Chapter 62

One day half a year later, Muyang decided to go out to practice again after this period of time.

After all, it's not like monkey king has a special blood that can be indecently opened and linked. Only when Muyang travels more and absorbs his parents' knowledge of martial arts, can he keep alive. So after explaining to Yiya and others, Muyang packed his bags and prepared to go.

"Good journey, senior brother Muyang."

At the gate of wudaoguan, Aso and others saw Muyang off.

"Elder martial brother, when you come back next time, I'm sure I'll impress you." Younger martial brother IYA said earnestly.

Nice and April are also very reluctant to part. They wave their hands to Muyang to say goodbye. "Brother, remember to come back often."

Muyang almost fell down with one of them, which was strange, as if he had been married far away. However, it's not possible for martial Taoists to practice outside. Maybe it's only three or five years in a flash. It's really the same as the daughter who married far away and occasionally went back to her mother's house.

"Don't worry, you should practice yourself."

Waving to everyone, Muyang smiled, then jumped into the air, flying in the sky directly with the technique of air dancing, and soon disappeared in the vast clouds.

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In the blue sky, Muyang passed through thin clouds and mist layer after layer. Facing the moist water vapor, the water vapor stuck to the hair tip and quickly condensed into liquid droplets.

There are many ancient schools of practice on earth. Their strength may not be as strong as Muyang's, but it's also beneficial to exchange ideas.

Muyang's first stop is Duolin temple. After leaving Daqingshan, he turns around and rushes towards Duolin temple.

Duolin temple, located in the southern hemisphere, is as old as the maple leaf flow in the southern hemisphere. It is said that Duolin temple was rebuilt on the basis of the burning of Shaolin Temple in ancient times. Muyang did not know how much truth there was, nor was he interested in knowing it.

But there is no doubt that Duolin temple is one of the few powerful schools on the earth, and master Xiulin is a great martial arts giant.

As the place where klin, a dragon pearl warrior, once stayed, the popularity of Duolin temple comes from this point. But in the eyes of dragon pearl fans, the impression of Duolin temple is generally not very good. This, of course, is due to the disgust of clowns. Several senior brothers of klin, who appeared in the original work, looked more like embroidered pillows. They were beaten down in three or two times. There was not much glamour in them. Along with the dollin temple, they were also defaced to some extent.

Only after attending the Wudao meeting held by Fengye Island, Muyang knows that Duolin temple is not simple, and there are many experts in it.

The cold wind howls and the seasons change.

A figure of people quickly crossed the sky, and the horizon in the distance showed a curved shape.

At this time, Muyang has arrived at the residence of Duolin temple, and the quiet mountain forest is near at hand.

Duolin temple is located on the top of the steep mountain. It is remote and often haunted by beasts. There are few people around it and numerous dangerous peaks. The traffic is very inconvenient. The mountain road leading to Duolin temple is paved with stone strips. This mountain road is cut along the crack stone fault, with no end in sight.

On the top of that mountain, a simple and lofty temple stands there.

"Heavenly flow, Muyang, come to visit!" The loud voice spread through the whole mountain, and the echoes echoed continuously. Muyang waited outside for a moment, and the closed door opened.

A monk in a yellow robe came out. It was Wuting who had a hand with Muyang at the martial arts meeting.

"Hahaha, Muyang, why are you here? Please come in, please come in."

Wuting moved to Muyang and greeted him warmly.

Muyang smiled quietly: "Duolin temple, as an outstanding ancient inheritor, has always been hidden. I came here today to visit master Xiulin, but also want to get a little harvest in practice."

Wuting was surprised. He asked Muyang to enter the temple and asked a monk to give him a few words.

After a year's absence, Wuting found that the strength gap between himself and Muyang was not shortened, but increased. He said to Muyang, "master is discussing with several elders about the perception of martial arts. I'm afraid you'll have to wait for a while. During this time, I'll take you to the temple."

"Please."

Muyang nodded gently, without any objection, so he wandered in Duolin temple under the leadership of Wuting.

Although Duolin temple is located in a corner of the high mountains, the space in the temple is not small. In addition to the temple for disciples to visit, there is a large area of open space in the temple. This is where monks practice martial arts. When Wuting walked by with Muyang, many monks were in line to practice moves under the command of the monks.

"You have a large scale here." Muyang points to the monk in the distance.

The monks were arranged in a neat and uniform way. They were full of energy and vigor. At least there were hundreds of them, and the number of them was much more than the flow of heavenly mind.

Wu Ting smiled and said, "these are the new disciples. Please come this way."

As a tour guide, Wuting leads Muyang around, "how do you practice Muyang? How do I feel that you are becoming more and more invisible?" Before, the gap between the two men was not big. How could they not see each other for a year? He could not see the depth of each other at all.

"If you go out to practice, you can have my kung fu." Muyang looked and said, "this is the result of my practice in Kailin holy land."

"Kailin holy land?" Wu Ting was surprised and remembered the name in his heart.

Soon, Muyang wandered in Duolin temple, and master Xiulin came out of the inner hall. When he saw Muyang, his insidious momentum suddenly came towards him. Master Xiulin felt this momentum, and his eyes flashed a fine light. At the same time, his face was not frightened, and he had an incredible look.

"How does this young man practice?"

Compared with the martial arts association, the young people in front of us, no matter their momentum or bearing, are totally different. They have the demeanor of a grand master.

Master Xiulin dare not neglect, hurry up.

"Master Hurin." Said Muyang lightly.

Last time I saw each other, I was a senior, but now I have reversed my identity. With the fighting power of master Xiulin 105, it seems to Muyang that it's not bad.

Master Xiulin was not at all angry at Muyang's indifferent tone. He smiled and hurriedly said, "please come in, little brother."