In Jinhua City, Wang Ling looked at the middle-aged old man who stopped him, and saw that the other party was holding a thread-bound book in his hand. It looked a little old, and he wrote a few big words - "The Demon-Subduing Stick"

"Are you sure?"

"Of course, I guarantee it with my personality one of the seventy-two authentic Shaolin skills." The middle-aged man patted his chest.

"Let's take a look." Wang Ling took it and turned a few pages.

"Why is there Lu Zhishen here?" Wang Ling pointed to the second page of the so-called martial arts secret book.

"This stick method was created by Lu Zhishen. You know, Lu Zhishen is the most 08 generals in Liangshan, and the thirty-six Tiangang are ranked very high."

"I remember that he was originally a Western Army, but later he was a monk who came out of Wutai Mountain. He had no connection with Shaolin Temple. He also used a Zen stick, not a stick."

"Is that right? It must be a mistake. I remembered that it was Bodhidharma. This stick method was created by the ancestor Bodhidharma, and it was mistaken by later generations." The middle-aged man slapped his head and thought for a moment, then swears to the point.

Wang Ling was stunned for a moment. The uncle in front of him suddenly jumped out and stopped him, and then tried his best to recommend different versions of martial arts secrets to him, most of which were stick techniques, and they were obviously targeted at him. This was simply an old routine in movie novels, and he actually heard the present patiently.

"Uncle, it was Yi Yang who asked you to come?"

"What Yiyang, Sanyo, not."

"Okay, I want this book, how much does it cost."

"I'm destined to you, a gold bar." A middle-aged man looked like he was selling a low-key finger.

After hearing this, Wang Ling threw the book at him and turned around and left.

"Hey, hey, I'll give it to you." The middle-aged man caught up with Wang Ling and forced the book to him.

"Who are you?"

"A disciple of Putian Shaolin Temple, Zhou Botong." The middle-aged man said seriously.

Ah, Wang Ling rubbed his forehead and resisted the urge to stuff the uncle who was talking to the train in front of him into the recyclable and reusable waste trash can not far away.

"goodbye."

"Goodbye, that book is real. You have to practice hard and the task of saving the world will be handed over to you."

"Get out!" Wang Ling could no longer bear it. He turned around and roared a lion.

Crack, blah, how many pieces of glass on both sides of the street are broken.

"Hey, you can actually know how to roar. Sure enough, you have the fate."

"You're the one who deserves you!"

Thunder,

Wang Ling's figure disappeared instantly.

"That's true!" The middle-aged uncle standing in the middle repeated very seriously.

Beep beep beep, and the sound of a car horn came from behind.

"What are you doing in the middle of the road? I don't want to live anymore."

"Young man, don't be so angry. Be careful"

"Get out of here!"

Woo, woo, the young man who was still scolding just now suddenly realized that he could not shout out, and his face was full of panic. He was looking at the middle-aged man who was standing in the middle of the road, his figure was more than ten meters away.

"The world is so wonderful, but you are so noisy, it's really bad, it's really bad, hey. Where did the bugs come from? It's so big, it's bad, I'll run away!"

On the other hand, Wang Ling walked while looking through the thread-bound book in his hand.`

"There are any annotations?" He soon realized that the book did not look fake. First, the pages of the book were yellow, and it looked like it was a bit old. Second, there were some annotations in small regular script on it.

Before the catastrophe broke out, Wang Ling was very yearning for ancient martial arts. But he just looked at it, and occasionally fantasized, and at most he only practiced Xingyiquan for a few days, which was just a fancy. He gave up halfway because of his work. Later, the catastrophe broke out, and by chance, he gained strong strength and aroused strong enemies. When he received special training, he initially learned the method of martial arts, and later aroused strong enemies. He secretly learned the opponent's boxing skills in the fight with the opponent, but it was only part of it. When he saw Yi Yang, he received some knowledge from him. The most important thing was to help open the so-called combination of "Five Animals" and "Yi Jin Jing" in various entrances, as well as the powerful "Six Styles of Dominating Heaven". Through this knowledge, he also had his own understanding of the so-called martial arts.

Open your own potential, enhance your own qualities, and use special skills to maximize your ability to achieve the effect of strengthening your body and defeating enemies. This is the so-called martial arts.

“This secret book is very useful.”

Wang Ling looked around and knew it in his mind that although he now had a handy weapon, in fact, he could not use the advantage of this weapon at all, because he couldn't use it and did not understand the skills, so he could only use it with his powerful strength.

Alas, this is good.

When Wang Ling walked to the door of an inconspicuous building, he heard it and walked in.

This is a martial arts hall,

"Hello, who are you looking for?" Seeing Wang Ling come in, a young man stepped forward and asked.

"I want to learn martial arts."

"Hmm?" The man was stunned, "I'm sorry, we're going to close the door."

"Close the door, when will it open again?"

"Not open."

"Why?"

"Brother, do you know whether you really or not? There are bugs everywhere now. Jinhua can't be kept. Anyone who can run away has run away. Who still stays here to learn martial arts? It's my master. This martial arts school has been open here for eight years, which is his hard work, and hesitation."

"Who is Xiaowu?" At this moment, a voice came from the inner room, and then a middle-aged man walked out of it. He looked about fifty years old, with a strong body, steady walking, square face, thick eyebrows, and eyes opened and closed, and his brilliance shone brightly.

"It's okay, Master, he, he wants to learn martial arts." The young man pointed at Wang Ling and said.

"Learn martial arts?" The middle-aged man was also stunned after hearing this, "Young man, it's very messy outside now. People in Jinhua want to go out. Why do you suddenly remember to learn martial arts?"

"I just got a handy weapon, but I couldn't use it, for fear of burying it." Wang Ling patted the Jiuzhu in his hand.

"Oh." The middle-aged man's eyes lit up after seeing Jiuzhu, "Can I see it?"

"Yes, but it's a little heavy." Wang Ling handed out the iron stick in his hand. The middle-aged man took it into his hand, and his face changed drastically. It was not a bit heavy. It was simply scary. An iron stick weighed hundreds of pounds. It was made of metal. If it weren't for his own kung fu, he would have made a fool of himself. I couldn't tell the guy in front of him that he didn't see that, and he actually had divine power.

"What a stick, but most people are afraid they won't use it."

"Yes." Wang Ling took it and danced it a few times, causing a whimpering sound, making it easy to freely paint.

"I didn't expect that you could have a thousand pounds of power at a young age, a mutant?"

"yes."

"Sorry, we're ready to close."

This is a disguised rejection.

"When will you close?"

"Three days later."

"Then I will study for three days." Wang Ling said.

The middle-aged man who was about to leave was stunned when he heard this, turned around and looked at Wang Ling with a serious look on his face.

“What can I learn in three days?”

"Learn a little, calculate a little."

"Okay, then I'll teach you for three days." The middle-aged man said after thinking for a moment.

"How much?"

"You can watch it."

"I didn't bring any money."

"What?!"

The master and apprentice were stunned at the same time. They had heard of those who had eaten the King of Kings, but had never heard of those who had studied the King of Kings.

"Put this stick here to pay the bill first." Wang Ling put a long crossroad in his hand.

"Okay, come in."

In this way, Wang Ling began a brief study.

This middle-aged man practiced the authentic Cangzhou Bajiquan. He has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. His achievements in more than 30 years are quite impressive. However, he taught Wang Ling to start with the simplest boxing and foot skills. Bajiquan is simple but fierce and domineering, which is just right for Wang Ling. Moreover, he has received special training in the army, which has laid a foundation. The key is that his physical fitness is too strong. When he practices, he is tireless. With the experience accumulated in fighting, it is not an exaggeration to describe his cultivation progress as a thousand miles a day.

"Where is the monster here? Such a talent? If you are willing to practice martial arts with peace of mind and do not spend ten years of hard work, you will definitely become a master of martial arts. Twenty years later, you may be a person who can compete with those masters such as Dong Haichuan and Yang Luchan."

As a martial arts practitioner, in addition to pursuing the wonderful realm of martial arts, having an outstanding disciple who can inherit his own legacy is the most important thing to say that his lineage is flourishing. For some sects, this even surpasses the former. (To be continued.)
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