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

Back in his room, Wang Qing lay on the bed and played on his phone for a while before going to sleep early.

He was still a child at heart, and he was really exhausted during this period.

Wang Qing slept exceptionally soundly that night.

He slept until Bao Wen knocked on his door, at which point he slowly woke up.

Wang Qing yawned as he opened the door and greeted Bao Wen, who was standing at the door.

"Good morning, Senior Brother."

"Hurry up and wash up, we need to go to our morning class."

"Okay," Wang Qing replied, quickly returned to the room, put on his monk's robe, grabbed his toiletries, and hurriedly ran to the bathroom next door.

When Wang Qing came out, he found that the sky was still gray and not fully bright.

As for the morning class, Baowen had already told him about it yesterday.

This is something that Shaolin Temple has to do every day, and basically everyone has to participate.

In fact, morning prayers are just chanting scriptures and reciting Buddhist mantras. It is said that this can calm the mind and spirit, allowing practitioners to concentrate and cultivate focus, making your daily practice twice as effective. As for whether it is actually useful, Wang Qing himself is not sure.

Wang Qing went to the morning prayers with Jie Kong and the other two. He had no interest in chanting scriptures and Buddhist prayers, and kept dozing off while sitting on the prayer mat.

Seeing this, Jie Kong didn't insist, after all, Wang Qing was still just a child.

The morning classes only ended when a melodious bell rang.

……

After breakfast, Wang Qing and his group returned to the courtyard.

As soon as they arrived at the front yard, they heard Xiao Zizai say to Jie Kong in a strong voice, "Master, there are still some things I don't quite understand from my practice yesterday. Please enlighten me."

As he spoke, he even struck a pose.

Wang Qing was also somewhat taken aback when he saw this. Sure enough, Xiao Zizai had devoted himself entirely to cultivation in order to suppress his inner demons.

Upon returning, he couldn't wait to seek guidance from Jie Kong.

Standing in the middle of the courtyard, Bao Wen quickly pulled Wang Qing aside.

They immediately made way for the two of them.

The atmosphere in the arena suddenly changed at that moment, and the two figures, one large and one small, simultaneously exuded a terrifying aura.

Xiao Zizai's Qi was somewhat violent, making him look extremely fierce, like a ferocious beast ready to devour its prey.

Jie Kong, on the other hand, appears more reserved, yet he is like a calm sea, seemingly peaceful but actually turbulent, and could unleash terrifying power at any moment.

"This is a rare opportunity, so watch carefully and don't make a sound," Bao Wen whispered in his ear.

Wang Qing nodded in agreement, his gaze never leaving the two of them for a moment. This was the first time he had ever seen two extraordinary individuals fight, so naturally he didn't want to miss it.

Jie Kong, with his hands behind his back, looked at Xiao Zizai and nodded slightly, saying, "Make your move."

The voice just fell.

Xiao Zizai lunged at Jie Kong, golden light flashing in his hand. In an instant, his palm was covered with a layer of golden qi, clearly indicating that he had mastered the Golden Bell Shield to an extremely high level, able to form protection on any part of his body at will.

This is an extremely effective fighting method.

It can increase the defensive strength of the protected parts while also saving the use of Qi.

Upon witnessing this scene, Wang Qing subconsciously thought of another use for the Golden Bell Shield.

Before Wang Qing could think any further, the sound of metal clashing came from the center of the arena.

"clang!"

Immediately following this was a series of continuous crashing sounds.

In the center of the arena, Jie Kong was using the same technique to fight Xiao Zizai.

The two figures moved swiftly and agilely around the field, their hands flashing out afterimages as they clashed.

This scene made Wang Qing, who was watching from the side, feel excited and wanted to go up and fight as well.

After exchanging dozens of blows.

The two suddenly separated again.

At this moment, Jie Kong looked calm and composed, while Xiao Zizai was sweating profusely and panting heavily, clearly having just endured tremendous pressure.

"Do you understand?" Jie Kong asked Xiao Zizai slowly.

Xiao Zizai bowed to Jie Kong and said, "Disciple understands, thank you for your guidance, Master."

"Alright, then you can think about it carefully yourself." Jie Kong nodded in satisfaction. He actually thought highly of Xiao Zi, who had exceptional talent. Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone against the majority opinion to teach him these techniques.

"Yes." Xiao Zizai replied, then turned and walked back towards the wooden stake from yesterday, beginning to savor Jie Kong's teachings.

Jie Kong turned to look at Bao Wen and Wang Qing, and then nodded to Bao Wen.

Bao Wen immediately understood and said to Wang Qing with a smile, "Come on, junior brother, it's your turn next."

"Huh?" Wang Qing was a little confused.

Is it not asking for trouble to fight Master Jiekong?

Bao Wen patted his head and said, "What are you thinking about? I want you to practice the Arhat Fist that I taught you yesterday again, to see if you've forgotten it, and if there's anything wrong, so your senior brother can correct it for you."

So that's what happened. Wang Qing breathed a sigh of relief for no apparent reason. He had really admired watching Jie Kong fight Xiao Zizai earlier.

However, he was also aware of his current abilities; going up there would be a waste of his time.

Soon, Wang Qing set up his stance in the courtyard and began practicing the Arhat Fist that Bao Wen had taught him the day before.

Bao Wen and Jie Kong watched very carefully, placing high hopes on this disciple and junior brother.

As they looked around, the two noticed something was amiss.

Every movement and move of Wang Qing was incredibly smooth, as if he had been practicing for months. Towards the end, every punch he threw even carried a gust of wind.

Most importantly, Wang Qing's Qi has increased significantly compared to yesterday.

Wang Qing was fighting fiercely in the arena, while Jie Kong and Bao Wen, who were watching, looked at each other in disbelief. It was the first time they had ever witnessed such a bizarre scene.

The Wang Qing Luohan Fist, which I taught him just yesterday, has already reached such a level today, not to mention the strangely surging Qi.

You should know that Qi is something that can only be increased slowly through cultivation of life force; no one can suddenly increase it so much overnight.

Is it really because Wang Qing is exceptionally talented?

In no time, Wang Qing finished performing a set of Arhat Fist.

He turned to Jie Kong and Bao Wen, who were still in shock, and asked, "Master, Senior Brother, how did I do with my Arhat Fist?"

Seeing the two men's jaws drop in astonishment, Wang Qing was inwardly laughing hysterically. They never imagined that he could continuously grow stronger 24 hours a day.

This is just to give you a little shock to the system first.

Bao Wen was so shocked that he could barely speak. "Master, junior brother, did you really just learn the Arhat Fist yesterday?"

"Yes, didn't you teach me yesterday, senior brother?" Wang Qing asked innocently.

It was as if things were meant to be this way.