I will practice more in the United States

Chapter 233 The Test of the Marrow Cleansing Sutra
Li Ang sighed. Although he didn't say anything, one could clearly read from his eyes that he didn't agree with what he said.

Even Nie Zhaofeng explained:

"I have personally witnessed Chairman Li's Kung Fu. Although he has practiced a variety of Kung Fu, he is definitely not just a superficial practitioner of each. He has a deep understanding of these Kung Fu and his realm is quite high. Don't look down on others."

Yanfeng shook his head and said quickly:

"No, no, I'm just putting forward some of my personal opinions."

However, although he said this, anyone with a little ability to read people's expressions could see that he didn't believe what Nie Zhaofeng said at all.

This is of course normal. Li Ang looks to be in his early twenties at most. Even if he started practicing martial arts at the age of five or six, it would be good enough if he could master one skill after more than ten years. Not to mention that many of the skills he just mentioned require a lifetime of study.

Li Ang was quite helpless when he met this kind of person who didn't speak directly and always beat around the bush. But after all, this was someone else's territory. He couldn't just go up and beat him up to prove that his martial arts skills were good, right?
Li Ang thought to himself that if the right way didn't work, he would inevitably have to resort to unconventional means.

On the road to the evolution of life, what do these slightly immoral things matter?
If he really wanted to abide by the law, he would probably have to spend decades in prison just for the crime of excessive self-defense.

Seeing the scene fall into silence and the atmosphere becoming increasingly awkward, Nie Zhaofeng spoke at the right time:

"Brother, no matter what, you have to give our Chairman Li a chance to show himself, right? We will know exactly what the situation is by then."

Nie Zhaofeng has absolute confidence in Li Ang. He has personally seen Li Ang defeat a group of professional players.

As for the level of the monks in the Shaolin Temple, although he was not the best among them back then, he always felt that the gap was not so big that he could not catch up.

Although several decades have passed, the system remains the same after all, and it is unlikely that there will be any qualitative changes in personnel.

Hearing his old acquaintances say this, Yanfeng also sighed:
"Master Li, since you are so confident in the Kung Fu you have learned, why not have a sparring match with my junior brother? This will also prove your Kung Fu attainments and at least have the qualifications to watch the "Washing Marrow Sutra"."

As the receptionist in the temple, he also knew that even if he wanted to drive someone away, he had to give them a convincing reason. Otherwise, who knows how many times they would come back to harass him in the future.

What's more, Li Ang was brought here by an acquaintance, so he had to give it some face.

As for the so-called martial arts competition, he naturally would not take part in it personally. If he won, he would be bullying the weak, and if he lost, he would have lost all his men. Besides, when it comes to actual combat ability, it still has to be those young people.

The only strange thing was that Nie Zhaofeng seemed to be quite confident in the ability of the so-called "Chairman". This was quite rare. In his impression, this junior brother had always been a very arrogant person. Perhaps it was because he had been in a capitalist country for so many years that his edges and corners had been smoothed out.

When the great monk finally spoke, a smile appeared on Li Ang's face.

I am not afraid that the request you make is difficult, I am afraid that you will not make it.

Not to mention exchanging martial arts with his junior fellow apprentice, even if his junior fellow apprentice held an AK, Li Ang wouldn't be afraid.

Several people came into the yard, and Yanfeng also called a junior fellow student via WeChat.

After a while, a monk who was about the same height as Li Ang, with a very strong physique and about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old walked in from the gate of the courtyard.

"Brother, is there something you want me to do?"

"That's right. This donor is also a martial artist. He may have encountered some bottlenecks in martial arts recently. He wants to come here to learn and gain some insights."

Yanfeng found a bench and sat down, then continued:

"You should practice with this donor. Remember, you must show your true abilities. Don't let this donor come here with high hopes and leave disappointed."

Yanping nodded. He understood what his senior brother said. If one is going to show his real ability, then he must win. If one is going to go all out, then basically he has to fight hard without worrying about his face.

Although this kind of thing doesn't happen every day, he has done a lot of this since he became the first in the Shaolin Temple's martial arts monk assessment.

Although he himself is not well-known in the outside world, in terms of strength, a certain monk who has always been very popular in the public eye was once defeated by him.

Therefore, the only thing he was afraid of was encountering some professional fighters who came to challenge him intentionally. However, after hearing from his senior brother that this person also practiced traditional martial arts, he put his mind at ease.

With his experience over the years, he has never met many capable martial arts practitioners. Even if there are, they are usually no match for his fellow disciples.

The biggest difference between them in the temple and those who practice martial arts in small sects is that they have considerable practical experience. It is common for brothers to practice against each other, not to mention the profound martial arts in Shaolin Temple. Their practical experience alone is enough to crush ordinary martial artists.

Li Ang and Yan Ping were standing in the middle of the open space in the yard, while on the side were Nie Zhaofeng and Yan Feng, who were sitting on benches very leisurely. Judging from their states, it seemed that they were both quite confident in their side.

Yanfeng could tell at a glance from Li Ang's standing posture, including the rhythm of his breathing, that Li Ang was indeed a traditional martial artist and not one of those Sanda practitioners pretending to be one. This made him more confident.

The two men bowed to each other and the sparring officially began. Li Ang hooked his finger at him, signaling him to make the first move.

Yanping was not vague either. He came up and kicked Li Ang in the chest with a powerful Vajra kick.

But facing this powerful kick, Li Ang didn't react at all, as if the picture was frozen.

Now even Yanfeng was a little uneasy. He just wanted his junior brother to win the competition, not to kick him to death.

Not only would Nie Zhaofeng be embarrassed, but if something really went wrong by kicking the person out, he would have to pay for an ambulance.

What if the other party is shameless and blackmails them, it will be difficult to deal with it later.

Nie Zhaofeng remained as calm as ever. In his impression, Li Ang had almost no weaknesses, and his ability to withstand blows was also quite impressive. Given his physique, this kick would not have much impact.

At the moment when his kick was about to hit his chest, Li Ang thrust out his chest and met the kick. The result of the collision was that Yan Ping took two steps back. Li Ang looked calm and collected, as if the kick he had just made was not aimed at his chest at all.

"What kind of martial arts are you doing?"

Yanping was a little confused for a moment. He had used this move many times. Some people dodged it, some people kicked him, some people were kicked down by him, and some people were pushed down by him, but he had never seen anyone who could use his chest to push him back.

Yanfeng frowned. He was no layman. If Li Ang was not pretending to be tough, his physical fitness would probably be stronger than that of his junior brother. This would be a bit difficult.

He quickly took out his cell phone and continued to call people.

On the other side, Li Ang calmly replied:

"As a monk from Shaolin Temple, you should know about the Thirteen Taibao's horizontal training, right?"

The reason why he deliberately took such a kick was to show that he had indeed learned martial arts from the Shaolin Temple. If the Yi Jin Jing was not difficult to demonstrate in actual combat, he would have tried it out at least.

Now that the display was over, Li Ang no longer waited passively, but chose to take the initiative.

"How about you try my leg skills too?"

After Li Ang finished speaking, he immediately made a side kick, aiming directly at the same spot on his chest. The speed was so fast that Yan Ping had no time to dodge at all. He only had time to cross his arms to protect his chest.

Nie Zhaofeng always felt that he had seen this scene somewhere before. Until the moment Yanping flew out and fell to the ground, he finally remembered that it was in a Bruce Lee movie. Even the posture of kicking someone flying was exactly the same.

Yanping was already unable to hold on after being kicked, and when he flew out and landed on the ground, he was stunned. Although he was not seriously injured, he really couldn't get up from the ground in a short period of time.

In other words, even if he could get up, he wouldn't want to get up now.

Yanping glanced at Senior Brother Yanfeng with a resentful look, and muttered in his heart: "What kind of opponent did they find for me? Their strength is not even on the same level."

He really doubted that the young man in front of him was definitely a professional fighter. Maybe he had studied some horizontal martial arts as a minor, but he definitely could not be a professional martial artist.

Otherwise, if those who practice traditional martial arts could reach this level, they would not be scolded like this on the Internet.

Li Ang smiled and said to Yanfeng:
"How is it, Master Yanfeng?"

Yanfeng was not too flustered. After confirming that his junior fellow apprentice was fine, he said solemnly:
"Since Donor Li has proven that he is indeed a practitioner of this trade, he is naturally qualified to participate in the test."

"test?"

Li Ang was a little confused.

Although I knew it would not be so easy for me to get the "Xisui Jing", but from the meaning of his words, it seemed that I had just passed the novice tutorial, and the real level was still to come.

"Yes."

Yanfeng nodded. "Over the years, there have been so many people who came to Shaolin Temple to ask for the "Xisui Jing". The temple has gone to great lengths to set up a special test."

Li Ang looked at Nie Zhaofeng and found that he was also confused. It was obvious that he had never heard of any test specifically for the "Xisui Jing".

Yanfeng also understood the doubts of the two people and explained:

"It's normal that Junior Brother Nie doesn't know. After all, as I just said, there aren't many people who are qualified to take this test. If you can't even beat an ordinary monk in Shaolin Temple, then it's a waste of time to take the test."

As he was speaking, a few more monks came in. Just by looking at their age and expressions, one could tell that they must have a high status in the temple.

The few people who came in first glanced at Yanfeng, and after he nodded, the leader slowly spoke:

"I guess this donor wants to participate in the test in our Shaolin Temple?"

After receiving Li Ang's affirmative answer, the monk, who was about fifty years old, continued:
"This test is actually not complicated. There are only two items. The first is to see if the donor has a predestined relationship with our Buddha. The donor has come at the right time. Our annual Buddha meeting will be held in a few days. If the donor can come out on top among all the people at that time, then he will have passed the test."

"The other test is to test the donor's body to see if he has the ability to learn this true scripture, so as to avoid a lack of foundation and achieve the opposite effect. The specific content of this test is to pass through the Eighteen Bronze Men Formation of our Shaolin Temple."

Li Ang asked suddenly:
"You won't tell me what other procedures are required after this, right? Or is there any ultimate test? If there is, you might as well tell me all at once. Don't be like Pinduoduo, who always falls short."

The middle-aged monk smiled and shook his head and replied: "Don't worry, donor. If you pass these two tests, you can observe the original version of the "Xi Sui Jing". Of course, the time limit is only one day."

"As for Pinduoduo, it's not that you always fall short, but you didn't find the right person. You should invite new people who registered for the first time to help you. I guarantee you will succeed soon."

Li Ang:.
"You're pretty good at playing with your phone."

After Li Ang confirmed it, he followed them to the back to sign the contract, which was nothing more than some disclaimer agreements.

Li Ang was a little confused. Could it be that he was really fighting against eighteen people alone? If that was the case, except for someone like him who was cheating, even if Tyson came, he would have to call an ambulance, right?
There are still three days left before the so-called Buddhist meeting. Li Ang is not in a hurry. He can take this opportunity to go around for a stroll.

After coming out of Shaolin Temple, Li Ang also had a good tour of Songshan Mountain. It’s true that these mountains in China do have a different charm compared to the simple natural scenery abroad. Maybe this is the difference between having cultural heritage or not.

After the trip to Songshan, Li Ang gathered the team again and spent the next two days visiting some popular attractions in Zhengzhou. Most of the time, Li Ang spent his time eating. There are quite a lot of delicious food here, and it tastes much better than in foreign countries.

On the day of the Buddhist meeting, Li Ang actually met an old acquaintance while climbing Mount Songshan.

(End of this chapter)