One person: Became a disciple of Shaolin Temple and instantly learned 72 Shaolin skills.

Faced with Wang Qing's answer, Jie Kong and Bao Wen exchanged a glance and could only attribute it to Wang Qing's talent.

There is no better explanation than this.

"Ahem, you played very well indeed. You must continue to work hard and not slack off." Jie Kong nodded with a smile.

"Yes, Master."

Bao Wen, standing to the side, nodded in agreement and praised, "Master is right, Junior Brother, you really played very well."

"Since your Arhat Fist is quite good, how's your Golden Bell Cover technique coming along?" Jie Kong suddenly asked with some anticipation.

The next second, the two saw a golden light spread from Wang Qing's body, instantly covering his entire body, making him look like a little golden man.

Jie Kong then revealed an expression that said, "I knew it."

Since Wang Qing can perform the Arhat Fist so skillfully, there's no reason why he wouldn't learn the Golden Bell Cover technique well.

As expected, his guess was proven right. Wang Qing had indeed mastered the Golden Bell Shield technique to a basic level. Although he couldn't yet cover only a part of his body like Xiao Zi could, it was enough to demonstrate Wang Qing's terrifying talent.

In just one night, he had already mastered the basics of Arhat Fist and Golden Bell Cover.

Calling Wang Qing a once-in-a-century genius is an understatement; he's a complete prodigy.

Bao Wen looked at Wang Qing and didn't know what to say.

After a while, Wang Qing dispelled the golden bell shield around his body and looked at Jie Kong and Bao Wen beside him with a deep gaze, as if waiting for their evaluation.

Because of the precedent of Luohan Fist, the two men remained calm and showed no surprise.

Or perhaps they've become numb from Wang Qing's shock.

Wang Qing's talent is unparalleled, and he is so young. Given time, I'm afraid none of us will be a match for him.

However, Jie Kong was naturally very happy that his disciple was so talented. He said cheerfully, "Bao Wen, I have some things to do. You will have to take care of your junior brother from now on. Remember to tell him about the world of supernatural beings in addition to your cultivation."

“Yes, Master,” Bao Wen echoed.

Then Jie Kong turned and left. At Wang Qing's learning speed, it wouldn't be long before he mastered the Arhat Fist and Golden Bell Cover to a very high level. He would have to think carefully about what techniques he should teach Wang Qing next.

After Jie Kong left, Bao Wen immediately called out to Wang Qing, "Junior brother, let's continue practicing. Just knowing the moves isn't enough; how to use them skillfully in battle is also crucial. Come on, let your senior brother practice with you."

……

Time flies, years pass.

In the blink of an eye, more than half a year had passed since Wang Qing arrived at Shaolin.

At this moment in the courtyard, two figures are constantly exchanging blows, separating, and exchanging blows again.

Wang Qing wielded the Arhat Fist with ease, repeatedly shouting, "Black Tiger Claws Out the Heart! Black Tiger Claws Out the Heart! Black Tiger Claws Out the Heart!"

After being pushed back several steps by Wang Qing, Bao Wen, Wang Qing's opponent, couldn't help but wave his hand and shout, "Stop! What's wrong with you, kid? Why are you only using this one move in your Arhat Fist?"

As Wang Qing withdrew his moves, he dispelled the Golden Bell Shield on his hand. Looking at Bao Wen's somewhat disheveled appearance, he couldn't help but laugh, "Hehe! Senior brother, one trick is all you need, as long as it works."

After six months of practice, he has already mastered the Luohan Fist and the Golden Bell Cover techniques to a high degree.

The Golden Bell Shield can also be attached to any part of the body that you want to attach it to.

He even tried out that spot once out of curiosity.

As for the effects, it's best left unsaid.

Bao Wen shook his hand, which had just blocked Wang Qing's three Black Tiger Heart Strike, and said, "You're a freak, you can practice on your own today."

For the past six months, Bao Wen has been Wang Qing's sparring partner and has deeply experienced the terrifying talent of Wang Qing.

Every day, Wang Qing's strength would increase dramatically upon waking up, leading him to suspect that Wang Qing was secretly cultivating in the middle of the night. To investigate this, he even secretly crouched against the wall at night, only to find that Wang Qing slept like a log, undisturbed even by any noise outside.

After observing for a few days, Baowen gave up and could only attribute it to talent.

"No way! Senior brother, it's so boring to practice alone if you don't practice with me," Wang Qing said somewhat unwillingly.

I should have known better than to use the Black Tiger Heart-Piercing Technique.

Now look what's happened, all the sparring partners have run away.

In fact, Wang Qing was very grateful to Bao Wen. He knew very well that Senior Brother Bao Wen had been letting him have his way and hadn't really gone all out.

Although he had the system's blessing and his strength had greatly improved after half a year of cultivation, he was still no match for Bao Wen, who had cultivated for decades.

However, Wang Qing himself did not use his full strength. He knew the importance of holding back, so he naturally hid some things.

"Go away, go away. You always treat your senior brother like a punching bag, as if I'm made of iron. That's how it is today." Bao Wen waved his hand impatiently.

He left after saying just one sentence and ran off in a flash.

Clearly, they didn't want to stay any longer.

Wang Qing was left standing alone in the courtyard, bewildered.

Seeing this, Wang Qing could only smile sheepishly; this had happened several times before.

Without a sparring partner, Wang Qing naturally lost interest in continuing to practice. With the auto-play system, he could improve his cultivation whether he practiced or not, so practicing on his own didn't seem so important. He might as well enjoy himself instead.

In a corner of the courtyard, Xiao Zizai continued his cultivation relentlessly, like a tireless machine that never wanted to stop for a moment.

It was as if something was chasing him from behind, and if he stopped, he would be swallowed up.

Wang Qing was well aware that this was Xiao Zizai's inner demons at work. Although he was his senior brother, Wang Qing couldn't help him. He had to rely on himself.

However, aside from burying himself in martial arts training, Xiao Zizai was quite friendly to Wang Qing, though the two didn't interact much.

After watching for a while, Wang Qing shook his head, turned around, and left the courtyard.

Walk along the path beside the courtyard towards the back of the mountain.

Soon they came to a slope, where there was an enormous rock.

Wang Qing leaped up and skillfully lay down on the rock, supporting the back of his head with his hands and leisurely crossing his legs.

Feeling the gentle breeze blowing from the mountains, Wang Qing felt completely relaxed.

He discovered this place by chance while strolling around one day, and ever since then, whenever he has free time, Wang Qing would always relax and rest here alone.

Wang Qing had an incredibly fulfilling six months.

Occasionally, his annoying father would call and ask him to come home, but he always resolutely refused.

Furthermore, his mother would call him crying every time, worried that he wasn't doing well there, which meant Wang Qing would have to spend a lot of time comforting her each time.

Although he was a time traveler, he still had feelings for this family.

If it weren't for the need to establish himself in this world, he wouldn't have come to Shaolin Temple alone to learn martial arts.