[Refining completed]

In the ancient scroll, there are still fourteen destiny numbers.

It's just that the original white [Chaos God] was erased and replaced by the cyan [Dragon Elephant Power].

Ji Yuan was quite satisfied. As soon as he thought about it, the skin of his muscles and bones trembled as he wished, and the airflow around his body was blown up to create ripples.

Underneath his body, which is as delicate as white jade, seems to hide an extremely terrifying and tyrannical power.

"The dragon and elephant are truly at ease, and the vajra is so powerful! The Arhat Fist is perfect!"

The killing monk stared straight at Ji Yuan, feeling both surprised and unbelievable.

His master said at the time that even the Sixth Patriarch with extraordinary wisdom, the Fifth Patriarch with astonishing understanding, and the Fourth Patriarch with an innate Buddha mind... would never be able to decipher the secrets without long-term practice and understanding.

But the total period from birth to adulthood for the apprentice he considered his precious disciple was only fifteen years.

Even if you start practicing boxing in your mother's womb, it would be extremely terrifying to reach this level.

"master……"

Seeing the killing monk standing outside the door, Ji Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly and was a little confused.

The other party's eyes were shining, as if he was looking at some rare treasure.

"Good disciple, how long have you been practicing Arhat Boxing?"

The killing monk didn't ask where he learned it.

Back when my ancestors first taught me the Dharma, I had no intention of hiding anything private.

And to put it bluntly, this skill is inclusive, everyone can learn it, and everyone can practice it.

So it was promoted and spread, and various boxing techniques were derived from it.

What about the Great Vajra Palm, Five-Shaped Fist, Seven-Star Fist, Plum Blossom Fist... and so on.

Therefore, there is a saying that "the best martial arts in the world is Xuankong".

"About...a year or two."

Ji Yuan was stunned for a moment.

Arhat boxing?

Then react.

Try to speak longer.

"how long?"

The killing monk seemed to be struck by lightning. He was stunned on the spot and asked again.

"Maybe three or four years, maybe."

Ji Yuan felt something was wrong, so he simply added some more.

"Amitabha!"

The killing monk took a deep breath and tried his best to suppress the shaking in his heart.

However, after three or four years of practicing Luohan Quan, he still has this kind of skill. Could it be that he is the reincarnation of the first ancestor?

After five hundred years of good luck, it’s time for Lao Na’s lineage to flourish!

"Master...are you okay?"

Ji Yuan's face tightened slightly, and he looked at the skinny old monk who was so out of his mind that he was dancing, wondering if he was possessed.

"Good disciple, I have something I want to discuss with you?"

The killing monk stopped his joy, lowered his eyebrows and asked Haosheng.

"How about I kneel down and kowtow to you, and accept me as your teacher?"
Chapter completed!