Upon hearing this, Wang Ye looked at Xuan Mo and said, "Where did you learn this Taiji Fist?"
Xuan Mo said seriously, "I learned it after we fought last time." As he spoke, he glanced at the Live Broadcast room, where Bullet Comments were already flooding the screen.
"Holy crap, the streamer is awesome! He really went to challenge them?!"
"Damn! The streamer is awesome! He's actually going to challenge Shaolin Temple now?!"
"Has the streamer gotten carried away? Shaolin Temple isn't some nobody. They're a sect that's been passed down for over a thousand years!"
"Hey, you don't know anything! The streamer doesn't even take Dragon Tiger Mountain seriously. Would he be afraid of Shaolin Temple?"
"Exactly! The streamer is a man who can travel through outer space with his physical body! Shaolin Temple is nothing to him!"
"Shaolin Temple! That's a holy land of the martial world. Streamer, take it easy and don't crash and burn!"
"Hey, what do you know? The streamer is highly skilled and fearless. What does a mere Shaolin Temple amount to?"
"Holy crap, Wudang Taiji Fist took on eighteen opponents in a row and broke through the Eighteen Arhats Formation in three moves. The streamer is incredible!"
Watching the streams of Bullet Comments, Xuan Mo laughed heartily and said, "All right, all right, the performance is over. We're leaving. Oh, right, Little Daoist Wang Ye is pretty capable too. If you want to learn martial arts, you can look for him." With that, he directly ended the Live Broadcast.
Afterward, he dragged Wang Ye over and said, "How about we open a martial arts school together later? A forty-sixty split. I'll take sixty, you take forty. You provide the startup capital. How about it?"
Wang Ye asked doubtfully, "What happens if I agree?