In an ordinary free fall from high altitude, without acceleration, the falling speed is approximately between 8.6 meters and 9.8 meters per second.
Wang Xu and Fa Bei were standing on the rooftop of the 22nd floor, about 65 meters above the ground, and expected to reach the ground in seven to eight seconds.
The strong wind caused by the fall blew Wang Xu's clothes.
The two of them not only fell, they also fought while falling.
From the moment they fell, the two of them were flying back and forth in the air while falling downwards.
In the corridor on the 16th floor, the little girl who had been scolded for lying looked pitifully out of the window.
Two seconds later, Wang Xu and Fa Bei were fighting each other and fell away from her.
The little girl was stunned for a moment, tried hard to stand up on her toes, looked at Wang and Xu who were still falling, and said loudly: "Mom, look, Niuniu is not lying, there really is a bald Superman!"
The more Wang Xu fought, the more frightened he became. When he was ten meters away from the ground, he glanced at Fa Bei, who was still unmoved, and finally couldn't hold it any longer.
"Zongyun Ladder!" Still three or four meters away from the ground, Wang Xu pointed his toes on the instep and flew up like a roc spreading its wings.
Seeing Wang Xu using Qing Gong, Fa Bei smiled a little, and his clothes instantly started to swell.
boom!!!
There was a roar, and even though Fa Bei was cushioned for a moment, he still fell heavily to the ground.
Wang Xu landed lightly next to Fa Bei. Looking at Fa Bei's twisted and deformed legs, he said, "Uncle Master, why bother?"
"Amitabha, if I don't beat you once, how can you let my disciple go?" When Fabei used Qinggong to slow down, he was only one or two meters away from the ground. He didn't know Wudang's vertical ladder, so even if he could resolve most of the force
, but the legs were still not saved.
Seeing Fa Bei's bones piercing the skin, Wang Xu sighed, Tang Niu really found a good master.
You know, during a rapid fall, it is difficult for the falling person to estimate how high he is from the ground.
When Wang Xu used Qinggong to retreat, he was four meters away from the ground, but it seemed to him that as long as he took a breath, he would fall to the ground.
In this situation, Fa Bei knew that his Qing Gong was not good, but he still managed to stabilize his mind and not use Qing Gong. It seemed that he was just trying to win a round with him, but in fact, he was risking his own life for the sake of his apprentice.
Wang Xu had no doubt that if he had escaped a meter or two later, Fabei would have fallen to death trying to win against him.
"Uncle Fabei is very courageous. This time, my nephew loses. My nephew will return to Shaolin immediately and will no longer interfere with senior brother Xingkong's affairs." Wang Xu clasped his hands together slightly and whispered: "Uncle, take care."
Looking at Wang Xu's leaving figure, Fa Bei opened his mouth, intending to ask Wang Xu to send him to the hospital, but the words came to his lips and were a little hard to say.
In fact, Wang Xu did this deliberately. At this point, if he still couldn't see that Fa Bei had set a trap for him before the competition, Wang Xu would have lived such a long life in vain.
Although it is said that a defeat is a defeat, Fa Bei dared to gamble with his own life, and he had nothing to say because his skills were inferior to others.
However, it would be false to say that he has no resentment at all. Wang Xu is not a generous person after all, and has no intention of taking Fa Ai to see a doctor.
Shaolin
"I heard from Fa Quan that you met Xing Kong, but when you were trying to catch him, you were blocked by Fa Bei and lost one of his moves?"
"yes"
"Any insights?"
"You can't underestimate anyone, and you can't fight an uncertain battle."
In the abbot's room, Wang Xu stood in front of the incense burner, looking at the wet dream master who was drinking tea.
Master Mengwei slowly put down his tea cup, looked at the expressionless Wang Xu, and sighed: "Fifty years ago, the old abbot passed away not long ago. I, Brother Mengfan, and Brother Menglu, the three of us stood in front of the old abbot,
The future abbot of Shaolin will be selected from the three of us. Brother Monroe is a friendly person and has no fight with the world, so he was the first one to choose to quit.
Senior Brother Mengfan and I were the only two candidates for the abbot of Shaolin. Among them, the old abbot was more optimistic about Senior Brother Mengfan, and thought that I was too utilitarian and worried that I would lead Shaolin astray. At that time, I was not convinced, so I asked Brother Mengfan
He said that the two of us had to compete, and the winner would be the abbot. Senior Brother Mengfan agreed and asked me what we were competing for. I said I would just guess how many toes I have."
Having said this, Master Mengwei stopped talking and fell into silence.
Wang Xu looked at his expression and realized that the current Shaolin abbot was the Master of Wet Dreams, and the only loser was Meng Fan, so he said, "You won?"
"Take a look"
Master Mengwei took off his monk shoes, revealing his left foot with only four toes, and whispered quietly: "Senior Brother Mengfan grew up with me, how could he not know that I have ten toes, so he guessed wrong."
Wang Xu looked at Master Wet Dream's left foot, which only had four toes, and suddenly realized that these bald donkeys were quite ruthless.
First, Fa Bei would rather throw himself to death than win a round against him.
Fifty years ago, it was another dream that he would cut off his own toes in order to become the abbot of Shaolin. As expected, the devil and the Buddha are one body, and the Buddha is also a devil deep down.
"Senior Brother Mengfan was trapped by love and disappeared for forty years in the blink of an eye. Looking back now, time flies so fast!"
Master Mengwei put on his shoes, patted Wang Xu's shoulder gently, and whispered: "You are very good, but you are a bit young. Go ahead, go ahead, think more about everything next time."
"Disciple, please leave." Wang Xu clasped his hands together, lowered his head and left the abbot's room.
When he arrived outside the abbot's room, Wang Xu suddenly thought of Master Wet Dream and didn't ask about the Great Return Pill at all.
Thinking of the two Great Return Pills on his body, Wang Xu hesitated for a moment, but still did not turn around to ask.
Early the next morning, the Shaolin Temple issued an announcement, announcing that the Great Return Pill had been recovered. Xingkong would no longer be a Shaolin disciple and would not be allowed to set foot on the mainland again for the rest of his life.
In this announcement, there was no mention of punishment for Fa Bei, as if nothing had happened.
But after returning to Shaolin, Wang Xu did not see Fa Bei. With the character of Master Mengwei, he probably would not let him off lightly.
Don't ask questions that shouldn't be asked, Wang Xu's life returned to peace again, just like it was before the accident.
Get up at five o'clock in the morning and go to the Mahavira Hall to chant sutras at five thirty.
At seven o'clock, the chanting ends and we go to the cafeteria to have breakfast. At seven-thirty, the literary monks go to Manjusri Hall to continue chanting, and the martial monks go to the back mountain to practice martial arts.
In the blink of an eye, Wang Xu has been back for half a month, and Tang Niu's matter has been downplayed.
Except for someone mentioning it occasionally, most of the time, no one can remember who this person is.
Wang Xu is also one of them. When thinking about Tang Niu, he always feels that it has been a long time.
If it weren't for the Great Returning Pill on his body, which was still silently reminding Wang Xu, I'm afraid he wouldn't think of a person who left Shaolin and could never come back.
"The Tang Niu incident has been settled. Even the announcement said that the Great Return Pill has been recovered. I don't think anyone will ask me for the Great Return Pill anymore, right?"
The Great Return Pill stolen by Tang Niu has always been on Wang Xu, and no one has bothered about it at all.
After waiting for so long, Wang Xu had a vague guess that these two Great Return Pills were probably specially set aside for him by the Master of Wet Dreams.
After all, he now carries the title of Mengfan's successor.
The relationship between Master Mengwei and Master Mengfan was not simple in the past. According to Master Mengwei himself, they were brothers who grew up since childhood.
Moreover, when the old abbot was still alive, if he had not tricked him at the last moment, the position of Shaolin abbot should have been Master Mengfan.
Judging from Master Mengwei's attitude towards him, he could feel that Master Mengwei still felt a little indebted to Mengfan in his heart. Since he recognized him as the successor of Mengfan, his attitude towards him was very unusual.
"My internal strength level has reached the threshold of a great master. The martial arts spirit contained in the Yi Jin Jing is self-improvement, which is more in line with myself. With these two Great Return Pills, plus my understanding of the Yi Jin Jing
Understand, it shouldn’t be a problem to break through the Grand Master.”
If you want to be promoted to a Grand Master, you must find your own way.
If you can't find it, you can find a magical secret book that conforms to your own moral principles, and you can also embark on the path of becoming a great master.
For example, Huo Gong Tutuo, he is upright and stubborn. He will jump off a cliff when losing to Sanfeng Zhenren, which is not very exciting to watch.
But his character is in line with the indomitable nature of the Nine Yang Divine Art, so by practicing the Nine Yang Divine Art, he can reach the level of a great master.
The same is true for Wang Xu. He hasn't found his own path yet, but it's not like he can't walk on this path left by his predecessors.
Although they follow other people's paths, great masters who have achieved "the same level" are generally not as powerful as those who blazed the trail.
However, under the current circumstances, it is unrealistic for Wang Xu to create a magical skill that is directly aimed at the great master. After all, the secret book of magical skills is not a country trick. I can create it just by saying I want to create it.
Similarly, Wang Xu has the shuttle gate in his body and can continuously travel to other planes, so he does not need to worry about subsequent problems with his skills.
If he had spent decades in seclusion and created magical secrets, he might have become a martial arts sage long ago.
Judging from the current situation, it is not advisable for him to hide in the mountains and forests to create magical powers just when he is accumulating strength.
After all, he is not Zhang Sanfeng. If Zhang Sanfeng does not create on his own, there is no way forward at all, but Wang Xu has many choices.
Perhaps more than ten years later, I will look back and see that Zhang Sanfeng is still struggling to find a way forward, stuck on the Grand Master and unable to deposit or advance, and he has already reached the Broken level. Who can say that his choice was wrong.