The strongest cultivator in the heavens

Chapter 56 Taijiquan, Thousand Hands Buddha Fist

One night, one night.

Yang Wenhao didn't even sleep well.

If it weren't for the sake of his daughter, Yang Wenhao wouldn't have wronged himself like this.

Fortunately, even if he didn't sleep well, Yang Wenhao could get rid of his fatigue with just a little adjustment.

This is the benefit of practicing.

Because of today's formation break, Master Fang Zheng has been waiting outside the door for a long time.

"You two benefactors, please come and eat with me."

When the two came to the cafeteria, they were all plain noodles, so they didn't have much appetite.

Fortunately, Yang Wenhao had a lot of dry food with him. Although it was not as delicious as big fish and meat, it was comparable to this plain plain noodles.

After eating, everyone came to the training ground of Shaolin Temple.

The place here is very large, and it is usually used by Shaolin monks to practice martial arts.

Looking at the monks with bronzed skin all over their bodies, as if they were plated with copper, the visual impact is still very strong.

There are eighteen in total, one is not too many, and one is not too many. They are the Eighteen Bronze Men of Shaolin.

"Please benefactors to join the battle." Master Fang Zheng smiled lightly and motioned Yang Wenhao to go to the very center.

The Eighteen Bronze Men are said to have been conferred for their meritorious service in saving the Tang King.

But Yang Wenhao didn't know exactly how.

Those who can break through the Eighteen Bronze Men are all heroes who make people in the world give their thumbs up!
Yang Wenhao didn't bring any weapons when he went into battle for the first time, and even the long sword he was carrying before going up the mountain was in the hands of Dongfang Bubai.

Dongfang Bubai looked at Yang Wenhao very puzzled. It is obvious that Yang Wenhao's strongest skill is swordsmanship, but he just doesn't use a sword, which is a bit unbelievable.

Master Fang Zheng stood aside and watched calmly.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, those motionless bronze figures rushed towards Yang Wenhao at the same time with a loud shout.

"really."

Although Yang Wenhao didn't understand formations, he could tell that these bronze men were attacking from all over the world, and what they wanted was to lock Yang Wenhao inside.

"Tai Chi!"

Shaolin Eighteen Bronze Men are very strong just by hearing their names, and so is the reality.

So Yang Wenhao chose to fight with Tai Chi.

The eighteen bronze men have been together all the time since they were selected, eating together, practicing martial arts together, the 18 people seem to be one person, and they all understand each other.

Every time Yang Wenhao moved, the eighteen bronze figures around him took a step closer.

After dodging the punch, another punch came.

In terms of fighting alone, none of the eighteen bronze men is Yang Wenhao's opponent, but after forming an formation, they can fight Yang Wenhao for hundreds of rounds without losing the wind.

After hundreds of rounds of fighting, the two sides still did not decide the winner.

It seems that the two sides are evenly matched, but there are two top experts standing beside them, and the truth of the matter can be seen at a glance.

Yang Wenhao used Taijiquan to keep wandering among the Eighteen Bronze Figures with ease. It just so happened that the Eighteen Bronze Figures were mainly rigid and firm, and Tai Chi was based on softness to overcome rigidity. The Eighteen Bronze Figures had already lost up.

The reason why it has been delayed for so long is nothing more than to let Yang Wenhao practice more and improve his proficiency in Tai Chi.

Under the stimulation of the Eighteen Bronze Men, Yang Wenhao's Taijiquan proficiency increased at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the end, Yang Wenhao punched a bronze figure who couldn't support his internal strength and flew away. In an instant, the entire formation of bronze figures was broken and became unworthy of the name.

But the remaining seventeen bronze men refused to accept, and still wanted to defeat Yang Wenhao in their hearts.

"Stop it."

Master Fangzheng's deep voice came and stopped the bronze figures in an instant.

"The eighteen bronze men of my Shaolin Temple are not the match of the benefactor, please move and fight again later."

Hearing this, Yang Wenhao showed a look of unfinished business.

He was training comfortably, but he was stopped, which seemed very boring.

"Benefactor Yang, if I'm not mistaken, benefactor Yang should be using Wudang's Taijiquan."

Master Fang Zheng saw through the martial arts that Yang Wenhao just used, but this did not surprise Yang Wenhao too much.

Master Fangzheng is a close friend of Daoist Chongxu of the Wudang School, so he can naturally see the unique Wudang technique used by Yang Wenhao.

"Well, to tell you the truth, it's Taijiquan." Yang Wenhao admitted with a slight nod.

Master Fangzheng asked: "Dare to ask Master Yang's name?"

Yang Wenhao smiled lightly: "My teacher is a wild crane in the clouds. He likes to travel around the world. It's not that he told me too much."

Hearing this, Master Fangzheng nodded slightly, and did not ask further: "Benefactor Yang, please rest for a while."

The next thing Yang Wenhao has to deal with is the Arhat Formation.

Speaking of the Arhat Formation, it is also the Temple Guardian Formation of Shaolin Temple.

Arhat formation is divided into small arhat formation and big arhat formation.

The difference between a small arhat and a big arhat lies in the number of people.

Because of the results of the Eighteen Bronze Men, Master Fang Zheng chose to use the Great Arhat Formation this time.

There are a total of [-] Shaolin disciples in the Great Arhat Formation, all holding Shaolin sticks.

As long as Yang Wenhao is breaking this formation, then according to the first agreement, Yang Wenhao has the qualification to go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to watch.

After a short rest, the personnel are ready.

Dongfang Bubai called out to Yang Wenhao: "Sword."

After all, Yang Wenhao's strongest combat power is swordsmanship. If he doesn't use the sword, then his strength will be weakened by half.

"No need." Yang Wenhao shook his head, he didn't regard this time breaking the formation as a battle of life and death, but as a trial.

Regardless of the final outcome, he can benefit from it.

Coming to the arena, looking at the Shaolin disciples surrounding him, Yang Wenhao was very calm.

"Ah"

The one hundred and eight Shaolin disciples around shouted together, and immediately formed a flanking attack, targeting Yang Wenhao.

Yang Wenhao didn't shy away from it, he directly chose to be tough, facing the incoming Shaolin stick, he slapped a palm with wind in his palm.

It seems to be a palm, but in the middle of the palm, it suddenly shakes slightly, and one palm becomes two palms, two palms become four palms, and four palms become eight palms.

"This is it!" Master Fang Zheng's eyes could not conceal his astonishment.

Dongfang Bubai was a little surprised to see Master Fang Zheng's surprised eyes. Whether it was the Eighteen Bronze Men just now or Yang Wenhao's Tai Chi, Master Fang Zheng didn't have much expression.

But it was different now, Master Fang Zheng was obviously shocked by Yang Wenhao's stunt.

Dongfang Bubai said: "If I'm not wrong, this should be Master Fangzheng's unique skill Thousand-hand Tathagata Palm."

"It is true that you are dissatisfied with the benefactor." Master Fang Zheng nodded.

It's incredible that a boy with no family and no school can actually know Wudang's unique skills and Shaolin abbot's unique skills.

Dongfang Bubai looked at Yang Wenhao with great interest, she really became more and more interested in Yang Wenhao.

Yang Wenhao, who was fighting fiercely at this time, naturally did not know the situation outside.

(End of this chapter)