"...!!"
Consort Yhu and her group were secretly astonished.
Despite being long accustod to Ding Ling’s superhuman speed in mastering martial arts.
Witnessing once more that he could cultivate an entire supre skill to an instinctive, flawless realm after just a glance, still left them shaken and amazed.
One must understand, this was a supre skill of the Shaolin Temple!
Ding Ling flipped to the second secret manual.
Swish.
Soon, he finished reading it.
In an instant.
[Great Compassion Thousand Leaves Hand: Full Level]
Boom!
Ding Ling’s palm spun slightly, and in the void, countless Infinite Buddha Palms erged, akin to the Thousand-Handed Guanyin Bodhisattva plucking a flower and smiling, astoundingly beautiful, yet the force of the palm was extrely intimidating.
Consort Yhu, Huang Zhonggong, and the others could not help but take a breath of cold air, feeling increasingly respectful.
Qu Feiyan watched with hidden joy, feeling proud and thinking:
"Indeed, it’s useful to Brother Ding. It seems this trip wasn’t in vain."
The third book.
[Dorayaki: Full Level]
Ding Ling extended a finger, pointed it towards a massive rock nearby, and puff! The finger force penetrated the rock, going in as deep as three inches!
Ding Ling secretly praised, as his fingers flew through the air, resembling blooming patola flowers, with every pass of his ten fingers, puff puff!
Ten deep pits, over three inches deep, instantly appeared on the massive rock!
Consort Yhu and her group were extrely astounded:
"This Finger Technique is so powerful!"
"Indeed, it’s a top-tier Finger Technique."
"Remarkable. Such a Finger Technique can be perfected in an instant. Ding Ling truly is a born Martial God. If anyone said Ding Ling was the Wuqu Star Monarch descending from the heavens, I’d truly believe it!"
...
The fourth book.
[Shaolin Tiger Claw Hand: Full Level]
His fingers curled like claws, one claw tearing down, seemingly able to shred everything.
The fifth book.
[Dharma Swordsmanship: Full Level]
Using his fingers as a sword, an extrely superior sword technique was displayed, with sword lights shimring in the void, extrely dazzling and blinding.
The sixth book.
[rciful Saber Technique: Full Level]
A superior saber technique that subdues the enemy without killing them.
Although this saber technique is extrely strong, it doesn’t kill, because its saber force is primarily used for trapping and restraining people.
It’s similar to chopping soone with the back of a saber, as long as control is precise, it’s difficult to kill soone.
The seventh book.
[Little Yaksha Staff Technique]
With a single staff swing, the essence of countless staff techniques is vividly displayed.
A highly ferocious killer staff technique.
The eighth book.
[Shaolin Iron Broom Skill: Full Level]
A superior technique using a broom as a weapon, where intent and force align so that the broom can beco a supre divine weapon for defeating enemies.
...
There were over thirty secret manuals in total.
Only eleven or so could be counted as part of the Seventy-Two Shaolin Skills.
The others could only be considered so basic cultivation techniques of the Shaolin Temple.
Such as Pile Skill and so Inner Power Heart thods, etc.
Ding Ling looked through them one by one.
All reached full level.
After reading them, he packed the secret manuals back into the canvas sack.
"...!!"
Consort Yhu and her group were numb.
They had just watched clearly, it took only a mont.
Over thirty completely different skills, Ding Ling had perfected them all.
What kind of divine being is this!
No matter how many tis they watched sothing like this, it was inevitably shocking.
Although they were now already numb, inside their hearts, waves still rolled in their Heart Lake, unable to calm down.
For ordinary people, cultivating a martial art might take decades, and even then, they might not achieve Great Perfection, but Ding Ling did it in less ti than it took to blink.
This kind of disparity.
The difference.
It’s enough to be fatal!
Fortunately, Consort Yhu, Huang Zhonggong, and the others had already given up comparing themselves to Ding Ling’s martial arts progress, otherwise they would have been utterly demoralized.
"Shaolin Temple has seventy-two ultimate skills, now only a dozen are left. It seems that during these historical tumultuous years, Shaolin Temple couldn’t avoid encountering so disasters either."
"There are no whole eggs under a toppled nest."
Every change of dynasty.
The Shaolin Temple seeking to break away perfectly, how could it be so easy?
Ding Ling let it go.
He just glanced at Qu Feiyan.
Qu Feiyan imdiately bead with joy and promptly recited the Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic.
She didn’t specifically pull Ding Ling aside to recite it.
She just said it straightforwardly in front of everyone.
Ding Ling didn’t stop her.
They were all on his side.
If they could rember the Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic and learn it, that would be great; if not, it wasn’t a big deal.
Greedily attempting to learn too much would be counterproductive.
How many years has the Shaolin Temple passed down the Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic, yet how many of their own people have mastered it?
But Ding Ling was an exception.
After Qu Feiyan explained.
Ding Ling closed his eyes slightly.
As a book condensed on the shelf.
In an instant after.
[Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic: Full Level]
A special batch of Vigorous Qi erged from his limbs and bones.
This Qi was extrely pure, incredibly gentle; wherever it passed, Ding Ling felt as if so damaged areas in his ridians were being healed.
This was clearly an especially exquisite and profound superior, top-tier inner power heart technique for nourishing the body and mind.
In quality, it even surpassed Pure Yang True Skill to so extent.
But perhaps because of insufficient quantity of Qi.
It did not consu the True Water of the Pure Yang True Skill.
Instead, it transford into a thread, weaving through the ridians, stabilizing Ding Ling’s foundation and broadening his channels.
This wisp of Qi.
The True Qi of Pure Yang True Skill could not refine, absorb, or incorporate it for its use. The two were clearly defined, not interfering with each other, and seed extrely harmonious.
"Is this the incredibly mighty Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic?"
Ding Ling mused.
"How is it?"
Qu Feiyan asked eagerly.
Ding Ling smiled and patted her head:
"Very good. Thank you."
"To be able to help Brother Ding, it’s my blessing. I’m very happy!"
Qu Feiyan was delighted, she had spoken her heartfelt words.
"It’s incredible."
Consort Yhu and her group admitted their inadequacy.
They were also listening to the Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic just now, but after listening, they couldn’t say how much they rembered. Just understanding the content was extrely difficult, let alone practicing it.
Yet Ding Ling seemingly mastered it.
This shocking speed of cultivation was truly unprecedented throughout history!
Being with such a Divine Being like this, Consort Yhu and her group felt both fortunate and pressured, with an urgency to put in more effort and practice harder.
"Let’s go. Leave this place."
Ding Ling and his group prepared to leave on horseback.
anwhile, people from Shaolin Temple also reached the foot of the mountain at that mont. Soone blocked the path and questioned Ding Ling if he had taken the Shaolin Temple’s supre skills. Ding Ling rely frowned and shouted sharply:
"Scram!"
Roar!
It sounded like a dragon’s roar, more like a Lion’s Roar!
As he shouted.
The questioner’s eardrums shattered on the spot, screaming as he rolled to the ground, yet when looking at Ding Ling, his gaze changed.
"Buddhist Lion’s Roar! You’re the one who took our Shaolin Temple’s supre skills!"
Regardless of their injuries, they got up and roared furiously.
"Heh."
Ding Ling sneered:
"So what if it was ? What can you do about it?"
Ding Ling directly drew his sword, unleashing the Dharma Swordsmanship, and saw countless sword shadows filling the sky. Amidst the clashing sounds, the monks blocking his way were all decapitated.
At that mont, Ding Ling beca even more certain that the Lion’s Roar skill he obtained from Gao Kexin of the Thirteen Grand Protectors of Mount Songh had originated from the Shaolin Temple.
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