Wanderer of Myriad Worlds Chapter 75: Whetstone

　　Everyone did not expect that in the end it was such a result, the old monk actually scorned it.

　　 But no one can do it, people have to bow their heads under the eaves.

　　 Fang Qingshan, Murong Bo, Xiao Yuanshan, Murong Fu's four teamed up with a single blow actually only started to ripple on the defensive wall of other people, even if a few more people might not help.

　　 Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo were extremely disappointed in their hearts. Their plans really broke down.

　　 was Fang Qingshan, but he didn't care. He really didn't take Grandpa Li in his heart.

　　 was previously injured by him. Although there was a rush of anger in his heart, it was not necessary to leave him.

　　After all, when he came to Shaolin, the most important purpose was to have a trick with the old monk, and let him point out his practice. As long as he could help him go further, everything else would be inconsequential.

After a long silence, Fang Qingshan suddenly raised his head and said: "Master, you are a monk who has the right to martial arts, and the martial arts are far above me. You can force people today, and let me return the tiger to the mountain in one sentence, leaving me endless. Trouble, I can’t say enough in the future, and I will also come to Shaolin to worship the mountain with the seniors who are the disciples!"

　　 Well, the old monk is a rogue, and Fang Qingshan is soft and hard, implying threats.

　　 The scene that had gradually calmed down suddenly became tense again.

　　The old monk took a deep look at Fang Qingshan, and suddenly smiled. The monk Zhang Er was stunned. He shook his head and said, "Don't mention what the donor has to ask, as long as it can be done, the old gentleman is inseparable!"

　　At this time, the old monk only reacted. If Fang Qingshan really refused to give up, how could he say more nonsense to himself?

　　 The reason for this must be something.

　　The old monk saw Fang Qingshan’s thoughts, and could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. As long as he has something to ask for, he will have weaknesses and he will have a coping method.

The most troublesome thing is the kind of person who has no desire but is strong, because they only recognize their own set and do not rest until they achieve their goals.

　　 "As long as the master promises me two conditions, I can stop today!"

　　 Fang Qingshan chuckled.

　　 "The first is that if I can break your defense, you don’t want to intervene. The second is that I have a martial art that I want the master to point out."

　　 The old monk froze for a moment. It wasn’t that Fang Qingshan’s condition was too difficult, but it was too simple. Without hesitation, he nodded directly and said, "No problem."

　　Don’t talk about the old monk, why don’t other people think that the two conditions of Fang Qingshan are too simple, so it is like a direct strike.

　　 I won’t talk about the second one. The first condition is not to mention that Fang Qingshan was injured, that is, he was not injured. In addition, neither Li Gonggong nor the two can necessarily break through the defense of the old monk, let alone Said now.

　　 but don’t know why he did it all.

　　 They knew there were only two purposes for Fang Qingshan to come to Shaolin. One was to let the old monk give instructions to one or two, and the other was a hearty battle. It proved what he learned. After all, fighting is the best teacher.

　　 As for those things, it’s just a trivial matter, and he doesn’t care about him.

　　 While everyone was still wondering what Fang Qingshan was thinking about, Fang Qingshan had moved there.

　　Ang!

　　Ang!

　　 Longyin, Xiangming!

　　 The interweaving voice sounded without warning.

　　 Fang Qingshan stepped out, and the whole body seemed to be gleaming with golden light, and blood flowed. Everyone heard the sound of the water faintly, and the air seemed to be hot.

　　 The reason why he wanted to find an old monk to fight a battle was just to prove that the dragon was like a master and wanted to practice faster.

　　Naturally fighting, he abandoned his internal strength, abandoned the Northern Deity Divine Skill, Tianshan Liuyang Palm, and even Qiankun Dayou and Taijiquan, and used the dragon-like skills to deal with the old monk alone.

　　 Fang Qingshan completely immersed his mind in the dragon elephant prajna, thinking about the dragon image in his mind, running the dragon elephant method in his body, and feeling the dragon imagery in his heart.

　　 Bang!

　　 punched out, thunder rolled.

　　 Except for Tai Chi, Fang Qingshan doesn't know much about boxing, just a simple punch, like Luohan Boxing and Taizu Changquan.

　　 But this punch is with unparalleled boxing intent. That is the dragon-like expression that he brought with him like practicing dragons like dragons, dragons everywhere, and Xiangzhen earth. Has the power comparable to the eighteen palms of the dragon.

　　 At this moment, Fang Qingshan was completely immersed in the artistic conception of the dragon like a dragon, with a momentum of unprecedented momentum, he punched out with a punch, invincible and unfavorable!

　　 Everyone present, except Grandpa Li, even Murong Bo, Xiao Yuanshan and others faced Fang Qingshan's fist.

　　 Faced with this punch, their only hope was to escape, to escape from afar, otherwise they would have to catch up, and the best result would be nothing but serious injuries.

　　The old monk faced Fang Qingshan’s terrifying punch, but his face did not change. He lowered his white eyebrows, closed his eyes, and sat down cross-legged. It seemed that there was no opponent but a ritual Buddha in the temple. The mantra of the chanter in his mouth, a three-foot air wall emerged through the body and surrounded it.

　　 Fang Qingshan’s infinite punch~IndoMTL.com~ slammed into the air wall, as if a breeze blew a pool of spring water, the starting point was only rippling, and the power was melting a little, like a mud cow entering the sea, disappearing and disappearing.

　　 Fang Qingshan was not surprised at all, and did not care. This battle is not a victory or defeat, a success or failure, no life or death, just to confirm.

　　 Therefore, after one punch, it is another punch, one punch after another.

　　 Bang!

　　 Bang!

　　Boom!

　　 seems to be like Qiao Feng's breathing down the dragon's eighteen palms in one breath, the momentum is accumulating, the punching power is increasing, and the power is exploding.

Fang Qingshan's fists kept on, his breath became smoother and smoother, his internal organs and limbs and bones were very comfortable, as if he had been reshaped again, even the arm injury that was just hit by Li Gonggong had begun to recover.

　　 "Damn it!"

After seeing this scene, Grandpa Li's face started to change color.

　　He can feel that every time Fang Qingshan bangs out, his arm will tremble slightly. His face will be a little more pale. Obviously, such an attack will not cost him much.

　　 But more importantly, every time a punch is punched, his face is pale and his eyes are shiny.

　　Grandpa Li finally knows why Fang Qingshan knows that he can’t do it, not because of his previous face, but because he was actually using the old monk as a whetstone to hone his martial arts.

Once he succeeds, Fang Qingshan’s cultivation will surely make another breakthrough. Next time, he may not be his opponent, and Fang Qingshan is still so young, and he is already old, how can this make Li Father is happy.

　　 Of course, everyone on the scene can see the purpose of Fang Qingshan. Except for Grandpa Li, most of them shook their heads, thinking that he was just struggling to die.