The strong always need to be respected. This is an eternal truth. Even though Mu Yang looks very young, his martial arts is already ahead of everyone.
No matter how aloof or arrogant you appear, it is still the dignity of the strong. Not only will no one criticize you, but you will take it for granted.
Mu Yang only stayed in Duolin Temple for one day, and left on the second day surrounded by Master Wu Ting and Master Xiulin. In just one day, Mu Yang fully communicated with Master Xiulin and shocked the world with his shocking power. After killing everyone, there was no one in the entire Duolin Temple who could stand up to him.
So young, but his strength far exceeds everyone else
A new myth seems to be slowly taking shape.
And Duolin Temple is just a stop on his journey.
Looking at Mu Yang's back gradually disappearing among the mountains and forests, Wu Ting was filled with emotion.
The two people who could compete with each other not long ago can only rely on looking up to each other now.
"Teacher, this disciple also thinks it's time to go out and practice." Wu Ting's expression was very determined, as if he had made some kind of determination.
Master Xiulin said: "Where have you decided to go?"
Wu Ting was silent for a while, remembering what Mu Yang had said to him before, "Yes, this disciple is planning to go to Kailin Holy Land."
Master Xiulin nodded after hearing this: "Well, Kailin Holy Land is the birthplace of martial arts. There is a Kailin Tower there. You can try to challenge it. I didn't climb the Kailin Tower when I was a teacher. I hope you can succeed. "
Master Xiulin also tried to challenge the Kailin Tower when he was young, but with his strength at the time, he fell down halfway up the climb due to lack of physical strength. After several attempts, they all ended in failure, so he gave up and returned to Duolin Temple took charge of the affairs of the temple and did not challenge it again.
Now he places his hope on Wu Ting.
"Yes, my disciple has noted it down." Wu Ting clasped his hands together and silently saluted.
"Yeah." Looking at Wu Ting's determined expression, Master Xiulin remembered his own youth and smiled. Looking at the mist-shrouded mountains in the distance, I feel a little lost...
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On the other side, after leaving Duolin Temple, Mu Yang continued to visit various schools according to his plan. Integrating the best of hundreds of schools was not an easy task, and Mu Yang was prepared for a long-term struggle.
Next he visited the "Cross Fist" school, which is very similar to Tenshin-ryu and has many local gyms. Mu Yang came directly to the door. This time he did not report to the door, but directly used violent means to challenge the opponent, forcing the other party to try his best.
This method is easy to offend people, but the rewards are obviously greater.
Mu Yang didn't care about offending people, so he would simply and rudely come to the door to learn the secrets of various schools.
So, at some point, a rumor began to circulate in the martial arts world. It was said that a certain fanatic was constantly challenging various major sects. Several sects that had rumors about them were all defeated by him, and the identity of this person was unknown. Keep it secret. At first everyone thought that the madman was overestimating his abilities and trying to become famous in one battle, but gradually as more and more masters were defeated, even some legendary masters were defeated at the hands of the opponent.
Only then did they realize that this might be a legend.
Muyang's constant challenges made various schools anxious, and they hurriedly closed their gates, fearing that they would become the next target. At the same time, many people also thought that something was wrong. If this person really wanted to become famous, why should he hide his identity
It seems that the rumors are not reliable after all, but no matter what the truth is, it is better not to wade into this muddy water.
One day, on a beach.
White waves hit the shore and broke into fine sprays.
Mu Yang's eyes were slightly focused, and the energy from his whole body was fused together and gathered on the palm of his hand. With a "boo" sound, a ball of light appeared on the palm of his hand. The bright and flawless color looked as transparent and bright as a night pearl. But this small energy ball gathered most of the energy in Mu Yang's body.
"After practicing for so long, I finally made this energy ball."
Looking at the energy ball that kept making a harsh "buzzing" sound, Mu Yang had a smile on his lips.
Suddenly, his arm shook and he pushed forward with one hand -
"Tian Xin Slash!"
A burst of strength suddenly emitted from the waist, and the bright energy ball suddenly shook and turned into the shape of a crescent moon. It immediately accelerated to the extreme and flew straight out along the sea surface with a whoosh.
With a crash, the sea suddenly boiled and split into two halves along the trajectory of the Tianxin Slash. The fine waves seemed to have been boiled by the high temperature, vaporizing directly under the extremely high energy. Along with a blazing fireball rising into the sky, the dazzling white light was wrapped in a manic storm and spread in all directions.
Mu Yang stood where the storm was sweeping and let the hurricane hit him.
This energy attack may be insignificant in the universe, and is only equivalent to a casual blow from an ordinary "fighting" cosmic person. But at the current stage of the earth, its power should not be weaker than Wu Taidou's Qigong Cannon or the Ten Thousand Kingdoms Shocking Palm.
Watching with satisfaction that the water on the sea gradually calmed down, Mu Yang took a short rest and prepared to leave.
Just at this time-
A small boat floated on the sea. There was a figure on the boat, shouting to Mu Yang: "Hey, it was the Qigong wave you released just now. What kind of move was it? Can you let me see it again?"
Hearing this, Mu Yang stopped preparing to leave and glanced towards the small boat.
It was an ordinary-looking young man, about 20 years old, who looked to be about the same age as Mu Yang. He was carrying a cloth bag behind him and looked like he was traveling far away. But when he looked at it, Mu Yang let out a sigh and felt something different about that person.
"Interesting, this person's strength doesn't seem to be weak!" A trace of surprise appeared on Mu Yang's face.
The boat gradually approached, and the people on the boat jumped in front of Mu Yang, and then started attacking regardless of whether Mu Yang agreed or not.
"Good guy, you just attack without saying a word?"
A trace of surprise flashed across Mu Yang's face, and he sneered. He quickly reached out with his palm, grasped the opponent's fist, and then swung it hard, sending the opponent and his luggage flying away.
Then his body quickly flashed, and he rushed in front of the man before he landed.
The body floated down, the arms bent, and an iron fist suddenly struck out.
"Wow!" The man yelled in embarrassment, and the roar caused his body to stop in mid-air.
"Turtle Style Qigong!!"
The young man screamed strangely, put his palms together, and a beam of Qigong waves shining with dark blue light struck towards Mu Yang.
A trace of surprise flashed in Mu Yang's eyes, and the skill in his hands did not stop. Facing the Qigong wave bombarding him, he immediately mobilized his energy, stretched out his fingers forward, and a faint light shone.
"Tianxin Qigong!!"
The two energies met in mid-air, and a terrifying aura was created. As the atmosphere trembled, the aftermath of the qigong turned into a strong whirlwind and spread out.
(End of chapter)