"Amitabha, the martial arts methods of the three young benefactors of Lao Na Guan Ye are almost the same as those of my Shaolin Temple. Moreover, the young benefactors are extremely talented and are very suitable for practicing my Buddha's Kung Fu." Master Kongyun, the abbot of the Shaolin Temple, looked at Ye Xing expectantly, "

I wonder if the little benefactor is willing to enter my Shaolin and take refuge in my Buddha. I am willing to accept the little benefactor as a close disciple and train him with all my heart!"

Following Master Kongyun's words, the surrounding area suddenly became silent, and pairs of eyes looked towards the high platform.

Ye Xing couldn't help but be stunned, "Master wants to accept me as his disciple?"

"Exactly!" Master Kongyun, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, said, "Does the little benefactor already have a master?"

"Isn't that true!" Ye Xing shook his head.

Ren Tianxie, Old Man Yao and Master Kuteng in the Blackstone Dungeon, and even Ye Xing's martial arts enlightenment wife Mengxue, and Ye Xing are all masters and apprentices, but Ye Xing is really the master in name only.

No.

"Then the little benefactor, are you willing to become my master and join my Buddhist sect?" Master Kongyun, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, asked.

Shaolin Temple is the first of the six holy places, with thousands of years of hidden treasures, countless secret books in the Sutra Pavilion, and many eminent monks. It would undoubtedly be a very happy thing to have such a powerful sect as a backer, and Ye Xing was really moved.

But there is a problem, a very critical problem.

"A lay disciple?" Ye Xing asked uncertainly.

"All lay disciples are outside disciples, it's rare to see true Shaolin disciples!" Master Kongyun shook his head and said, "All the disciples that I accept are true disciples!"

"So you want to be ordained and become a monk?" Ye Xing said awkwardly.

"Amitabha, shave off your worries and purify your six sense organs. From then on, the four elements are empty. Only then can you take refuge in my Buddha!" ​​Master Kongyun clasped his hands together and shouted the name of the Buddha.

"Abbott, I can only accept your kindness!" Ye Xing said with a bitter smile.

Just kidding, it’s impossible to become a monk. Not to mention Ye Xing’s displeasure, his parents would probably kill him.

"Little donor, there is no need to rush to reply, you can think about it for two more days!" Master Kongyun, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, said thoughtfully.

"Thank you abbot for your kindness, but I am the only son in the family and I dare not go against my parents' wishes," Ye Xing said.

"Well, if that's the case, I won't force myself! It's just--" Master Kongyun, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, turned his head and looked in the direction of the Holy Fire Cult Leader.

At this moment, the leader of the Holy Fire Cult, Xuri Dongsheng, is staring here with a sinister look. Although the young leader, Xuri Dongsheng, is seriously injured and pale, his eyes are equally malicious. They are also paying attention to the situation here. Obviously, the Holy Fire Cult is very

don't want

Ye Xing joined the Shaolin Temple. Because if he joined the Shaolin Temple, it would be really difficult for them to get rid of Ye Xing. When they heard that Ye Xing was unwilling to join the Shaolin Temple, the people of the Holy Fire Cult were obviously relieved, with murderous intent on their faces.

But he also made no secret of it.

Master Kongyun frowned slightly and reminded: "If the young benefactor leaves the Shaolin Temple, the road ahead may be dangerous, so be careful. Although the young benefactor does not want to enter our Buddhist sect, I suggest that the young benefactor can stay in our Shaolin Temple for a few years."

With the talent of the little donor, maybe in a few years, he will be able to protect himself!"

"Thank you for reminding me, abbot, don't worry, this kid already has a sense of proportion in his mind!"

Ye Xing thanked Master Kongyun and immediately stepped down from the podium.

When leaving the podium, Ye Xing couldn't help but glance at the Holy Fire Cult troops over there, and curled up into a sneer, "You want to kill me? No way!"

Ye Xing has been fully prepared for a long time. After today, Ye San's identity will disappear in the martial arts world. If the Holy Fire Sect wants to kill Ye San, it will be impossible to find him even if he digs up the entire martial arts world.

With the end of the awards, it means that this year's Wuliang Mountain Qingwu Association has officially come to an end. Some warriors who had urgent matters left Wuliang Mountain that night, and most of the warriors were planning to stay in the martial arts forest for one night and wait until dawn tomorrow morning.

Set off to leave.

And Ye Xing is not in a hurry to leave Wuliang Mountain, because he is now going to start training to pass the level.

Ye Xing benefited a lot from competing with geniuses from all walks of life at the Qingwu Conference. His cultivation had already reached the peak of the second-level innate innate, and under the continuous fighting, he accumulated thick and thin, leading to the late second-level.

The bottleneck finally began to loosen. This was a rare opportunity. As soon as the Qingwu Association ended, Ye Xing returned directly to his room and began to practice sprinting.

The dark night is as dark as ink, covering the sky like a huge black cloth. A few stars are dotted in it, the breeze is caressing, the shadows of the trees outside the window are mottled, and the branches and leaves are swaying back and forth, rustling.

The hazy stars and moonlight shone through the window into the room.

room wooden bed,

Ye Xing sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, his five hearts facing the sky, and he was practicing the "Nine Yang Divine Art". Nine Yangs' true energy was swirling around him, and red light shone in the dim room. The air with Ye Xing as the center was extremely hot.

call--

suck--

Inhale slowly, and then exhale slowly; inhale the clear air, exhale the turbid air; between exhalation and inhalation, the Nine Yang True Essence circulates continuously in the meridians in the body, endlessly. Every time it circulates for a week, the Nine Yang True Essence

It becomes thicker and thicker, flowing into the Dantian continuously.

Just like the sea accepting all rivers, as streams of Nine Yang True Essence enter the Dantian, the entire Dantian in the lower abdomen begins to tremble faintly.

Shrink and expand!

Expansion and contraction!

During the continuous compression and refining, the true energy became more and more pure, which lasted for a full quarter of an hour.

"Buzz!"

Following a violent vibration in the Dantian, Ye Xing felt that the entire Dantian suddenly expanded by three points, and the true energy in the Dantian became more pure and powerful.

"Phew, we have finally entered the second-level Xiantian late stage!"

Ye Xing opened his eyes, his eyes shining with a hint of joy.

As he enters the second-level Xiantian late stage, it means that Ye Xing is one step closer to the first-level Xiantian state. Now Ye Xing's internal strength cultivation is the second-level Xiantian late stage, and his horizontal kung fu is the sixth level in "Nine Transformations of the Golden Body"

In the early stages of transition, if you go quickly, it will probably only take a few months to reach it.

At the peak of the sixth turn, with the help of Buddhist relics, you can sprint to the seventh turn of the golden body and cultivate into a true golden body. If the cultivation level breaks through to the first-level innate realm, even if it has just entered the first-level

In the early stage, I am afraid that I can challenge those veteran first-class experts.

With Ye Xing's current cultivation level, he is very close to that realm, and he is very much looking forward to it.

With the breakthrough in cultivation, Ye Xing's physical ability, hearing, and vision improved again, and he could clearly see a few ants crawling quickly on the big tree in the distance outside the window.

Now that his cultivation level has been broken through, if he continues to practice, he will not be able to make much progress in a short period of time. Ye Xing simply went directly to the courtyard and took a walk while enjoying the night wind.

"I really want to go find Mengxue, but the people from Hanyue Palace won't leave until tomorrow." Ye Xing looked at the dark night sky, his eyes flashing, "Forget it, I'll endure it all night. By the way, Mengxue should still return

I don’t know if I am Ye San! Ye San, the trumpet, is also the number one genius in the Qingwu Association. Hehe, should I tell her?"

Dark clouds gather and disperse in the night sky, and the moonlight disappears and appears.

The night wind was blowing on him with a hint of coolness. Ye Xing was taking a leisurely walk in the forest when suddenly--

Just then--

"Whoosh!"

There was a rapid sound of breaking through the sky in the distance.
Chapter completed!