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Fang Yang's tone was firm and his eyes were full of determination. The abbot patted Fang Yang on the shoulder and motioned for him to follow him to the place where he practiced.

The venue is spacious and solemn. Under the sunshine, the dust is dancing, and there is a peaceful atmosphere in the air.

The abbot stood in the center of the field, tall and majestic.

He began to demonstrate his superb boxing skills.

Every move and every move is smooth and powerful, like a dragon traveling through the nine heavens.

Everyone watching the demonstration watched every move and move he made without taking their eyes off him.

Fang Yang was also attracted by this scene.

He followed every movement of the abbot with his eyes, trying to imitate the 13 exquisite skills shown in the demonstration.

He felt the power and inner energy flowing between his fingertips, and that feeling made him intoxicated.

The sunlight shining through the windows of the practice venue illuminated the place where the abbot stood, adding a sense of mystery to this calm and solemn scene.

Everyone was silent at this special moment, only heavy and powerful breathing could be heard.

The abbot turned to face the crowd, and his calm aura shocked those watching.

He said in a calm yet stern tone.

"Martial arts practice is not only for personal growth, but also to realize one's responsibility and responsibility to society. We Shaolin disciples should be in awe and practice diligently."

When everyone heard what the abbot said, they all nodded secretly in their hearts.

Every disciple who comes to Shaolin Temple has a kind and selfless original intention, and Fang Yang is no exception.

Fang Yang decided to practice harder and maximize his strength. Fang Yang stood on the practice ground, his body flexibly imitating every movement and posture of the abbot's demonstration.

Sometimes he waves his arms like wind and clouds, sometimes he moves steadily and performs attack moves.

The sun shone through the window, illuminating his concentrated figure.

Fang Yang's eyes are full of passion and fascination for martial arts.

He felt the power and inner energy flowing between his fingertips, and could experience the flow of power and mastery of rhythm in every blow.

He seemed immersed in it, one with the place.

Li Zhou stood aside and watched with admiration as Fang Yang crazily imitated various boxing techniques.

He looked at the abbot with admiration in his eyes.

Li Zhou knew that Fang Yang was a genius in martial arts practice.

Whether it is speed, strength or skills, he is beyond the scope of ordinary people.

Li Zhou couldn't help but sigh.

"Fang Yang, you are a monster! You are actually able to imitate various boxing techniques so perfectly and master them in a short period of time."

His evaluation of Fang Yang aroused everyone's approval, and the barrage was constantly filled with netizens' praise for Fang Yang.

He called it a strange 310 thing and expressed his agreement with Li Zhou's comments. Fang Yang is determined to work harder and keep learning new martial arts.

Fang Yang took a deep breath, closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

He knew that he could never stop here, there were still many martial arts waiting for him to master.

Fang Yang, you can do it!

Li Zhou said encouragingly.

He saw a flaming fighting spirit igniting in Fang Yang.

I also felt the passion quietly rising deep in my heart.

Fang Yang opened his eyes, his gaze firm and resolute.

He waved his arms again, and his body began to dance flexibly.

Every movement is smooth and powerful, reflecting the smooth use of martial arts. .