Since a few years ago, when King Kong was indestructible, Su Qin hadn't felt a significant physical improvement.
Even if one enters the realm of a first-rank grand master, it is only a qualitative change in internal strength, and by the way, a slight strengthening of the physical body.
This strengthening, for Su Qin, is nothing more than something born out of nothing.
can now.
Under the combination of King Kong Immortality Magic Art and Taiyin Body Refining Technique, Su Qin felt the long-lost transformation of his physical body.
Crash.
The blood rushed, and the power of the most yin and the power of the most yang collided and offset each other, giving birth to strands of gray breath, which quickly blended into every part of Su Qin's body.
Even the internal strength of Su Qin's first-rank grand master is gradually becoming more pure.
Even in the depths of the ancestral aperture between his eyebrows, the golden Buddha began to emit a hazy Buddha light at this moment, faintly echoing the physical body.
The internal force and the physical body are originally one with each other, a strong physical body can accumulate internal force, and a pure internal force can also replenish the physical body.
After several hours.
Su Qin stood up slowly.
Click click click.
There was a sound of bones colliding on Su Qin's body.
"It's a pity that the Taiyin Body Refining Technique must be performed when the moonlight is at its peak to have the best effect."
Su Qin raised his head slightly, looked at the gradually setting moon, and sighed.
"Come back tomorrow night."
Su Qin returned to the handyman's house.
After practicing all night, Su Qin not only didn't feel tired at all, but was full of energy.
The first-rank grand master has already started to get involved in the cultivation of 'God', even if he doesn't sleep for a month, there is no problem.
What's more, Su Qin is not without rest. In the process of body training, it is also a supplement to the 'God'.
In front of the Sutra Pavilion.
Su Qin said silently in his heart: "System, sign in."
[Congratulations to the host for successfully signing in and obtaining the practice 'Prajna Zen Palm'.]
"Prajna palm?"
A smile appeared on Su Qin's face.
Prajna Chan Palm is a unique skill in Shaolin Temple, only the heads of the academy and abbots are qualified to practice it, and it belongs to the secret tradition of Shaolin Temple.
It is said that hundreds of years ago, a certain generation of Shaolin monks, with the help of Prajna Zen palm, suppressed the famous first-rank master at that time, and his reputation shook the world.
Although the main reason for this was the terrifying strength of that holy monk, Prajna Zen Palm should not be underestimated either.
next moment.
All the subtleties about Prajna Zen Palm flooded into Su Qin's mind.
In less than a moment, Su Qin seemed to have practiced Prajna Zen Palm for decades, and he was in control of this unique skill.
After signing in, Su Qin roughly cleaned it, then entered the first floor of the Sutra Pavilion, and looked through some strange stories and annals collected by Shaolin Temple.
The Sutra Pavilion is divided into four floors.
The second floor to the fourth floor contain all kinds of Shaolin Temple's unique learning.
Disciples who want to go to the second to fourth floors must obtain the permission of the abbot or the heads of the courtyard.
As for the first floor, there are anecdotes written or brought back by some eminent monks who traveled down the mountain.
It has nothing to do with martial arts scriptures.
Therefore, any disciple can read the classics on the first floor of the Sutra Pavilion.
Although Su Qin is a sweeping monk, he is also a disciple of Shaolin Temple, so he can read it naturally.
Just when Su Qin was looking at a wild history with relish.
"Junior Brother Zhenguan, are you here too?" A surprised voice came from the side.
Su Qin looked up, put down Ye Shi and said, "Brother Zhenzhi."
The person who was talking to Su Qin was Zhenzhi, the inspector monk of the Zhenmo Pagoda.
Beside Zhenzhi, there were several other inspecting monks standing.
"I'm short of energy and blood. The head of the hospital said that I'm not suitable for practicing martial arts during this time, so I came here to have a look."
Zhenzhi explained.
"I see." Su Qin nodded slightly.
At that time outside the Demon Town Tower, Zhenzhi was indeed swallowed by the old blood-devouring demon, but because Su Qin interrupted in time, the foundation was not hurt.
Otherwise, if Su Qin arrives a little later, the true wisdom will not be a lack of energy and blood, but the energy and blood will be sucked dry.
As for the few monks next to Zhenzhi, it was the same reason.
Although they were not devoured, they also suffered some injuries and needed to rest during this period of time.
After chatting for a while, they talked about what happened in the Demon Town Tower last night.
"Hey, it was really dangerous at that time, just a little bit, that blood-devouring old devil was going to kill him."
Zhenzhi said with emotion.
Between life and death there is great terror.
After Zhenzhi went through life and death, his mind changed slightly.
"Brother Zhenzhi, you were not in a coma at the time, did you see the appearance of that senior monk?"
A monk nearby asked in a low voice.
As soon as this word came out.
The eyes of the other monks suddenly lit up.
At this moment, the deeds of that holy monk ancestor have long been spread throughout Shaolin Temple.
Abbot Huiwen and the heads of the academy did not stop him either.
After all, letting the disciples know that there is a first-grade holy monk standing behind the Shaolin Temple can also have an inspiring effect.
"appearance?"
Zhenzhi shook his head, "I only saw a vague figure, and then lost consciousness."
Su Qin chuckled softly when he heard this.
When he appeared in front of the Demon Suppressing Tower at that time, his inner strength spread all over his body, and it was impossible for anyone to see his appearance except for the blood-devouring old devil.
When the other monks heard this, they could only give up.
"However, although I haven't seen the appearance, I know the strength of the ancestors of the holy monks."
Zhenzhi changed the subject and said suddenly.
"The strength of the ancestors of the holy monk?"
Several monks blinked and asked with puzzled faces: "Aren't the senior monks first-rank grand masters?"
"It is indeed a great master"
When Zhenzhi said this, he paused, lowered his voice and said: "But even a first-rank grand master, there is a distinction between high and low."
"For example, Zhang Zhenren, who is from the Wudang Mountain Zhenwu lineage, has dominated the world for decades, and can ignore even the imperial power. There is also the national teacher of Meng Yuan, who has the power of a dragon and elephant, and can support the entire Meng Yuan Empire by himself. .”
Zhenzhi's expression showed a trace of awe.
Whether it is Zhang Zhenren or Meng Yuan Guoshi, they are all top grades in the world, and they may even touch the rumored myth barrier.
In front of such characters, the ordinary first-rank grand masters will indeed be eclipsed.
"Brother Zhenzhi, what do you mean?"
The expressions of the monks next to him changed slightly.
Although they were very grateful to that senior monk in Shaolin Temple, they never thought about the level of strength of this senior monk.
For these monks, even an ordinary rank is far from what they can look up to, let alone such a top rank as Zhang Zhenren and Meng Yuan Guoshi
"Although I don't know the strength of the blood-devouring old devil, he can instantly defeat the one-hundred-eight arhat formation, even if he is not first rank, he is not far away."
"With such an existence, even if you really meet a first-rank Grandmaster, you can't beat it, but there is still some hope of escaping."
"Even if you can't escape, you will definitely experience a tragic fight."
Zhenzhi exclaimed: "But last night, the blood-devouring old devil died so suddenly, as if he encountered an enemy that was far from being able to resist."
"I guess, the ancestors of the holy monks who killed the blood-devouring old devil are at least as strong as the masters of Meng Yuan and Zhang Zhenren."
As soon as Zhenzhi said this.
Several monks looked at each other with shock on their faces.
Like Zhang Zhenren and Meng Yuan Guoshi, who are the best in the world
How is this possible
"You don't believe it?"
Seeing that several monks did not speak, Zhenzhi felt anxious, and looked at Su Qin who picked up the wild history again and said with relish:
"Junior Brother Zhenguan, tell me, is my guess just now reasonable?"
(end of this chapter)