Four Absolute Skills of Tian Long VS Shaolin's Number One in Two Hundred Years

Everyone saw that Jiumozhi was only around forty. Even if he mastered one ultimate skill a year, starting from the moment he was born, it would still take seventy-two years. Each of those seventy-two ultimate skills was incomparably profound and complex. Could he really have mastered several in a single year?

Only Song Qingshu understood the trick. Jiumozhi was merely using the Minor Formless Skill to drive the moves of the Seventy-two Ultimate Skills. He had their form but not their essence. However, the Minor Formless Skill was immensely powerful, and Jiumozhi's inner strength was exceptionally deep, so the techniques he used were no weaker than the genuine Seventy-two Ultimate Skills.

The Shaolin monks did not understand what was going on, and they all thought to themselves, This man is boasting so outrageously. Could he be mad?

Xuan Sheng sneered inwardly, though his face remained respectful. "The Imperial Preceptor claims to be proficient in the Seventy-two Ultimate Skills. This humble monk would like to seek instruction in such techniques as the Maha Finger, Prajna Palm, and Great Vajra Fist."

Over Shaolin's long history, there had only been one Xuan Cheng, who had mastered thirteen ultimate skills. There had been none before him and none after him. Naturally, Xuan Sheng did not believe Jiumozhi's words. He thought the man was merely boasting, and that once they truly crossed hands, his lies would collapse on their own.

Jiumozhi smiled. "I would not dare. Please instruct me, Master Xuan Sheng." He shifted slightly to the side, suddenly raised his left palm flat, and sent his right fist straight forward with a whoosh. A bronze incense cauldron before Shaolin Temple's main gate was struck by the force of his punch. With a clang, it leaped into the air. This was a move from the