The biggest difference between the upper three realms and the middle three realms warriors lies in internal strength.
The body of the warriors in the upper three realms has been washed by the vitality of the world, and their internal forces have undergone transformation. Under normal circumstances, a ray of internal energy from a martial artist in the upper three realms can crush a hundred strands of internal energy from a warrior in the middle three realms.
To put it simply, even if it is just breaking through the upper three realms, it can easily sweep hundreds of middle three realms.
In addition to internal strength, the physical body of the warriors in the upper three realms has also been improved to a certain extent. Of course, the improvement here is far inferior to Dacheng's [King Kong Immortal Art].
"Is this a third-rank martial artist?"
Su Qin whispered to himself, looking excited.
Su Qin could clearly feel that at this moment, he was faintly pulling the power of heaven and earth around him with his gestures.
Su Qin punched out, and what exploded was not his own power, but the mighty power of heaven and earth.
"It's no wonder that in Shaolin Temple, only the third grade can become the head of each academy."
Su Qin's thoughts were ups and downs, and he realized the internal force that was constantly circulating in his body: "The gap between the third rank and the fourth rank is too great."
Su Qin was amazed.
Because the power controlled by a third-rank martial artist is no longer his own, but the power of heaven and earth.
Thinking of this, Su Qin finally realized the horror of Dacheng's [King Kong Immortal Art].
You know, [King Kong Immortality Divine Art] has nothing to do with the power of heaven and earth, it is an external skill that purely tempers the body.
However, being able to strengthen the physical body to the point where it can challenge the warriors of the three realms is tantamount to fighting against the outside world with one's own strength, which is simply unimaginable.
"It's almost time, it's time to go back."
Su Qin quickly restrained his breath, and possessed the great [King Kong Immortal Art] to control the physical body. As long as he didn't take the initiative to expose his breath, even a first-rank grand master would not be able to detect any abnormalities in front of him.
Whoosh!
Su Qin's figure turned into a phantom, which disappeared in a flash.
If any Shaolin Temple disciple passed by here and saw it, he would be dumbfounded, thinking that he saw a ghost.
Shaolin Temple is simple and quiet, detached from the outside world.
Just when Su Qin was about to return to the handyman's yard, he saw a figure staring blankly at the direction of the back mountain.
"Truth?"
Su Qin recognized this Arhat Academy genius who entered Shaolin Temple at the same time as himself.
"Why do you feel that he is a little strange?" Su Qin sensed that Zhenxing had lost his soul, as if he had been hit by something.
Zhenxing saw Su Qin approaching, and immediately left quickly.
"What happened?" Su Qin muttered to himself.
Su Qin thought so, but had no intention of asking.
He is not familiar with Zhen Xing, although both of them belong to the "Zhen" generation of disciples, and they also entered Shaolin Temple at the same time, but they hardly have any intersection in normal times.
As far as Zhenxing is concerned, he is a genius of the Arhat Academy, and he may become the head of the first academy in the future, with a bright future, but what about Su Qin? But it's just a monk.
Although Shaolin Temple seeks to see through the mortal world, its authenticity obviously has not reached this level.
After returning to the handyman's courtyard, Su Qin heard the disciples of the handyman's courtyard talking in a low voice.
"I heard about the authenticity of Arhat Academy. The whole family, old and young, were slaughtered by evil warriors passing by."
"I've also heard about this incident. It is said that the abbot specially called him over to comfort him."
"Comfort? The whole family is dead, what's the use of comfort?"
"Oh, how pitiful."
"So that's how it is." Su Qin thought of Zhen Xing's expression just now, and was slightly stunned.
"The outside world is too dangerous."
“The Shaolin Temple is better”
Su Qin was deeply moved, and became more and more determined to stay in Shaolin Temple.
time flies.
Next, Su Qin resumed the days of sweeping the floor and signing in, and cycled in the Sutra Pavilion, Putiyuan and Zhenmo Tower every day.
During this period, as Su Qin's strength improved greatly and he entered the upper three realms, he began to try those forbidden places in Shaolin Temple that he had never been to.
Four and a half years have passed in the blink of an eye.
Outside the Sutra Pavilion, Su Qin held the broom in both hands, and leisurely cleaned the falling leaves.
In the past four and a half years, Su Qin has obtained countless natural treasures and panacea through signing in, and his strength has grown by leaps and bounds, and he has already stepped into the realm of a first-rank grand master.
First Grade Master!
In today's world of martial arts, a first-rank grand master is definitely considered a top martial artist.
The myth of martial arts does not come out, and the first-rank grand master is the strongest.
In the world, there are only a handful of great masters of the first rank, such as the overwhelming national master of the Mongolian Yuan Empire in the north, Zhang Zhenren of the Wudang Zhenwu lineage.
Although Shaolin Temple is the world's top school of martial arts, but in this generation, there is no first-rank holy monk sitting in it.
If it weren't for the profound heritage of Shaolin Temple, I'm afraid it would have been removed from the world's martial arts schools long ago.
From this, it can be seen how rare a first-rank grand master is, any one can affect the situation and suppress one side.
"Ten years."
Su Qin was tall and straight, with calm eyes.
It has been ten years since he entered Shaolin Temple.
In the past ten years, he has leapt from an ordinary person who is not even a ninth-rank to a first-rank grand master who shakes the world.
And vaguely the strongest of Shaolin Temple's generation.
One must know that even the current abbot Huiwen of Shaolin Temple is only second rank, and the rest of the heads are only third rank.
There is no way to compare with a first-rank master like Su Qin.
Su Qin is sure that with his current strength, even if Abbot Huiwen and the heads of the academy add up, it is not enough for him to fight with one hand.
"Ten years have passed, many new faces have appeared, and many geniuses have appeared"
Su Qin sighed softly.
Shaolin Temple recruits a large number of disciples every year to maintain the inheritance. In ten years, Su Qin has seen too much.
But no matter what happened, Su Qin remained steadfast as a sweeping monk, never changed his original intention, and never wavered.
Even if the head of the Handyman's Academy wanted to promote him, Su Qin resolutely refused.
Su Qin had already figured it out, in the entire Shaolin Temple, only the sweeping monks could freely enter and leave most places.
Otherwise, if Su Qin is a disciple of Arhat Academy, but runs around in other places all day long, wouldn't it arouse suspicion
Besides, no matter whether it is the Arhat Academy or the Wushu Academy, the disciples will receive the attention of the head of the academy or even the abbot.
There are too many secrets in Su Qin, in case something is discovered, how to explain it
Only the sweeping monk can perfectly cover up all Su Qin's secrets.
Even the abbot of Shaolin Temple would not pay too much attention to a sweeping monk in the temple.
Just as Su Qin was quietly sweeping the floor outside the Scripture-reserving Pavilion.
suddenly.
A loud shout resounded from the Bodhidharma Courtyard.
"Sinister, how dare you?!!!"
next moment.
hum! ! !
I saw the extremely strong demon energy, madness began to spread, and quickly enveloped half of Shaolin Temple.
mighty magic,
"Hahahahaha!"
"Old man Huiwen, you are old, and your vitality and blood are declining. How does it taste like the palm of my demon Buddha?"
In the center of the endless demonic energy, a young man stared at Heimang with a sneer on his face.
(end of this chapter)