It took Happy a total of forty minutes to circulate three full circulations for Tendon Changing Classic, and he could not help but remember the first time he circulated his qi cultivation technique in the game. He had gained a lot, and he was pleasantly surprised.
It was the same this time. Even though his qi had already reached 603 points and the improvement of his qi was negligible, the requirements to practice Tendon Changing Classic were very harsh. If he widened his meridian system with two hundred points as his foundation, the effects would still be very obvious. In forty minutes, it increased his qi by more than three points.
Aside from that, his Affinity and Arm Strength also increased by one point. His Comprehension also seemed to have reached a breakthrough.
Tendon Changing Classic had just reached Level 5.7, but his qi had increased by 3.4 points, and his attributes had also increased. This was something that had never happened before.
If it were not for Master Xuan Kong's exquisite Go game, Happy might have searched for a quiet place to practice Tendon Changing Classic and his other martial arts so that he could reach Moksha Realm within a week!
But …
Happy was already itching to put Ten True Dragon Lives into his bag.
"…"
He turned his head around and bowed respectfully at the fog before he left Punishment Mount.
The group of Shaolin Temple disciples looked at each other at a loss.
"Was that our senior brother just now?"
"I think so."
"Why does he look like a different person?"
"His eyes are very bright, and there's wind when he walks. He does indeed seem to have become more elegant." When the group looked at him again, Happy had already disappeared from the chains.
"The wind in the mountains actually has an effect on Tendon Changing Classic?"
On his way out of Punishment Mount, Happy made another shocking discovery.
When Tendon Changing Classic was attacked, its level fluctuated slightly. Even though the increase was very small, Happy could clearly sense that there seemed to be some sort of flow around his tendons and bones to stop the invasion of the wind. Tendon Changing Classic actually had some sort of effect that could only be found in a body fortification technique.
'Perhaps at the same time I use it as a qi cultivation technique, I can also train it as a body fortification. If the wind isn't strong enough, I can test it on mountain bandits. I might be able to increase my speed.' While Happy thought about it, he quickly descended the mountain while filled with hope.
At that moment, a wide and flat path was laid out in front of Happy. What he needed to do was to continue walking down the mountain based on his experience in the other world.
…
In the old temple on Mount Song.
It was just like what he saw in the past. The powerful Monk Zhi Heng stood at the entrance of the temple with his eyebrows lowered. His gaze was calm as he blocked the countless martial artists who came because of his reputation.
In Happy's eyes, many of the people outside the temple were indeed martial artists.
Practically all the people who came to this place were players who had reached Moksha Realm. There were disciples from various sects, and they came from all sorts of genders and ages.
It was different from the other world.
World of Martial Arts had been in operation for five years, and many players no longer had weapons in their hands. Many of them had begun to walk down a path that suited them, and some of them even had rather good achievements.
Men, women, old, and young all held similar yet different weapons in their hands. There was a sinister assassin with a sheathed sword, a thick and broad black sawtooth saber, a player who looked like an ordinary person with his hands hidden in his sleeves, looking harmless, but his entire body gave off the faint sharpness of a cold weapon, a monk with a half-moon shovel, a strong man with a one-legged bronze statue, a beautiful woman with thorns all over her body, a boy with a Heavenly Fate Umbrella, a person who was clearly wearing an old woman's human skin mask …
In short, no one who could come here was easy to get along with.
He ignored many people's impatient and derisive gazes and squeezed his way through the crowd to stand in front of Monk Zhi Heng.
"Amitabha! Patrons, while my master is holding a banquet, no one is allowed to get close to him! "
Those words were naturally not spoken to Happy, but to a few Moksha Realm players who had arrived in front of Zhi Heng.
They were in a group of five, and by the looks of it, they should be together. At that moment, they glared at Zhi Heng impatiently. "Damn it, what kind of guest is your master holding a banquet for? Is he done or not?! Tell him that I can break his chess game. "
"I've been waiting here for three days!"
"Amitabha."
"Fourth! I told you to calm down. This monk is not to be trifled with. "
"Not to be trifled with, my foot! He's just a little loud!"
The man with the one-legged bronze statue looked evil and arrogant, but his strength was definitely extraordinary.
Happy cast him a sidelong glance.
The man's one-legged bronze statue was thrown deep into the ground, and he reckoned that it weighed at least one hundred and fifty pounds. This sort of person's Arm Strength might not lose to Ralston, who had extraordinary talent.
But …
Monk Zhi Heng's Buddhist's Lion's Roar was a pure Shaolin Temple ultimate technique. In the past, Xie Xun had relied on it to kill countless elites, and his methods were not something a normal person could compare to.
Otherwise, he would not have been able to block so many Moksha Realm elites outside in an orderly fashion.
"Damn it, if it weren't for those Shaolin Temple ultimate techniques inside, I wouldn't have wasted my time here …"
"Alright, let's stop talking."
The five noticed that the people beside them had turned their attention to them, and they fell silent for a period of time.
…
"Hmph, another group of people who want to go in and snatch it."
Someone beside Happy let out a disdainful chuckle, and it instantly attracted Happy's attention.
Even though it had been one and a half years, Happy soon understood what was going on.
Over the past five years, no one had managed to clear the exquisite Go game, but the fact that there were Shaolin Temple ultimate technique manuals in the room had long since spread through the world.
Many people even guessed that the exquisite Go game could not be solved, which was why they thought about snatching the manuals from inside.
But …
This sort of thought was clearly ignorant.
Based on Happy's understanding toward Ten True Dragon Styles and Master Xuan Kong,
Master Xuan Kong was an amazing person who was at least at Myth Realm.
When a Myth Realm elite executed Ten True Dragon Styles, no one in the world of martial artists could hope to win against him at close range.
With just one Dragon Capture, he could easily stop a Myth Realm elite at Shi Zhixuan's level, unless the player's strength surpassed Shi Zhixuan's.
Besides, there were also Inaction Realm and Myth Realm moves that Happy had never seen before!
…
While he thought about it, a furious roar suddenly came from inside.
"Bald donkey!"
The voice in Guanlin Temple instantly attracted countless people's attention.
Countless gazes were trained on the tightly shut door of the temple, along with Monk Zhi Heng.
At that moment …
The sound from inside seemed to have stirred up the people outside to take action.
Suddenly, more than ten players shot out from the front of the crowd at the same time. They broke past Monk Zhi Heng and rushed to the door of the temple.
Boom!
A few people executed remote palm strikes at the same time, and the door of the temple shattered with a bang.
"Your scripture is mine now!"
Happy watched carefully. When he heard the voice, a black figure had already rushed out of the chamber and appeared in the hall of the temple. There was a hint of crazed delight on his face.
'They're working together!'
A terrifying thought flashed in Happy's mind.
"ROAR!"
At that moment, Monk Zhi Heng moved.
His monk robes puffed up like a maitreya, and he gave off an awe-inspiring presence without being angry. He opened his mouth wide, and a powerful sound wave split into dozens of visible and strange-shaped air currents in the air.
Lion's Roar.
To the outsiders, they only felt that the air trembled violently. They did not have the momentum that allowed them to control the entire battlefield.
However, the sound waves that were visible to the naked eye gave people a strong sense of danger.
'I knew it.'
The people who jumped out of the crowd to destroy the temple door were struck at the same time in the air. Even though they activated their body fortifications at the critical moment, everyone still felt that it was a pity for them.
Sound waves could not be defended against by body fortifications, or else, how could Six-fingered Demonic Zither be so popular in the world of martial artists?
Bang!
Bang! Bang!
The group of players who went to provide reinforcements were sent flying by Lion's Roar, and they fell unconscious.
At that moment …
Happy seized the chance and shot out of the crowd.
Before Monk Zhi Heng became wary, he pounced on the players in the hall of the temple and shouted angrily, "This is a quiet place for Buddhists! We will not allow you to behave atrociously! Master Zhi Heng, I am Master Xuan Zhi's disciple, and I will help you take down this person. "
The players who had been intimidated by Monk Zhi Heng's might nearly jumped up and started cursing when they heard Happy's words.
He mentioned that he was a quiet place for Buddhists and Master Xuan Zhi's disciple, and he actually managed to scare Monk Zhi Heng into not attacking him.
Happy seized the chance.
He pounced into the temple like an arrow fired from a bow.
Everything happened in an instant.
The player who came out of the chamber already had the manual in his hands, and he was just waiting for his brothers to pounce in to provide reinforcements. When he saw that his people had been defeated by Zhi Heng, a Life and Death Realm player who had cursed him for being a thief came in with a savage smile and delivered a palm strike without holding back.
His palm turned black!
A foul stench came charging at Happy's face, and he looked as if he was about to tear Happy apart in a quiet place for Buddhists.
Happy's expression was as calm as still water. He spread his arms calmly and went in. His Dragon Claw Arm was like a vajra that parried the enemy's determined grab, and he seized the enemy's arm.
The enemy was shocked.
Before he could react, a golden kick struck his chin from an unbelievable angle.
The brutal sound of bones breaking rose, and the thief who stole the manual was kicked off the ground. His consciousness became blurry.
"Young patron, please help me."
He moved like the wind, and Master Xuan Kong's voice rose from the side. "I heard from you just now that you are my junior brother Xuan Zhi's disciple. Is that true?"
When Happy turned his head around, he found that Master Xuan Kong had appeared beside him at some unknown point of time. He did not know whether it was intentional or not, but he was coincidentally blocking the door.
Happy was shocked.
He gained a better understanding of Master Xuan Kong's strength.
His movement alone might not be any weaker than Evil King Shi Zhixuan's.
The thief who stole the manual just now wanted to escape from Master Xuan Kong's hands, but the chances of him succeeding were zero.
"I have been under my master for eight years. Not long ago, my master saved me from the foot of the mountain and brought me back to the mountain. I have been training in the bamboo forest for a long time, and today, I was given permission to go down the mountain. I didn't expect to see a thief invading your temple."
"Hmm, not bad. My junior brother Xuan Zhi is indeed an elegant person. Just now, I saw that your Dragon Claw and Demon Subduing Vajra Kick are quite skillful. You should be a Shaolin Temple disciple. Thank you for your trouble just now."
As Master Xuan Kong spoke, he swept his gaze over the player on the ground. The manual he had already stolen was in his hands. "I can't lose Shaolin Temple's scriptures from my hands."
He stopped talking for a moment before his gaze landed on Happy, who had never left. "Junior Brother Xuan Zhi loved to play Go when he was young. Young patron, how much have you learned? Are you interested in playing against me?"
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