Ding!" Detected that the host is angry at the head of the Dharma Hall and is about to leave Shaolin. The opportunity reward is being distributed..."
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining Tendon Changing Classic Level 1.”
Zhang Junbao was stunned.
This system was truly a system that sought death.
He had fallen out with Formless, and the system actually gave him such a good reward.
Tendon Changing Classic was the supreme technique of Shaolin Temple, the first of the seventy-two ultimate techniques.
Even if it was only the first level, its value was immeasurable.
"If Wu Xiang knew that I left the mountain, not only did I take away the Nine Yang Divine Technique, but I also took away the first layer of the Tendon Changing Classic, I wonder if he would be so angry that he would vomit blood?”
Zhang Junbao thought to himself as a smile appeared on his face.
Zhang Junbao packed up his luggage and prepared to leave the mountain the next morning when the gate of Shaolin Temple opened.
"Baby Jun, it's your master who has harmed you.”
Master Jue Yuan felt very apologetic.
It turned out that he wanted him to practice martial arts. He did not expect that it would cause him to have no choice but to leave Shaolin.
"It's fine, Master. I wanted to go down the mountain too.”
Zhang Junbao was telling the truth.
Now that he had the system and had learned the Nine Yang Divine Skill, he might as well go down the mountain since Shaolin did not allow him to learn martial arts.
The outside world was very exciting.
With his ability and the system, why would he worry about not being able to create a new world?
"Forget it! Forget it!"
Master Jue Yuan sighed.
The night was silent.
The next morning, Zhang Junbao was about to leave when he heard a voice coming from outside the temple.
"He Zu Dao of Kunlun Mountain has come to Shaolin Temple to tell you something.”
The voice was not very loud, but the person who spoke used the extremely brilliant "Thousand Miles Voice Transmission" skill to spread it throughout the entire Shaolin Temple.
"The Three Saints of Kun Lun are nothing. I didn't expect him to come today.”
Zhang Junbao couldn't help but laugh.
He had thought that he would not meet this person once he descended the mountain. He did not expect that he would still bump into him.
Wu Xiang thought that the Three Saints of Kunlun were three people, but Zhang Junbao knew very well that the Three Saints of Kunlun were only one person.
One of them was the Zither Saint, the Chess Saint, and the Sword Saint, so he was named the Three Saints of Kunlun.
He said that the word " saint " could not be used easily, so he changed his name to " foot path." Together, they were the three saints of Kunlun, He Zu Dao!
Just as He Zu Dao finished speaking, he heard over ten huge bells within Shaolin Temple ring in unison.
The clanging sounds were endless, shaking the mountains.
Zhang Junbao quietly walked out.
In front of the mountain gate, more than a dozen Shaolin elders stood outside the temple, and hundreds of Shaolin disciples stood on both sides.
In front of them was a man in his thirties. His clothes were whiter than snow as he stood in the wind.
Guo Xiang, who had just left Shaolin a few days ago, was also standing beside him.
"I am He Zu Dao. I was entrusted by someone to pass a sentence to Zen Master Jue Yuan of your temple.”
Zen Master Wu Xiang snorted coldly.
"Scholar He is known as the Three Saints of Qin, Sword, and Chess. This Penniless Monk thinks that Scholar He must have the highest attainments in these three aspects.”
"A few days ago, Scholar He left a letter in our temple saying that he wanted to come and learn from me. Since you're here today, please enlighten me.”
He Zu Dao shook his head repeatedly.
"A martial arts competition would hurt the harmony. Why don't we play a game of chess?”
With that, he used his finger as a knife and began to cut the bluestone slab in front of the temple.
In the blink of an eye, it became a chessboard.
"This guy is actually this powerful?”
Wu Xiang was dumbstruck as he watched. He never thought that He Zu Dao actually had such deep inner strength.
This bluestone slab was as hard as iron. It was impossible for him to carve a half-inch deep groove on it with his fingers.
This competition had not even started, but he had already lost.
However, he had already said it, so how could he admit defeat?
For a moment, it was a little difficult to get off the tiger.
At this moment, Master Jue Yuan walked out.
"This Penniless Monk Jue Yuan, I wonder what words Scholar He has come to pass down?”
As he spoke, he took a few steps forward.
With every step he took, he left a few inches deep footprint on the green stone. After a few steps, he had completely erased the chessboard that He Zu Dao had drawn.
Wu Xiang was instantly shocked.
He didn't expect that Jue Yuan, who usually didn't show his strength, would actually have such deep internal strength, and he didn't sense it at all.
"Good Kung Fu!"
He Zu Dao praised.
"Grandmaster, you have such deep internal energy. I lost this game of chess. Let me experience your swordsmanship.”
With that, he drew a long sword from under the zither on his back.
Jue Yuan put his palms together.
"If Scholar He wants to have a martial arts competition, I'm afraid he's looking for the wrong person. The old monk only knew how to recite scriptures, sit in meditation, read books, and sweep the floor. He knew nothing about martial arts.”
He was telling the truth.
Although Jue Yuan had cultivated the Nine Yang Divine Technique, he only had a body full of dense internal energy and did not know any martial arts moves.
But how could He Zu Dao believe it?
He sneered and leaped forward. His long sword suddenly shot out. The speed of his attack was so fast that it made people unable to catch it.
"Aiya!"
Jue Yuan didn't expect him to strike so quickly and with such a fierce momentum.
Fortunately, although Jue Yuan did not know martial arts, he had practiced the Nine Yang Divine Technique for many years. His internal energy had long reached the realm where he could control it at will.
At that moment, Jue Yuan changed in his anxiety. He clasped his hands together and actually clamped He Zu Dao's long sword.
He Zu Dao used all his strength but was still unable to move.
He had roamed the Western Regions for many years and had never met an opponent.
He didn't expect that he would be easily subdued by a Shaolin monk. How could he accept this?
He immediately changed his move, one hand still holding the sword, the other hand attacking with a palm.
After all, Jue Yuan had never practiced any martial arts moves. Seeing the palm attack, he hurriedly reached out to block it.
As a result, the sword that was caught in the middle instantly lost control.
He Zu Dao was overjoyed in his heart. He suddenly exerted strength in his hand, and a sword struck towards Jue Yuan's throat.
"Master!"
Zhang Junbao was burning with anxiety.
He glanced sideways and saw that the masters of Shaolin Temple were all standing solemnly. They did not have the slightest preparation to rescue him.
Perhaps Jue Yuan's status was too low.
In their eyes, it was far less important than the rules of the martial world.
If it was another person, for example, the one fighting with He Zu Dao was Wu Xiang, encountering such a situation, it was likely that the Shaolin elders present would immediately lend a helping hand.
"This group of old bald donkeys, they all look sanctimonious, but in reality, none of them are good.”
Zhang Junbao couldn't help but burn with anger.
One had to know that Jue Yuan only attacked and fought with He Zu Dao for Shaolin Temple's face.
Otherwise, he could have stayed out of it.
However, now that Jue Yuan was in trouble, these Shaolin elders were actually indifferent.
Once He Zu Dao used his sword, Jue Yuan's master would probably die on the spot.
At this moment, he couldn't care less.
Zhang Junbao performed the Arhat Fist. His figure was like lightning as he threw a punch at He Zu Dao's shoulder.
Before the fist arrived, there was already the sound of muffled thunder.
He Zu Dao was also a top expert, so he could naturally feel the astonishing force in the fist.
He was shocked, and his hands slowed down.
Jue Yuan seized the opportunity and narrowly dodged the sword.
At this moment, Zhang Junbao's fist had already hit He Zu Dao's shoulder.
In an instant, He Zu Dao felt a huge force coming from his shoulder, causing him to lose his balance.
Dong dong dong!
He took a few steps back before barely managing to stand still, his eyes filled with shock.
He had never thought that such a young youth would have such martial arts.
In front of the Shaolin Temple, many elders were also stunned.
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