As everyone knows, all the copies of the Iron Bell Cover circulating outside are incomplete, even Wulong Temple is no exception.
If you really want the complete version of the Iron Bell Cover, you can only go to the Shaolin Temple in the inland, Mount Song.
But not everyone can enter there, even if you did, you're not qualified to practice the complete Iron Bell Cover.
Unless you're a prodigy with exceptional talent and are loyal to Shaolin and willing to become a monk, otherwise you will be denied the complete Iron Bell Cover.
This is also the reason why Mount Song Shaolin has been able to thrive for so long, there will always be some prodigies with extraordinary talent who choose to stay at Shaolin for the sake of the martial arts.
There are even rumors that the incomplete copies of the Shaolin martial arts that have been lost or stolen and circulated outside are intentional, whether it is true or not, no one has investigated it.
Originally, everything was fine, everyone had accepted that the Iron Bell Cover only existed in incomplete forms, but Yun Yi's complete mastery of the Iron Bell Cover completely baffled the Terror Angel.
“Though it's hard to believe, it’s the truth.”
Mian Bi couldn’t help but say, seeing the Terror Angel's expression.
When he first learned about Yun Yi's realm and martial arts, he was also unable to accept it. You know, Yun Yi not only has the Iron Bell Cover, but also the Yi Jin Jing, this disciple of mine is not only terrifyingly talented in martial arts, but his luck is also terrifying, he's simply the son of destiny.
Combined with the Cleansing Marrow Scripture he possesses, he has already gathered all four of Shaolin's divine arts, Wulong Temple will soon see a living Bodhidharma.
“I don't believe it, how could such a small place produce a freak like you!”
The Terror Angel regained his senses and roared at Yun Yi.
If it were inland, he might believe it, but in a small place like Hong Kong, he has never seen anyone stronger than him.
“You are the freak, your whole family is a freak.”
A black line appeared on Yun Yi's forehead.
The harshest words he had ever heard were just "stinky bald donkey", but a demon is a genius, the term "freak" is a first, truly worthy of being the leader of the Demon Sect, everything about him is repulsive.
“Stinky bald donkey, don't underestimate me, even if you possess two divine arts, victory will ultimately belong to me!”
The Terror Angel said with a sinister expression.
Even with two divine arts, even though he is being countered, the Terror Angel remains confident that Yun Yi is no match for him.
Because he still has decades of combat experience, relying on this experience he can completely achieve victory against a superior foe.
Yun Yi's age, it’s obvious that he rarely fights, how can he possibly be his opponent.
As soon as his voice fell, the Terror Angel became like a ghost, his figure became erratic and unpredictable, and ghostly figures appeared around Yun Yi, surrounding him.
Demon Sect light footwork, Ghost Shadow Ambush.
“Be careful!”
The Abbot couldn’t help but remind him.
Yun Yi looked at the ghostly figures with an expressionless face.
He has never neglected his cultivation of mental state over these years of training, such a situation will not throw him off balance.
At this moment, every ghostly figure of the Terror Angel flashed through Yun Yi's mind, and the next moment, he finally discovered the anomaly.
“Die!”
The Terror Angel suddenly appeared behind Yun Yi, his Nether Ghost Claws simultaneously attacked Yun Yi’s back of the head.
But at this moment, Yun Yi’s figure suddenly disappeared, and then he reappeared in a strange way beside the Terror Angel, his posture did not change, as if he had always stood there.
“What?”
The Terror Angel was stunned for a moment, then looked at Yun Yi in disbelief.
“Want to continue?”
Yun Yi asked with a smile.
“Damn it!”
The Terror Angel was even more enraged, this kind of mocking tone, as if playing with a child, is too insulting.
The next moment, the Terror Angel moved again.
The Nether Ghost Shadow was used again, and the surrounding area became filled with ghostly figures, becoming gloomy and terrifying, the Nether Ghost Claws continued to attack Yun Yi.
But strangely, Yun Yi's figure was the same as before, every time he was about to be hit, he would suddenly disappear and reappear on the side, no matter how the Terror Angel attacked, it had no effect.
“Small Shifting Footwork?”
Mian Bi and the Abbot both saw the problem with Yun Yi's movements.
It’s the Small Shifting Footwork from Wulong Temple.
Shaolin has many light footwork skills, many are famous, One Reed Crosses the River, Eight Steps Chase the Cicada, Great Shifting Footwork, etc….
But after all these years, most of these skills have been lost in Wulong Temple, now the only light footwork skills left in Wulong Temple are the Small Shifting Footwork, a skill derived from the Great Shifting Footwork, and the Ti Zong 術 (Ti Zong Shu).
Yun Yi cultivates both of these light footwork skills, one for shifting positions instantly, the other for acceleration or leaping, the combination of the two is no weaker than those famous light footwork skills.
“Truly gifted, it seems that Wulong Temple has a successor.”
Mian Bi said with emotion.
“Yes, Xiao Yi is even more talented than you, combined with Xiao Long, Wulong Temple will not decline for a hundred years.”
The Abbot said happily.
Wulong Temple, which had already fallen into disrepair, has risen again because he took in two disciples, he is naturally proud.
“Then congratulations, Brother, after this matter is settled, I will leave the Cleansing Marrow Scripture, it’s time to return to its rightful owner.”
Mian Bi nodded.
“Brother, you can actually come back.”
The Abbot couldn't help but say.
His remaining wish is for Mian Bi to return to Wulong Temple.
“Brother, I want to continue my journey in the mortal world.”
Mian Bi shook his head.
“Is that so, then you should come back to see me more often.”
The Abbot nodded and said.
He knew that Mian Bi's mind was made up and didn’t press him further, but he didn’t want to wait another fifteen years, maybe he wouldn’t even live that long.
“I know.”
Mian Bi nodded seriously, after all, the Abbot is his only family in this world.
Xiao Wen looked at Mian Bi with a strange look.
“What’s wrong?”
Xiao Long asked.
“I just feel like Uncle Mian Bi doesn’t want to come back because he doesn’t want to give up his identity as a big star.”
Xiao Wen couldn’t help but say.
As a lazy person who likes to eat and sleep, he knows all the excuses, Mian Bi's words just sound like he wants to shirk his responsibility or go down the mountain to sneak some food.
What journey in the mortal world, he clearly just doesn’t want to return to that boring Wulong Temple.
Humph, hypocrisy.
“No way?”
Xiao Long said in surprise.
No matter how you look at it, Uncle Mian Bi doesn’t seem like that kind of person.
“You can’t judge a person by their appearance, if you had money, fame, and could do whatever you want, eat whatever you want, would you return to Wulong Temple?”
Xiao Wen shook his head and asked Xiao Long.
“This…”
Xiao Long fell into deep thought, he didn’t know whether he should go back.
“You idiot, of course you should go back, without Master, Wulong Temple will be under Brother Yun Yi's control, you’ll have money and power, follow Brother Yun Yi, eat and drink to your heart's content.”
Xiao Wen suddenly laughed at Xiao Long, they wouldn’t be like Uncle Mian Bi, following Yun Yi is way more enjoyable.
“Oh, right.”
Xiao Long also suddenly understood and laughed.
Neither of them noticed that the Abbot's face had turned black.
“You little rascals, what do you mean by I’m not around? Are you cursing me to die quickly?”
The Abbot walked over and gave Xiao Wen a knock on the head, scaring Xiao Wen to hide behind Xiao Long.
Mian Bi’s face was a bit awkward, he also heard what Xiao Wen said, as for how he felt… it can only be said that children these days are really smart.