"Amitabha, the martial arts path of the three little benefactors of Lao Guan Ye is almost the same as my Shaolin Temple. Moreover, the little donor is very talented, and he is very suitable for cultivating my Buddhist exercises. Master Kongyun, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, looked forward to Di Ye Xing, "I don't know if the little donor is willing to enter my Shaolin and take refuge in my Buddha." The old man is willing to accept the little donor as a closed disciple and cultivate it wholeheartedly!"

With Master Kongyun's words, the surroundings suddenly fell silent, and a pair of eyes looked at the high platform in unison.

Ye Xing couldn't help but be stunned, "The master wants to take me as an apprentice?"

"Exactly!" Master Kongyun, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, said: "Does the little donor already have a master?"

"Is this the case!" Ye Xing shook his head.

Ren Tianxie, the old man of medicine, and the withered vine master in the blackstone dungeon, and even Ye Xing's martial arts enlightenment Mengxue wife, although they all have the reality of master and apprentice, but the real nominal master, Ye Xing really doesn't.

"Is the little benefactor willing to worship Lao Ke as a teacher and enter my Buddhism!" asked Master Kongyun, the abbot of Shaolin Temple.

Shaolin Temple is the first of the six holy places, thousands of years old, there are countless cheats in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and the monks are like clouds, if there is such a powerful sect as a backer, this is undoubtedly a very happy thing, Ye Xing is really a little excited.

But there's one problem, one big one.

"Lay disciple?" Ye Xing said uncertainly.

"The lay disciples are all outer disciples, and it is rare to find the true Shaolin lineage!" Master Kongyun shook his head and said, "All the disciples received by the old man are true disciples!"

"So you want to be a monk?" Ye Xing said embarrassedly.

"Amitabha, shave off your troubles, the six roots are pure, and from now on the four are empty, and you can take refuge in my Buddha!" Master Kongyun folded his hands and said the Buddha's horn aloud.

"Abbot, your kind boy can only understand it!" Ye Xing said with a wry smile.

Just kidding, how is it possible to become a monk. Don't say that Ye Xing is unhappy, his parents will probably kill him.

"The little donor doesn't have to reply in a hurry, you can think about it for two more days!" Master Kongyun, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, muttered.

"Thank you Abbot for his kindness, but the boy is the only child in the family, and he dare not go against the wishes of his parents. Ye Xing said.

"Well, in that case, the old man won't be reluctant!--" Master Kongyun, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, turned his head to look in the direction of the Holy Fire Sect Master.

At this moment, the Holy Fire Sect Leader Rising Sun Dongsheng was staring at this side with a gloomy gaze, although the Young Sect Leader Rising Sun Maniac was seriously injured and his face was pale, but his eyes were also very resentful. They are also concerned about the situation here. Obviously, the Holy Fire Sect did not want Ye Xing to join the Shaolin Temple. Because if they join the Shaolin Temple, it will be really difficult for them to get rid of Ye Xing. When they heard that Ye Xing was unwilling to join the Shaolin Temple, the people of the Holy Fire Sect were obviously relieved, but the murderous intent on their faces was also undisguised.

Master Kongyun frowned slightly, and reminded: "If the little donor leaves the Shaolin Temple, I am afraid that the road ahead will be dangerous, so be more careful." Although the little donor is reluctant to enter my Buddhism, the old man suggested that the little donor can live in our Shaolin Temple for a few years. With the talent of the little benefactor, maybe in a few years, you will be able to have the power of self-preservation!"

"Thank you for reminding me, abbot, rest assured, this kid has a sense of proportion in his heart!"

Ye Xing thanked Master Kongyun and immediately retired from the podium.

When he left the podium, Ye Xing couldn't help but glance at the Holy Flame Sect over there, and a sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth, "You want to kill me, no way!"

Ye Xing had already made full preparations, after today, Ye San's identity would disappear in the martial arts. If the Holy Fire Sect wants to kill Ye San, even if it digs the entire martial arts three feet into the ground, it is impossible to find it.

With the end of the awards, it means that this year's Wuliang Mountain Youth Martial Arts Association has officially ended. Some of the warriors who were in a hurry left Wuliang Mountain that night, and most of the other warriors were ready to stay in the martial arts for a while, waiting for dawn tomorrow morning before leaving.

And Ye Xing was not in a hurry to leave Wuliang Mountain, because he was about to start cultivating now.

At the Qingwu Conference, he fought with geniuses from all walks of life, and Ye Xing benefited a lot. His cultivation had already reached the peak of the middle stage of the innate second rank, and under the repeated battles, he accumulated thick and thin, and the bottleneck to the late second rank finally began to loosen. The opportunity was rare, as soon as the Qingwu Club ended, Ye Xing returned directly to his room and began to practice and sprint.

The night, the night was like ink, like a huge black cloth covering the sky. A few stars dotted around, the breeze caresses, the shadows of the trees outside the window are mottled, and the branches and leaves sway back and forth, rustling.

A hazy moonlight shone through the window into the room.

Room on a wooden bed,

Ye Xing sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, his heart facing the sky, and he was running the "Jiuyang Divine Skill" cultivation. Dao Jiuyang True Yuan surrounded his body, and the red light in the dim room shone brightly, and the air with Ye Xing as the center was extremely hot.

Call--

Suck--

Inhale slowly, then exhale slowly, inhale clear air, exhale turbid air, and between exhalation and inhalation, the Dao Jiuyang True Yuan circulates continuously in the meridians in the body, endlessly. Every time it runs for a week, the Jiuyang True Yuan becomes more and more vigorous, and it continues to flow into the dantian.

As if the sea embraced all rivers, as the Jiuyang True Yuan entered the dantian one by one, the entire lower abdomen dantian faintly began to tremble.

Shrink and expand!

Expansion and contraction!

In the continuous compression and refining, the True Yuan Force became more and more refined, and it lasted for a full quarter of an hour.

"Buzz!"

With a violent vibration of the dantian, Ye Xing felt that the entire dantian had suddenly expanded by three points, and the true yuan power in the dantian had become more refined and majestic.

"Whew, I have finally stepped into the late stage of the second class of congenital order!"

Ye Xing opened his eyes, his eyes were full of light, revealing a hint of joy.

As he stepped into the late stage of the second class of innate nature, it meant that Ye Xing was one step closer to the first class of the innate realm. Now Ye Xing's internal cultivation is the late stage of the second-class congenital, and the horizontal practice of kung fu is the early stage of the sixth turn of the "Nine Turns of the Golden Body", if it is fast, it is estimated that it will only take a few months to reach the peak of the sixth turn, and then supplemented by the Buddhist relics, you can sprint to the seventh turn of the golden body and cultivate into a real golden body treasure body. If the cultivation breaks through to the first-class innate realm again, even if it is just in the early stage of the first rank, I am afraid that it will be able to challenge those old first-class powerhouses.

With Ye Xing's current cultivation, it can be said that he is very close to that realm, and he is looking forward to it in his heart.

With the breakthrough in cultivation, Ye Xing's physical fitness, hearing, and eyesight have improved again, and he can clearly see a few ants on the big tree in the distance outside the window, crawling rapidly.

Since the cultivation has already broken through, if you cultivate again, you won't be able to make much progress in a short period of time. Ye Xing simply came directly to the courtyard, walking while blowing the night breeze.

"I really want to go to Mengxue, but the people from the Cold Moon Palace shouldn't leave until tomorrow. Ye Xing looked at the dark night sky, his eyes flashing, "Forget it, I'm enduring it all night." By the way, Meng Xue shouldn't know that I am Ye San! Ye San's trumpet is also the first genius of the Youth Martial Arts Association, hehe, should I tell her!"

The black clouds in the night sky gather and disperse, and the moonlight appears and disappears.

The night breeze blew on his body with a hint of coolness, and Ye Xing was walking leisurely in the forest, and suddenly—

That's when --

"Whoosh!"

There was a rapid sound of breaking the air in the distance.

For no reason, Ye Xing's heart suddenly surged with a strong sense of crisis, it was a feeling of imminent death, which made him stand on end, and he hurriedly raised his head to look ahead!