One person: Practicing all magic skills! The old master was stunned!

Chapter 111 Monk Baowen: I am autistic, and the clown is actually me!

The fist as big as a sandbag looked like a mountain in the eyes of Monk Baowen, coming straight towards him.

The strong wind blew, making his clothes rustle, and the powerful air waves even made him a little unsteady.

Although Ye Qing didn't show any expression, the oppressive feeling he brought was terrifying.

It is no exaggeration to say that even when Master Jiekong was not crippled, Monk Baowen did not feel this way.

He didn't even have the thought of fighting back, as if his whole body was locked down.

At this moment, Monk Baowen even thought of his last words.

"uh-huh--!"

Suddenly a familiar voice came into his ears, and Master Jiekong, who was watching the show on the side, finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Monk Baowen reacted instantly, just as the fist was about to touch his face.

"Give up!!!"

He was afraid that if he was a second late, Ye Qing's fist would fall on him.

The moment he heard the surrender, all the aura around Ye Qing dissipated, and his fist just stayed in front of Monk Baowen.

At this moment, Monk Baowen felt that death was so close to him.

Looking at the fist less than three centimeters away from him, he swallowed and wiped his forehead which was already covered with sweat.

Damn, that’s scary!

Is that human being?

If that punch hit the head, the head would spin dozens of times on the neck, right?

After realizing what was happening, Monk Baowen felt more ashamed.

Thinking about what I just said, I feel like a real clown.

He clearly swore that he could withstand any attack from his junior brother, and also said that he might not be able to defeat him even with one move.

Now it seems how ridiculous I was in the eyes of my junior brother at that time.

If you can't even take a punch, how can you talk about giving in?

I'm afraid that even if I let go and really fight, I may not be a match for my junior brother.

"Big Brother...lost?"

"Did I hear correctly? Big Brother is admitting defeat just like that?"

"There's no fighting, Brother Baoneng's aura is intimidating, but admitting defeat without a fight doesn't really suit Big Brother's style."

"..."

The disciples around were all shocked. They didn't expect the eldest brother to admit defeat so decisively.

At the very least, you have to fight, use all kinds of means to fight, and if you lose, you have no choice but to admit defeat.

As a result, he gave up before even throwing a punch. Isn't that too hasty?

Listening to what the people around him said, Monk Baowen almost vomited blood.

You guys come up and try it. If you can still resist that punch just now, I won’t mind letting you do it!

Taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down, Monk Baowen looked at Ye Qing and said.

"Junior brother, did you receive guidance from an expert when you came down the mountain? How did you improve so quickly?"

"If I'm not mistaken, your strength should be S+ level, right?"

S-level is already the strength of the leaders of various sects.

S+ level is already the level of a first-class or even super-first-class sect leader.

Hearing this, Ye Qing shook his head: "There is no such thing as an expert. I have only been down the mountain for a short time."

"It's just that I sparred with various masters at the foot of the mountain, gained insights in my heart, and naturally improved myself."

Apart from the matter of the system, Ye Qing did not lie.

Compete with masters, gain cause and effect points, and improve your strength. It’s that simple.

If I really need some guidance, I can only get some from the old master, and the rest is all up to myself.

Upon hearing this, Monk Baowen was stunned, his heart was filled with turmoil, and his face was filled with shock.

"Junior brother, you didn't lie to me, did you?"

Ye Qing said angrily: "Why would I lie to you, Senior Brother? It's absolutely true."

Now Monk Baowen lost his composure and could hold it in no longer.

You have to know that when Ye Qing left Lingyin Temple, he had just been promoted to A-level, and he still had a long way to go before becoming an S-level alien.

The level of the alien becomes more difficult to improve as time goes by, and it takes longer to accumulate.

It took Monk Baowen just ten years to advance from A-level to S-level. Only he himself knew how difficult it was.

Now, after so many years, it is still stuck at S level, and it is unknown when it will reach S+ level.

But these were like decorations to Ye Qing. Less than a month after he came down the mountain, his strength increased faster than that of a rocket.

S+ level is as easy for him as drinking water and eating.

This is not a martial arts novel where the protagonist can obtain peerless magical skills by falling off a cliff.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Ye Qing waved his hand in front of Monk Baowen. He had been standing there in a daze just now, like a sculpture.

At this moment, Monk Baowen began to doubt himself, wondering if all these years of practice had been wasted on the dog.

My younger junior fellow apprentice has made such great progress after leaving the temple, why should I still stay here?

Especially in today's competition, his senior brother had completely lost face.

Completely shut down!!!

"I finally understand why you, Junior Brother, can become one of the Ten Lords."

Monk Baowen smiled bitterly. With his strength and age, it would be a waste of his talent if he didn't become one of the Ten Lords.

"Brother, you're joking. I'm still far from my goal."

Ye Qing said lightly, it’s only S+ level, not invincible.

My goal is to be like the old Taoist priest Zhang Huaiyi.

"hehe......"

Monk Baowen didn't want to say much. Now he felt like a waste, nothing and good for nothing.

At this moment, Master Jiekong put his hand on Monk Baowen's shoulder, smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"As a senior brother, you are jealous of your junior brother, aren't you?"

This eldest disciple is good in every way except that he has a bad temper.

It's not just about irritability, it's also about being particularly prone to getting stuck in a rut.

Judging from his appearance, he was hit hard by Ye Qing this time.

Without paying any more attention to Monk Baowen, Master Jiekong walked up to Ye Qing and looked him up and down.

"Seventy-two unique skills, how many have you practiced?"

Ye Qing counted on his fingers and finally shook his head helplessly.

"I'm not sure about this either. Apart from those who have just entered the sect, about 20% have already reached the pinnacle of cultivation."

One thousand causal points count as one, and now about fifteen have been modified together.

Master Jiekong staggered and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Monk Baowen was quick-witted and supported Master Jiekong in time.

"How many???"

Even Master Jiekong, who was knowledgeable and lived for over a hundred years, almost couldn't hold it in.

Ye Qing scratched his head: "About fifteen, but I'm still a long way from mastering all of them."

"Master, isn't my speed a little too slow?"

Master Jiekong's breathing was a little rapid, and his eyes kept scanning Ye Qing, as if he wanted to see through this disciple.

Monk Baowen and the other fellow monks who were watching the show couldn't help but gasp. This number deeply shocked them.

Fifteen unique skills that have reached the pinnacle of perfection, is this guy still a human?