"Bang, bang, bang... Bang, bang, bang..."
"Amitabha. It seems Shaolin's Seventy-Two Ultimate Techniques are still inferior to my own techniques!"
At those words, the Shaolin Monks all looked utterly furious.
Seeing this, Yang Wenzhu merely curled his lip and said nothing, quietly watching the scene unfold.
Time passed little by little. No one knew how long it had been.
Only after all the Shaolin Monks had failed, while Jiumozhi was showing off his might,
did someone finally step forward.
"Hehe... What impressive Seventy-Two Ultimate Techniques. I wonder if the Tubo State Preceptor could tell me where your Minor Formless Skill came from?"
As soon as those words were spoken, everyone turned toward the source of the voice.
Jiumozhi, the Tubo State Preceptor, immediately turned grave upon hearing them.
"Who are you? Who are you?"
At that moment, an old man with white hair and beard, yet the face of a child, walked out. A short old man and several others followed behind him.
Yang Wenzhu's eyes lit up when he saw them, and he said,
"Huh? It's actually Wu Yazi, and Su Xinghe too. They came out.
And judging by the looks of it, not only had Wu Yazi's muscles and bones fully recovered, but his strength had even improved.
Tsk, tsk, tsk. This old man was truly extraordinary! With the help of Black Jade Intermittent Ointment, he had actually managed to reach this point.
It had only been a little over half a year, yet he had completely recovered. As expected of a Grandmaster-level existence.
With that kind of recovery ability, as long as he had an opportunity, he could fully recover. Incredible, truly incredible!"
At this time, some people recognized Su Xinghe as well and began whispering among themselves.
"My heavens, that's Mr. Wise! He actually came down