Shi Xingwu nodded slightly and walked towards the mountain.

These monks followed the good deeds and bought tickets to follow the tourists up the mountain.

The dress of several people is very eye-catching, and many tourists are very interested.

"A monk from Shaolin Temple is here to play the restaurant?"

Many foreigners are even more interested.

It is rare to see monks in Wudang Mountain, especially these monks, who are obviously not ordinary monks.

Some foreign students from the Martial Arts Hall at the foot of the mountain came up.

"You young, Shaolin Kung Fu! I, Wudang Kung Fu!"

A tall white man said Daxuan in a confused manner, stopped several people, and gestured twice with his hands and feet.

It seems like I want to compete.

Other tourists were even more interested, and many people took out their cell phones to take photos.

The monks looked at each other and were about to speak.

Shi Xingwu has already put his hands together and made a sound:

"Amitabha!"

The monk was huge in size and his voice was even louder. He exhaled and made the sound of tourists buzzing his ears. The foreign student was stunned in place, his qi and blood surging, and his eyes were black.

When everyone came to their senses, a group of monks had disappeared before their eyes.

It couldn't help but bring out bursts of exclamations.

The great Xuanwu style is quite strong, but there is no need for martial arts in the Qingping world. The masters all come from the Dawen, the military, and there are very few real masters among the people.

One against ten is already a master for ordinary people.

A master like Shi Xingwu cannot even imagine it.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that the two nephews died too miserably, he wouldn't even go down the mountain.

"Another great master!"

Not far away, Su Jie's eardrums were slightly numb, and he couldn't help but smack his tongue.

Before meeting Porter, he was also an ordinary person and had never seen many masters.

I couldn't help but sigh.

"The horizontal practice of Shi Xingwu is excellent. In the Gang Realm, few of them are better than his horizontal practice."

Porter looked at it calmly and commented:

"There is still a foundation in Shaolin Temple. Unfortunately, with the development of artificial intelligence, this foundation will only become weaker and weaker, and eventually lose its effect..."

The millennium of history is not as good as artificial intelligence in just a few years. This is what artificial intelligence targets, not just martial arts and boxing techniques.

In other words, artificial intelligence has just taken out a little energy to surpass Daxuan's boxing and martial arts routines for thousands of years.

If it weren't for the fact that artificial intelligence had not yet cracked the mysteries of various levels, it would have been popularized by the military. It would be impossible for everyone to transform into strength and everyone to hold the pill.

The power of the times is so amazing.

Even if it is just the dust of the times, it can crush thousands of years of martial arts.

"AI......."

A strange thing rose in Su Jie's heart.

His major in university is about artificial intelligence...

Huhu~~~

The wind is strong on the mountain, and there is a faint thunderstorm. Many tourists have already rushed down the mountain. In the end, there are only a few who are willing to stay on the mountain on thunderstorms.

Mu Long City climbed up the stairs without any haste. From a distance, you can already see the location of Wudang Golden Top.

With the changes in the magnetic field between heaven and earth, I felt the breath of Taoist Juechen even more faintly.

“Huh?”

Suddenly, Mu Longcheng stopped and a ripples appeared in the depths of his eyes.

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Chapter completed!