a move that was the most suitable move for them. In this move, they had been soaking for more than ten years, or even decades, and it can be said that they had already mastered the move to the point of perfection.

But looking at Su Han in front of him, it was clearly the first time he practiced, but every move he performed seemed to have been soaking for many years!

Isn't this too incredible?

Even some people even saw Su Han’s movements and could see some differences compared with their own moves.

It seems that Su Han's moves are the most authentic, but he still lacks them.

The monks in the entire yard stopped, and everyone's eyes were now on Su Han.

Watching Su Han smacking over and over again, he was amazed.

At this moment, Su Han was completely devoted to his own world without any awareness. He had become the focus of everyone. He still played 1808 moves, which was the ninth time...

"Crazy--!"

Wherever the fist goes, there are afterimages passing by, and the movements are clearly slow, but they make people feel that they are so fast that they are extremely fast.

A fist burst sounded!

With a bang, even the space was slightly distorted.

"Is this the evolution of speed?" One of the monks' eyes lit up and stared at Su Han's fist, as if he had seen some surprise. There was a hint of excitement on his originally serious face.

Originally, the face of Gujing was no longer emotionally changed, but it was hard to suppress it at this moment.

He quickly punched, exactly the same as Su Han's moves. Following Su Han's movements, a punch burst sounded, but compared to Su Han, his voice was weaker.

"It's done!"

The people around were even more shocked.

They all stared at Su Han. Seeing that Su Han played the same moves as him, they stared at them carefully, referring to the comparison, and comparing them one by one with the moves he had practiced for many years, without missing every detail.

For a moment, Su Han seemed to have become a textbook. He casually practiced these hundred and eight styles, and the monks around him stared at each other. The pictures in the yard suddenly became a little different.

In the distance, two figures stood there, blending with the surrounding air, and people outside could not see them at all.

“It’s incredible.”

"Vajra Arhat Fist is the ultimate treasure of my Wuliang Temple. How can this kid do it? Don't tell me, he just watched it here for a whole morning."

"Don't you? Have you forgotten that we have been staring at him all morning."

The tone of the two people was full of incredible, more of curiosity and surprise.

Even though they have experienced ups and downs, seen too many big scenes, and seen too many young talents, they have never seen a guy who is so talented.

What's more, as the Dharma King of Wuliang Temple, no one knows better than them how difficult it is to learn Vajra Arhat Fist, otherwise there wouldn't be so many monks, each of whom would only learn one move.

Even if you only learn one move, you need to bathe for many years and spend a lot of time and energy studying and thinking.

Su Han completely broke this routine.

"He certainly won't believe it if the tiger king didn't see it." One of the figures suddenly laughed, "You said, would he say that we were both crazy?"

"He dares to talk about us, but he dares not talk about elder brother."

Another figure said lightly, "The person I like to be a big brother is indeed not simple."

Suddenly, the two of them looked at each other and heard movement in their ears.

"My old bone is almost stiff, and I have something to do." A figure dissipated, "I will go to see the guest with the tiger king. You can guide this kid to the Bodhi tree. Don't waste such a good opportunity."

As soon as he finished speaking, both figures disappeared.

A sound came from the ears of a group of monks in the yard, as if they were struck by lightning. They immediately became serious and did not dare to make a sound. They all quietly retreated as if they were stepping on cotton.

A figure appeared behind Su Han, poked out a hand and waved it. The sky was spinning in an instant, as if time and space were twisting, and the surrounding scene immediately changed.

Rush rust...

Su Han only felt the sound of leaves shaking in his ears, and a whirlwind blew gently, making him feel refreshed.

The faint fragrance refreshes the heart and continuously penetrates through the pores of the body, even the soul seems to float up.

Su Han was still exercising the Vajra Arhat Fist, over and over again, and he entered that state without realizing that he had changed his place.

Beside him, a Bodhi tree swayed gently in the wind.

"There is no Bodhi tree, and the mirror is not a platform..."

His fists became more and more fierce as he recited and chanted one after another!

...

Outside Wuliang Temple.

Crowded.

Tingfeng looked at the fallen leaves and dust on the stone steps and frowned slightly, especially the stone door at the top of the stone steps, with the three big words Wuliang Temple written on it, and he was even more hesitant.

"I have arrived here, what else do you have to hesitate?" said lightly.

He glanced at Tingfeng, "Wenxiang and I are waiting for your order."

"when--!"

As soon as the words were finished, a bell came from Wuliang Temple, which was melodious and profound, as if it was coming from thousands of miles away, echoing in everyone's heart.

Tingfeng looked up and saw that the gate of Wuliang Temple slowly opened. Two rows of monks hurriedly ran out of the door with long sticks in their hands, standing on both sides, waiting for the battle!

"It's the bronze man!"

Priest Kuroki frowned and looked at the monks with half-body cassocks and golden skins, with a little worried on his face. When Wuliang Temple came out, would it be the famous bronze monks?

"Dang-!" The bell rang again, and one hundred and eight bronze monks all made fighting postures, their faces full of seriousness.

People from the God of Light were all a little alert.

Even Tingfeng Judgment Master did not expect that someone would come out of Wuliang Temple so soon, and he was not polite at all when he saw the situation.

He looked up and saw a figure stepping out of the mountain gate, his pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly: "Golden-winged Roc King!"

In front of the stone gate, a burly figure stepped out, wearing a golden flower feather, and a long robe looked so imposing. The sharp eyes were extremely sharp, with a domineering aura of despising the world!

"Long time no see, Tingfeng," King of Golden-winged Roc looked at Tingfeng and others, and said lightly, "You four judges, there is one more?"

Hearing the words, listening to the wind, watching the rain and smelling the fragrance, his face changed slightly and he fell down.

Who doesn’t know that the Peacock King went crazy back then and killed a ruling leader, leaving only three left them. The Golden-winged Roc King said this as soon as he opened his mouth. Didn’t he deliberately slap them in the face?

"Hmph, what about the four great Dharma kings of Wuliang Temple? Are you the only one left?" Seeing the judging of the rain, shouting loudly, without showing any weakness.

"Are you looking for me?"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the White-Haired Tiger King fell from the sky and stepped out. A terrifying mysterious energy burst out, shaking the sand and dust!
Chapter completed!