Since a few years ago, King Kong was not bad, and Su Qin had not experienced any significant improvement in his body.

Even entering the First-Rank Grand Master Realm is just a qualitative change in internal strength, and incidentally, it slightly strengthens the lower body.

This strengthening, for Su Qin, is just being born out of nothing.

But now.

Su Qin felt the long-awaited transformation of his physical body under the combination of the magical power of King Kong is not bad and the Taiyin body refining technique.

Wow!

The blood rushed, and the force of the most yin and the force of the most yang continued to collide and offset, giving birth to strands of grayish aura that quickly merged into every part of Su Qin's body.

Even Su Qin's first-grade master's internal strength is gradually becoming more refined.

It was in the depths of his eyebrows and ancestral aperture, that golden Buddha at this moment also began to exude the fascinating light of the Buddha, echoing with the flesh.

Internal force and the physical body are originally one with each other. A strong physical body can contain internal power, and pure internal power can also complement the physical body.

After a few hours.

Su Qin slowly stood up.

Click and click.

Su Qin made a sound of bone collision.

"Unfortunately, the Taiyin Body Refining Technique has the best effect only when Yuehua is at its peak."

Su Qin raised his head slightly, looked at the moon that was gradually setting, and sighed.

"Come back tomorrow night."

Su Qin returned to the yard.

After practicing for a whole night, Su Qin was not at all tired, but was full of energy.

The Grand Master of First Grade has already begun to get involved in the cultivation of'God', even if he hasn't rested for a month, there is no problem.

What's more, Su Qin was not without rest. During the exercise, he also supplemented the ‘god’.

In front of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Su Qin said silently in his heart: "System, sign in."

[Congratulations to the host for successfully signing in and obtaining the practice ‘prajna palm’. 】

"Prajna palm?"

A smile appeared on Su Qin's face.

Prajna meditation palm is the unique knowledge of Shaolin Temple. Only the heads of the temple and the abbot are qualified to practice. It belongs to the secret of Shaolin Temple.

It is said that a certain generation of sacred monks of Shaolin Temple hundreds of years ago used Prajna Zen palms to press down the then-famous and first-class masters with one palm, and was famous all over the world.

Although the main reason for this was the terrifying strength of the holy monk, the Prajna Zen palm should not be underestimated.

next moment.

All the subtleties about Prajna Zen palm came to Su Qin's mind.

In less than a moment, Su Qin seemed to have practiced Prajna Zen palm for decades? He was in control of this unique school.

After signing in, Su Qin roughly cleaned it up? Then he entered the first floor of the Buddhist scripture pavilion and looked through some of the anecdotes in the Shaolin Temple collection.

The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is divided into four floors.

From the second floor to the fourth floor, various unique schools of Shaolin Temple are collected.

The disciples who want to go to the second to fourth floors must obtain the permission of the abbot or the heads of the courtyard.

As for the first floor, there are anecdotes written or brought back by some monks who traveled down the mountain.

It has nothing to do with the martial arts sutras.

Therefore, any disciple can read the classics on the first floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Although Su Qin is a sweeping monk? But he is also a disciple of Shaolin Temple, so he can read it.

Just when Su Qin looked at a book of wild history with relish.

"Junior Brother Zhenguan? Are you here?" A surprised voice came from the side.

Su Qin raised his head and glanced, put down Ye Shi and said, "Brother Zhenzhi."

The person that Su Qin talked about? It was the true wisdom of the monk patrolling at the Demon Tower.

Beside Zhenzhi, there are several other monks standing around.

"I'm running out of energy and blood, and the head of the hospital said that I shouldn't practice martial arts during this time? So I came here to have a look."

Zhenzhi explained.

"That's it." Su Qin nodded slightly.

Was outside the Suppressing Demon Tower? True wisdom was indeed swallowed by the blood-devouring old demon? But because Su Qin interrupted in time? It didn't hurt the foundation.

Otherwise, if Su Qin is late for a while? True wisdom is not lack of blood? It is because the blood is drained.

As for the few monks beside Zhenzhi? The same reason.

Although they have not been swallowed by blood? But they also suffered some injuries? They need to rest for this period of time.

After a few people chatted for a while, they talked about what happened to the magic tower last night.

"Hey? It was really dangerous at the time, only a little bit, the blood-devouring old demon? It's going to kill him..."

Zhenzhi said with emotion.

There is a big horror between life and death.

After Zhenzhi walked through life and death, his xinxing also changed slightly.

"Brother Zhenzhi? You were not in a coma at the time, did you see the appearance of the ancestor of the holy monk..."

A monk next to him asked in a low voice.

The words came out.

The other monks' eyes lit up.

At this moment, the deeds of the ancestor of the holy monk have long been spread throughout Shaolin Temple.

Abbot Huiwen and the heads of the hospital did not stop either.

After all, letting the disciples know that there is a first-class monk standing behind the Shaolin Temple can also play an uplifting role.

"appearance?"

Zhenzhi shook his head, "I only saw a vague figure, and then I lost consciousness..."

Su Qin chuckled softly when he heard the words.

When he appeared in front of the Demon Suppression Tower, his inner strength was all over his body, except for the blood-devouring old demon, it was impossible for anyone to see him.

When the other monks heard this, they could only give up.

"However, although I did not see the appearance, I know the strength of the ancestors of the holy monk..."

Zhenzhi said suddenly after turning around.

"The strength of the sacred monk?"

Several monks blinked, and their faces were puzzled: "Isn't the ancestor of the holy monk a first-tier grand master?"

"It's indeed a first-grade grandmaster..."

When Zhenzhi said this, he paused, lowered his voice and said, "But even if it is a great master of the first rank, there are high and low points."

"Just like Zhang Zhenren of the Zhenwu lineage of Wudang Mountain, he has dominated the world for decades, even the imperial power can ignore, and the Mengyuan national teacher, who has the power of the dragon image, has supported the entire Mengyuan Empire. ......."

The look of true wisdom showed a trace of awe.

Whether it is Zhang Zhenren or Mengyuan Guoshi, they are all top-notch in the world, and they may even touch the mythological barrier in the rumor.

In front of such characters, the ordinary First-Rank Grand Master really had to be overshadowed.

"Brother Zhenzhi, what do you mean?"

The expressions of the monks next to him changed slightly.

Although they were very grateful to the sacred monk of Shaolin Temple, they never thought about the strength of this sacred monk.

For these monks, even if it is an ordinary rank, it is far from what they can look up to, let alone the top rank like Zhang Zhenren and Mengyuan Guoshi?

"Although I don't know the strength of the blood-devouring old demon, he can instantly defeat the 108 Arhat formation, even if it is not a first-grade, it is not far away."

"With this kind of existence, even if you really encounter a first-grade master, you can't beat it, there is still some hope of escape."

"Even if you can't escape, you will definitely experience a brutal fight."

Zhenzhi's tone was exclaimed: "But last night, the blood-devouring old demon died so suddenly, as if he had encountered an enemy far beyond defense."

"I guess that the ancestors of the holy monk who killed the blood-devouring old demon are at least at the level of Meng Yuan Guoshi and Zhang Zhenren..."

The words of Zhenzhi came out.

Several monks glanced at each other, their expressions shocked.

Like Zhang Zhenren, Meng Yuan Guoshi, the world's top class?

How is this possible?

"You don't believe it?"

Zhenzhi saw that several monks were silent, and was anxious, looking at Su Qindao who once again picked up Ye Shi and looked at it with gusto:

"Junior Brother Zhenguan, tell me, is there any truth in my guess?"