Game of the Worlds: Evolution from Bone Cancer

Chapter 78

"It's really done!"

After a while, Ben Shen broke the silence.

There was no doubt in the tone this time, only certainty.

If he hadn't practiced it well, it would be impossible for Xiao Ting's finger to have sword energy just now, let alone penetrate half a foot of bluestone with one finger.

However, Xiao Ting's nominal master, Abbot Ben Yin, was still in a dream, looked at Xiao Ting and asked, "Have you really practiced the Six Meridians Excalibur?"

Xiao Ting nodded, and then shook his head lightly: "It's done, but it's not the Six Meridians Excalibur, but the Six Paths Sword born out of the Six Meridians Excalibur. The one just now refers to the way of swordsmanship, and the next is the way of sound swordsmanship."

After Xiao Ting finished speaking, he clasped his hands together again and opened his mouth expressionlessly.

"Ah..."

In fact, what he wanted to say was the word "Amitabha". However, due to the lack of energy, he stopped after saying the word "A".

But it is enough.

hum!
The moment the voice sounded, the complexions of the surrounding old monks changed dramatically.

I couldn't help but backed up.

Master Ku Rong with the highest skill took only one step back, Ben Yin and Ben Guan and others took two steps back, and the weaker Ben Can took three steps back.

After the monks stopped, when they looked at Xiao Ting again, their eyes were not only horrified, but also concealed a trace of fear.

This is indeed not just a genius, but a monster that shouldn't appear in the world!

In the young age, it is enough to shock the world if he can practice a divine skill, but he has evolved another kind of swordsmanship on the basis of the six-meridian sword!
"Using fingers as swords, hiding the sword in the sound...Guan Shou, how did you do it?"

Master Kurong didn't doubt that the Sword of Six Paths was created by other people.

Regardless of the fingertips or the sound sword, although they have been reborn, they can still see the foundation of the Six Meridians Excalibur.

Moreover, for the past four months, he himself has guarded Xiao Ting and the sword manual from beginning to end, never leaving a single step.

Xiao Ting said the words he had prepared: "This disciple memorizes the sword manual in his mind, then he closes his eyes and comprehends it. The sword manual deduces and changes by itself, as if there is a Bodhisattva teaching the skills in the dark, and then the disciple learns it." .”

Seeing his "natural" look on his face, several old monks couldn't help but choked up speechlessly.

After all, people are incomparable...

Master Benguan lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, and sighed deeply: "The poor monk used to only hear about those who are born and know, but now seeing it with his own eyes, Fang believes that there are such unprecedented talents in the world."

"This is a sign of great prosperity for my Tianlong Temple!"

Ben Shen was overjoyed, and laughed loudly: "I heard that my nephew is going to win the world within 20 years. I still thought you were young and energetic, and you didn't know the heights of the sky and the earth. Now it seems... 20 years later, the number one in the world may be..." I really want to belong to Tenryuji."

"Senior brother be careful!"

Abbot Benyin Su Rong said: "Tianlong Temple was built to protect the safety of the people of Dali from the invasion of foreign evil spirits, not to strive for power."

Ben Shen was respectful on the surface, but his tone was disapproving and he smiled and said: "What brother said is true, but if the number one in the world is in charge, wouldn't the people of Dali be more peaceful?"

Abbot Ben was speechless for a moment.

Truth asked in amazement: "Guan Shou, you are talking about the sword of the six paths. You only used the finger sword and the sound sword just now. What are the remaining four swords?"

Xiao Ting shook his head lightly: "The disciple's skill is still shallow, and he hasn't mastered it yet."

At the end, he added: "However, it will be a matter of time to practice, after all, it is not very difficult."

"..."

Master Kurong turned around, didn't want to look at him, and waved his hands: "You are tired after several months of retreat, go back and rest first, and talk about other things later."

"Disciple retire!"

Although Xiao Ting's character design in Tianlong Temple is arrogant and conceited, he also respects his teacher.

So he obediently bowed and left the Muni hall, leaving a few old monks to digest the shock they had received today.

……

As the direct disciple of the abbot, Xiao Ting has an independent small courtyard as his residence in Tianlong Temple.

He was even assigned two little monks to take care of his daily life.

There is no Andrea and the Countess here to serve and bathe. Xiao Ting directly poured a bucket of cold water in the yard, washed off the dirt on his body, dried his body, and changed into a clean monk robe.

Subsequently.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, he continued to practice the "Holy Silver Cross Blood Pattern Method".

After mastering the "six paths of sword pattern", the biggest factor limiting his strength is the lack of "source energy".

To solve it, you can only practice high-quality third-order source art, which is top-level internal strength.

The exercises are not difficult to solve.

Although Tianlong Temple does not have top-level internal strength, but at the foot of Wuliang Mountain in Nanzhao, there is "North Ming Divine Art" hidden by Li Qiushui!
However, the prerequisite for practicing internal strength is to reach level and complete advanced tasks.

When he first arrived at Tianlong Temple, Xiao Ting had read the scriptures for five months. During this period, he had been secretly imprinting blood patterns, and he was about to upgrade.

So after just over three months of cultivation, Xiao Ting's level broke through again and rose to LV17.

In the monk's temple, without the company of beautiful women, Xiao Ting focused more on his cultivation.

As long as he reaches level , he will apply to Abbot Benyin to leave Tianlong Temple to travel abroad.

It's called increasing experience and knowledge, but it's actually cultivating high-level internal skills.

In order not to stay in Tianlong Temple and be forced to practice second- and third-rate inner skills.

……

Time flies, three years in a flash.

Since Xiao Ting practiced the Six Paths Sword Pattern, no one in Tianlong Temple cares about him anymore.

Even Master Ku Rong didn't say that he wanted to teach him martial arts anymore.

Of course, if Xiao Ting took the initiative to ask about the principles of martial arts, he would naturally know everything.

Over the years...

Although Xiao Ting lived in seclusion, rumors about him gradually spread from Tianlong Temple.

There are no impervious walls in the world.

All forces in the Dali Realm know that there is a martial arts wizard named "Guan Shou" in Tianlong Temple.

The two sword qis silenced the four eminent monks of Tianlong Temple, and they dare not call themselves teachers ever since.

Even the fact that "Guan Shou" is the illegitimate son of Zhennan King Duan Zhengchun is no longer a secret in Dali.

Interested people saw that Duan Zhengchun would go to Tianlong Temple almost every year, and after he went, he would meet the guarding young monk.

this day.

The top of the mountain behind Tenryuji Temple.

Xiao Ting sat cross-legged on a piece of granite, and in front of him sat a young man with red lips and white teeth, gentle and refined, full of bookishness.

Duan Yu!

Xiao Ting's nominal elder brother in this world.

This is Xiao Ting's first meeting with Duan Yu. Before that, he never thought that Duan Yu would come to him on his own initiative.

Xiao Ting originally practiced the blood pattern method on the top of the mountain, and planned to break through to the nineteenth level in one fell swoop.

But a little novice reported that the prince of Zhennan was visiting, so Duan Yu was brought here directly.

"Some people say you are my brother, is that true?"

Duan Yu stared at Xiao Ting intently, his eyes full of apprehension.

Xiao Ting held the rosary with his left hand and moved it lightly, then smiled lightly: "So what if it is, so what if it is not?"

"I'll take you home!"

Duan Yu looked firmly and said: "I heard that you became a monk at Tianlong Temple for me... I will go and tell my father to let him pass on the position of son to you. Anyway, I don't want to be one."

"The rumors are all nonsense, the poor monk is not, please come back, my son." Xiao Ting stretched out his hand and made a gesture of seeing off the guests.

Although Duan Yu is cute and silly, in Xiao Ting's eyes, the position of Prince of Zhennan is not as attractive as a Buddhist scripture that can increase the basic spirit by reciting frequently.

Duan Yu was stunned on the spot, and just about to speak, he involuntarily closed his mouth.

Because from the woods on the left, four weird men in green clothes and ghost masks came out.

The four of them were obviously shocked when they saw Duan Yu, but quickly recovered their composure.

One of them looked at Xiao Ting and said in a cold voice: "I heard that little master Guanshou is a martial arts wizard who can only be seen once in a hundred years in Tianlong Temple. I came here because of his reputation, and I want to ask little master for some advice."

Xiao Ting was expressionless: "Are you from Dali, or from Jianghu?"

Another man in Tsing Yi asked, "What's the difference?"

Xiao Ting said indifferently: "If you are from Dali, I advise you guys to go down the mountain now, I just pretend that you have never been here before. If you are from Jianghu, then take action and save your life."

Rivers and lakes, are you still called a rivers and lakes if you don't kill people?

"You are not very young, but your tone is not small."

The man in Tsing Yi standing in the front stood with his hands behind his back, and said coldly, "I'm not afraid to tell you, even if you gain a false reputation, we will not show mercy!"

"Please!"

With a smile on his face, Xiao Ting plucked the rosary with his fingers without haste.

If a bodhisattva picks up flowers.

(End of this chapter)