"Since Daoist Master Li is so confident, let’s wait and see how it turns out."
"Of course, we have to showcase it, and today is such a good opportunity, we should exchange ideas properly."
Zhang Yongfu nodded with a smile and did not refuse.
Pretending in front of your junior brother, you don’t even know how you’ll end up dying.
Li Dongying’s face was full of smiles as he said to the other disciples present:
"Go prepare first, don’t delay the progress."
"Yes!"
The disciples of Feng’en Temple sprang into action and quickly brought out all the props.
The items they prepared were nothing special, all things seen before on TV.
There were tiles and wooden boards, all commonly used in martial arts performances.
When all the props were ready, Tian Yi stood before a stack of tiles, assuming the qi sinking into the dantian posture.
It was precisely this simple action that drew continuous screams from the audience, some even shouted themselves hoarse.
"I just counted, there are 24 tiles, almost taller than me, I wonder if Tian Yi Daoist can do it."
"Don’t worry, it’s definitely not a problem. Tian Yi Daoist’s Kung Fu is the strongest in Feng’en Temple, even nationwide, it’s top-tier."
"I never thought in my lifetime, I could see Tian Yi Daoist demonstrate Daoist martial arts, even dying would be worth it."
Lin Yi curled his lips, feeling these people hadn’t seen much of the world.
Suddenly!
Tian Yi shouted loudly, and then struck down fiercely with a punch.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
tiles shattered in quick succession, the impact was excellent.
"Oh my god, Tian Yi Daoist is so cool, he actually broke 24 tiles with one punch. If it were me, I might not even break one."
"Of course, if he couldn’t even do this, he wouldn’t deserve the title of number one Daoist."
"Uh-huh, I need to take some pictures of Tian Yi Daoist."
Watching the audience chattering nonstop, Lin Yi yawned deeply.
This kind of thing can only fool outsiders; in his professional eyes, there was no highlight.
It was said to be new Daoist martial arts, but in most parts, it was derived from taekwondo and Mixed Martial Arts.
It had nothing to do with Daoist martial arts.
Li Dongying’s face was covered in smiles.
"Daoist Zhang, what do you think?"
"It’s indeed quite good." Zhang Yongfu said politely.
Upon hearing this, Li Dongying’s expression became even more smug.
"This is the result of our improvement, I plan to apply for it to be recognized as cultural heritage in the future, to preserve this glory."
"You’re even planning to apply for cultural heritage?" Zhang Youfu said in surprise.
"Of course, this is something we created ourselves, with many local elements, it certainly needs to be applied for as cultural heritage."
"Haha, as long as you’re happy."
"Then let’s continue watching the performance."
After the tile-breaking performance, Tian Yi moved to another side.
His several junior brothers held up thick wooden boards of varying heights, ready to cooperate with him to complete the second act of the performance.
At this moment, the whole place went silent.
Everyone held their breath and focused on Tian Yi.
And he didn’t dawdle, after a few running steps, he delivered a double kick, shattering all the thick boards.
When he landed, there were once again waves of exclamations from the audience.
But Lin Yi was yawning, almost about to fall asleep.
Yet Tian Yi did not intend to stop.
In another direction, stood a dozen disciples wearing Daoist robes, each ready and vigilant as if facing a great enemy.
Tian Yi charged towards the dozen people and, with lightning speed, knocked one of them down.
The remaining people closed in, but none of them could get close to him.
Anyone who got slightly close was knocked down with a punch.
In less than a minute, all the disciples lay on the ground, showcasing Tian Yi’s combat prowess.
Seeing this scene, the exclamations rose like waves.