All that was left for the Shaolin Monks who had rushed over was the messy Sutra Depository. Other than that, there was no sign of Zhong Mo at all, nor was there any clue.
Zhong Mo, who had returned to the Myriad World Tower, began to check his gains excitedly.
"Low-level martial arts, Shaolin's Long Fist, Shaolin Temple's basic fist technique, value: 10 points."
"Middle-grade martial art, Eight Strikes of Divine Palm, one of the Shaolin Temple's seventy-two ultimate techniques. 50 points."
"High-grade martial arts, Shaolin's Child Arts, one of the four Dharma Divine Arts. Value Points "
"Middle-grade martial art, Vigorous Vajra Finger, one of Shaolin Temple's seventy-two ultimate techniques. 50 points."
"Middle-grade martial art, Great Strength Vajra Palm, one of Shaolin's seventy-two ultimate techniques. 50 points."
"Middle-grade martial art, Great Monument Breaking Hand, one of Shaolin's seventy-two ultimate techniques. 50 points."
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"A detailed explanation of the Prajna Palm, written by the seventh abbot of Shaolin Temple. 40 points."
"A detailed explanation of the Vajra Palm, written by an eminent monk of the Dharma Hall. 40 points."
"Iron Shirt Experience, written by an eminent monk of the Dharma Hall. 40 points."
"A detailed explanation of the Thirteen Fierce Tempered Grand Guardians, organized by the tenth generation abbot of Shaolin Temple. 300 points."
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Zhong Mo's eyes widened as he looked at the hundreds of martial arts manuals in his Backpack. He took a few deep breaths of fresh air and his eyes lit up.
This time, he had made a killing!
Not only were there hundreds of martial arts manuals in the Sutra Depository, but there were also countless martial arts insights left behind by Shaolin monks. To martial artists, each of these martial arts insights was a priceless treasure!
These insights into martial arts allowed them to stand on the shoulders of countless giants and see the world of martial arts clearly. They would not have to practice martial arts half-heartedly.
The thick books and scrolls were all the experiences of the Shaolin Monks in cultivating martial arts. They were extremely precious.
It was the accumulation of the foundation of the Shaolin Temple. For the martial monks of the Shaolin Temple, it could reduce many detours in martial arts.
"We're rich! I'm rich!" Looking at his value points, Zhong Mo's eyes lit up.
"Retrieving high-grade martial arts,[Iron Skin], one of Shaolin Temple's seventy-two ultimate techniques. 50 points. The host has received 5 points.”
"Ding-dong. Low-level martial arts retrieved. Shaolin's Long Fist, Shaolin Temple's basic fist technique. 10 points, the host receives 1 point.”
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[Ding-dong. Top-tier martial arts obtained: Golden Bell Shield, one of the Four Great Dharma Arts. Value:500 value points. The host has received 50 value points.]
" Retrieved intermediate martial arts, Great Strength Vajra Palm, one of Shaolin Temple's seventy-two ultimate techniques. Value:50 points. Host received 5 points.”
"Retrieving intermediate martial arts, Great Monument Breaking Hand, one of Shaolin Temple's seventy-two ultimate techniques. 50 points. The host has received 5 points.”
After Zhong Mo stored all the books and scrolls in the Sutra Depository of Shaolin Temple into the System Space, he took a look at his information panel.
Name: Zhong Mo.
[Race: Charcoal Human (Yellow)]
[Martial Arts Realm: Initial Connate Realm]
[Value points: 3400 value points]
For a moment, Zhong Mo found it hard to believe. 3,400 points of value was enough to learn countless martial arts manuals like the Purple Cloud Divine Art.
Zhong Mo sighed after a while.
"It's true that a horse won't get fat without grass at night, and a man won't get rich without a windfall!”
"The money that I robbed came quickly!”
After a while, Zhong Mo recalled the messy Sutra Depository and the old monk he had kicked away.
Even Zhong Mo, a young man of the new era who had been beaten up and tempered by society, felt a little embarrassed. Not only did he rob all the martial arts manuals of Shaolin Temple, but he also turned their Sutra Depository into a mess, leaving nothing intact. He even beat up the old monk guarding the Sutra Depository.
Now that he thought about it, he felt a little ashamed.
He didn't know what Shaolin Temple would do in the future, but it was none of his business.
What does it have to do with me? It was Zhong Mo who robbed the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Depository. What does it have to do with the owner of the Myriad World Tower? Then I definitely didn't do it. Don't spread rumors, or I'll sue you for slander! Be careful, or I will destroy you!
"However, the remaining time is not enough to go to Mount Zhongnan.”Zhong Mo sighed with a trace of regret. However, it was only a trace. After all, the Nine Yang Scripture, a martial arts secret manual that was not inferior to the Nine Yin Scripture, had already fallen into his hands. Moreover, he had also obtained all the martial arts secret manuals in the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Library. Zhong Mo was already very satisfied.
His plane purchasing rights were only limited by time, not the number of times.
In other words, Zhong Mo could repeatedly jump between the Legend of Condor Heroes plane and Myriad World Tower countless times, but there was only a three-day time limit.
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