surnamed Wang

Chapter 562 Stone Stele
The master and the apprentice sat in front of the stone tablet, both of them were fully absorbed.

Wang Gangquan was older, logically his thoughts should be more complicated, and his speed of integrating into the stone tablet was also slower, but after sitting down for a while, his eyes began to stare blankly, and when he regained consciousness, he was already in an ethereal space.

This place is very similar to the jade pendant space at the beginning. It is foggy everywhere, and there are countless light spots floating around. The light spots can be divided into white, blue, purple, and gold. The rarest one is red. indivual.

Based on experience, Wang Gangquan can conclude that these light spots are exercises. With a thought, he quickly approached a red dot, and then grabbed it with his right hand, but the light spot quickly slipped away from his fingers.

Wang Gangquan did not give up, and speeded up to catch up, but every time he was about to touch it, the light spot would always easily escape from his palm, even the most ordinary white light.

Wang Gangquan stopped and began to frown and think, while whispering the word "Wangchen" in his mouth. After about a quarter of an hour, he suddenly stopped talking, sat down cross-legged on the spot, closed his eyes calmly, breathed and breathed, the heart Recite the "Prajna Heart Sutra" silently.

Wang Gingquan was as still as a mountain like an old monk, and the speed of the light spots floating around became slower and slower. Finally, the whole space seemed to stop at this moment, and an extremely rare golden-red light spot slowly floated towards him.

When he got close, Wang Gangquan opened his eyes, slowly stretched out his hand, and the light spot fell on the palm of his hand.

He clasped his hands together and smiled.

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Outside the stele, Wang Gingquan, who had been stunned for a long time, quietly came back to his senses. He glanced at the extra kung fu in his hand, and stood up and saluted the calm-faced boy next to him.

"Thank you for your advice, senior."

The boy didn't say anything, just let out a soft "um", and kept his eyes on the stone tablet from beginning to end.

Nie Zhongliang was still sitting on the ground at this moment, his eyes were empty, and his pupils shrank from time to time. Wang Bingquan couldn't help but feel tense when he saw it.

Inside the stele, the young man was walking aimlessly. The so-called "Wangchen", he realized the meaning from the very beginning, and sat quietly for a long time. When he opened his eyes again, he found that all the light spots had gone away from him. Only then got up to search again.

There is no sense of time in the space inside the stele. The young man does not know how long he has walked, and the light spots along the way are all far away from him, as if there is some terrible power in him.

It is rare for the young man to be stubborn at this moment. He doesn't believe that there are a hundred thousand exercises, and none of them is suitable for him, no matter how bad a white exercise is.

So he kept walking, gradually increasing his speed, until there were fewer and fewer light spots around him, and only one light spot remained in front of him, then he slowed down.

That spot of light was the only one that didn't move away when he approached.

Nie Zhongliang stepped forward gently, and carefully held the flickering white light in the palm of his hand. The moment it touched the palm of his hand, the white dot suddenly burst into bright light, like the sun rising to the sea, instantly lighting up the entire space of the stele.

The other light spots around were shivering under the light, and some of them seemed to be unable to hold on and were about to disappear.

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Outside the stone tablet, the inscriptions glowed white, and soon became a little glaring. Seeing this, the boy frowned. As the master of the art hall, he asked himself that he had encountered enough strange things in these years, but today's master and apprentice People, really one is more unusual than the other.

When Wang Gangquan got the exercise, the inscription rarely showed a golden and red light. When it was the turn of his extremely poor apprentice, although the inscription showed white light without any accident, the intensity of the light was even far stronger than the red light. I really can't think of any kung fu method that can have such power.

Within a few breaths, the radiance reached its peak, and the huge stone tablet also trembled, and the fine "click" sound could be heard endlessly, as if it couldn't bear the possibility of shattering at any time.

At this moment, the little elder finally had a look of shock on his face. This stone tablet is a treasure on the mountain. It was moved from the Wangchen Realm by the master at a huge cost thousands of years ago. I don't know what will happen if the stone tablet is broken.

Thinking of this, the boy looked at the boy who was still sitting on the ground with hostility. If necessary, he would kill the boy before the stele was destroyed.

Wang Gingquan also sensed that the boy's attitude was not good, he frowned and shook hands with the exercises tightly, although he knew that doing so would be like a mantis being used as a cart, but he couldn't just watch his disciple be beheaded and killed.

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Time passed bit by bit, and the atmosphere outside the stele was extremely tense. The young man inside the stele didn't know what happened, but felt that his eyes were about to be stabbed blind, but he just couldn't look away.

Over time, the whiteness in his eyes was gradually replaced by blackness, and the young man felt that he was on the verge of blindness. If he didn't stop the light spot, he might really go blind.

He closed his hands with all his strength, and the boundless light was contained between his palms. An unprecedented burning sensation spread from the palm of his hand to all his limbs, and soon the burning heat turned into pain, and the lines were clearly visible. The red lines began to spread from the palm to the whole body.

Every inch the red lines spread, the body hurts. In the end, the lines spread to the bottom of the eyeballs, and the pain has been overwhelming. The young man is trembling with pain, and beads of sweat are dripping from his forehead. This is both real and unreal In the space, he couldn't even tell whether it was real sweat or not.

From time to time there was a "click" sound between the young man's teeth knocking. His whole body was about to be exhausted, and the red lines were still some distance away from the top of his head. Nie Zhongliang had a premonition that as long as he survived this level, the road ahead would be better. It must be much easier to walk.

Outside the stele, the little elder obviously couldn't wait for a long time. There was a crack visible to the naked eye in the giant stele in front of him, and a trace of white light leaked out of the crack. The boy's right hand was bent into a claw, and Wang Gingquan's expression gradually became dignified, and he stood between the two while moving his feet. .

At this moment, the white light stopped abruptly, Nie Zhongliang opened his eyes full of doubts, his hands were empty.

Seeing this, Wang Gangquan stepped forward quickly, looking at his apprentice with concern.

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The little elder snorted coldly, not caring about the relationship between the master and the apprentice, who was not normal in any way, but put his palm on the stone tablet with distress. It didn't matter when he touched it, the "click" sound that had stopped on the stone tablet suddenly resumed. It sounded, this time the momentum was far more ferocious than before.

The three of them looked at the stele in astonishment, only to see that it was cracked inch by inch in the boy's hands, and finally fell to the ground with a bang, splashing a lot of smoke and dust.

Upon seeing this, Wang Qingquan immediately bit back:
"Elder, why did you destroy the stele?"

"you!"

The boy turned his head suddenly, his face full of anger. He didn't expect that the pot would finally fall on his head inexplicably. When he was hesitating whether to kill people to silence the story, Wang Quanquan's exclamation sounded again:

"Look, little elder, the stele doesn't seem to be damaged."

Hearing the sound, the boy turned around, only to see that there was still a bronze stele under the stone stele, and the inscription on the stele was painted with silver hooks, and the momentum was far more magnificent than before.

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Although the master and apprentice made great contributions, they were kicked out, and before leaving, they were warned not to spread the matter lightly. After the little elder ordered someone to take care of the bronze monument, he flicked his sleeves and flew towards the top of Zhongfeng.

Wang Gangquan looked at the back of the other party going away, and muttered in a low voice:

"This child looks quite pleasing, but he is full of murderous looks, and his milk is fierce."

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(End of this chapter)