The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, becoming a disciple of Yue Buqun

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"Humph!"

"what!"

At this moment, the Arhat Formation still surrounded Jiang Ning. Eighteen warrior monks rose from all directions and used their Demon-Subduing Staffs to press down on Jiang Ning in the center. At the same time, another eighteen warrior monks rushed in from the surrounding area, forming a net-like formation with a strong sense of oppression.

Jiang Ning looked up at the sky and saw the eighteen martial monks pressing down. Their figures blocked the sunlight, and the light on the ground where Jiang Ning was standing was quickly swallowed up by the shadows until only a single dot remained.

Seeing this overwhelming trap, Jiang Ning stomped his foot, his body instantly soaring into the air. He unleashed his inner strength and sword energy, which spread out in dense clusters. Just as the light was about to be swallowed by the shadows, Jiang Ning burst out from the top opening, stepping onto the back of one of the people and leaping a great distance before landing.

"Chase!"

Upon seeing Jiang Ning leap into the distance, the monks all gave chase.

"Quick, follow me."

Several eminent monks who were watching the battle also joined in.

After Jiang Ning jumped out, he didn't think about re-entering the formation. This Arhat Formation was indeed something special, and the seamless cooperation of these martial monks made it very troublesome. If they fought inside the formation, it would be difficult to break it.

At this moment, Jiang Ning saw a big tree next to him and had an idea in his mind.

Just as the monks were about to rush forward, Jiang Ning raised his hand and struck the tree trunk with a palm strike.

Terrifying internal energy overflowed, and the tree only trembled slightly but did not break. However, the dense leaves on the branches fell with a rustling sound. Just before they hit the ground, Jiang Ning raised his hand and waved it. These leaves were carried by Jiang Ning's internal energy towards the martial monks.

Upon seeing Jiang Ning's attack, the monks dared not be careless. Instead of defending themselves, the last monk raised his palm and struck the back of the monk in front of him, transmitting his internal energy. This process continued until the monk at the very front received the surging internal energy and, without hesitation, blasted it away.

Internal energy raged in the arena, with Jiang Ning's internal energy clashing against that of over a hundred martial monks.

The leaves hovered in the air, seemingly about to fall, but the next second Jiang Ning increased his internal energy output, and the leaves spun rapidly in the middle under the combined force of their powerful internal energies, eventually merging into a sphere.

The sphere, formed from the fusion of numerous leaves, rolled wildly between the two sides, emanating a heart-pounding aura. At times, it moved slightly towards Jiang Ning. Upon seeing this, Jiang Ning increased his internal energy, causing the sphere made of leaves to move towards the group of martial monks. The martial monks, their faces flushed, frantically channeled their energy to defend themselves.

The leaf-shaped sphere remained locked in a stalemate between the two sides, with terrifying true energy raging in the arena. The sphere spun rapidly, with leaves constantly being added to it, making it grow larger and larger.

Jiang Ning remained expressionless as a continuous stream of internal energy poured from his palms. His long hair moved without wind, and his clothes fluttered in the wind due to the surge of his true energy.

On the other hand, the monks opposite were all turning from red to purple, clearly nearing their limit.

at last.

The enormous leaf-shaped sphere in the arena exploded instantly, scattering towards the monks' side.

The monks were all thrown back by the massive amount of internal force, collapsing to the ground and vomiting blood.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Ning stopped.

At this moment, strands of hair that had been fluttering behind him fell down, and his face remained calm, showing neither joy nor anger.

Break the formation!

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Chapter 509: Two Master Brothers

When the two sides finally came to a conclusion, the result left the spectators astonished, and even Linghu Chong found it unbelievable.

How could this be so outrageous?

This was the thought in the minds of the eminent monks of the Southern Shaolin Temple, including Bu Huo.

Although they had considered that the other party would agree to break through the Arhat Formation, and had thought about what means the other party would use to break the formation, they never expected it to be in this way.

More than a hundred martial monks who had practiced martial arts since childhood couldn't defeat a single one of them in a contest of internal strength?

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, Bu Huo and the others would never have believed it.

But the facts are right before our eyes.

Even when Zen Master Lingxuan saw this scene, he turned his gaze to Jiang Ning in the distance, his expression indescribable.

"Junior brother! We won! We won!! Hahahaha!!!"

Compared to the shocked expressions of the monks of Southern Shaolin, Linghu Chong burst into laughter after his initial surprise and ran excitedly to Jiang Ning.

"Junior brother! We won!!"

Seeing Linghu Chong's excited expression, Jiang Ning smiled.

"Junior brother, you..."

Linghu Chong was about to say something, but suddenly stopped. Only then did he notice that Jiang Ning's face was somewhat pale and his breathing was not as steady as before.

"Junior brother, are you okay?"

Linghu Chong immediately became anxious, his face showing concern.

Jiang Ning gently shook his head.

"fine."

It just takes a lot of internal energy; I'll be fine after resting for a while.

"Amitabha."

At this moment, several eminent monks, including Bu Huo, came over.

"Congratulations, Young Hero Jiang! Congratulations, Young Hero Jiang!"

One of the high monks put his hands together and smiled, "Young Master Jiang has profound internal strength. He broke the 108 Arhats Formation of Southern Shaolin with his own strength. This humble monk admires him."

Another high monk said, "Since Shaolin introduced the Arhat Formation, no one has ever been able to break through it, let alone the Arhat Grand Formation. Young Master Jiang's martial arts are superb, and we admire him."

They truly admire Jiang Ning now. His age, martial arts skills, and internal strength are astonishing.

They had all heard of Jiang Ning's reputation before, but had never met him in person. Now, not only had they met him, but they had also truly witnessed his strength. This made them realize that there was no such thing as a false reputation, and that Jiang Ning's strength was far greater than his fame.

Bu Huo said, "Amitabha. This humble monk already knew of the great names of Young Hero Linghu and Young Hero Jiang. I have long heard that Young Hero Jiang's martial arts are superb and his internal strength is profound, and that Young Hero Linghu's swordsmanship is extraordinary. Seeing is believing. Today, after meeting the two young heroes, I can see that they are indeed worthy of their reputation. This humble monk admits that I am inferior to them."

Jiang Ning laughed: "You flatter me, Master."

Linghu Chong smiled shyly after being praised.

"Not at all, my junior brother's internal strength is indeed profound, but my swordsmanship is not good enough and I am not worthy of such praise from you, Master."

That's what he said, but the slight upturn of Linghu Chong's eyes revealed his true feelings at that moment.

Seeing his expression, Bu Huo smiled slightly.

He's a straightforward person, though.

Bu Huo felt a growing liking for Linghu Chong. When he turned his gaze to Jiang Ning, he noticed that although Jiang Ning was also smiling and saying humble things, he seemed much more composed than Linghu Chong. Although he was much younger than Linghu Chong, he was more mature in his mind.

At the age of 40, he couldn't help but sigh.

At this moment, the warrior monks who had been knocked down all got up from the ground, put their palms together in a gesture of respect to Jiang Ning, said "Amitabha" and then left.

"Amitabha."

Master Lingxuan looked at the injured monks and then at the wounded Linghu Chong, and sighed, "We agreed beforehand that it would be a friendly spar, but unexpectedly, something still happened. Young Master Linghu, I am very sorry."

Linghu Chong was flattered by this and quickly said, "Master, please don't say that. As the saying goes, swords have no eyes. It's inevitable that we martial artists will get injured when we spar. This is to be expected. Besides, these Shaolin monks were also injured, so it's nothing."

Upon hearing Linghu Chong's words, the monks gave him a friendly smile and then helped each other leave.

No one knows what they are thinking. They are probably surprised that Jiang Ning could fight them with his internal energy all by himself.

"Young Master Jiang."

Bu Huo spoke, his gaze turning to Jiang Ning.

"As I have said before, if you can pass through the Arhat Formation, I will open the Scripture Pavilion to you two young heroes. Young hero Jiang, you have already passed through the Arhat Formation of my Southern Shaolin. The martial arts secrets of my Southern Shaolin are no secret to you. As long as you want, you can go to the Scripture Pavilion at any time to read all the secrets of my Southern Shaolin."

After saying that, Bu Huo looked at Linghu Chong and said, "Young Master Linghu, you can also stay on the first and second floors of my temple's Sutra Repository for three days."

Although Linghu Chong entered the battle with Jiang Ning, he was defeated halfway through and did not receive the same treatment as Jiang Ning.

"Thank you, masters."

Upon hearing this, Linghu Chong thanked the several eminent monks.

Master Lingxuan then said, "Our temple has medicine to treat injuries and restore internal energy, which will be delivered to you two young heroes shortly."

"Thank you, Zen Master."

Linghu Chong thanked Zen Master Lingxuan.

Master Lingxuan smiled gently and then left.

"If you two young heroes are not in a hurry, you can return to the guest courtyard to rest and recuperate. When you wish to enter the Scripture Pavilion, please let us know."

"I'm not confused," he said with a smile.

"Then let's go back and rest first."

Linghu Chong said.

Although he had already obtained the qualification to view the Sutra Pavilion, Linghu Chong did not rush to see it now, as that would seem too hasty, and he was also worried that Jiang Ning had suffered internal injuries.

"Esteemed masters, my fellow disciple and I will take our leave now."

Jiang Ning said something and then left with Linghu Chong.

The men, now in their forties, responded with smiles.

"Junior brother, are you really alright?"

After walking for a while, Linghu Chong asked again in a low voice.

Jiang Ning shook his head to indicate that nothing was wrong.

Linghu Chong was relieved and then had time to talk about what had just happened.

"Junior brother, I didn't expect your internal strength to be so profound. The internal strength of more than a hundred Shaolin monks is not as good as yours."

Linghu Chong was amazed.

He knew how powerful those monks were because he had fought against them before.

Jiang Ning smiled slightly and said nothing.

Actually, things weren't as simple as Linghu Chong made them out to be.

The combined internal energy of those monks was indeed immense, and he alone might not have been able to withstand it. Those monks fought Jiang Ning to this point because of their numerical advantage, but in the end, it was precisely their numbers that led to their defeat.

They could combine their internal energy to resist Jiang Ning, but when they transferred their internal energy, they couldn't transfer all of it; some would remain inside their bodies. Otherwise, they would have been unable to withstand the attack.

So it seemed that all the monks combined their internal energy to confront Jiang Ning, but that was not the case. That's why they were the first to give in and fall when their internal energy clashed with Jiang Ning's.

Of course, this doesn't mean Jiang Ning is completely unharmed; having expended so much internal energy, he himself wasn't feeling much better.

It can only be said that Shaolin's formation is indeed extraordinary. If it were a hundred or so martial artists like them, they would have been routed by Jiang Ning, or killed by Jiang Ning's constant pulling and tugging.

Linghu Chong didn't understand these things, but he felt that Jiang Ning was much more capable than him, and he laughed heartily.

Meanwhile, the eminent monks, including Bu Huo, who were not far away, also witnessed this scene.

These two disciples of the Huashan Sect are quite interesting.

A goofy and adorable senior brother and a celibate junior brother?

Chapter 510: Healing Medicine

Not long after Jiang Ning and Linghu Chong returned to the guest courtyard, the Southern Shaolin Temple quickly sent medicine to heal their injuries.

"Esteemed benefactors, this is a healing remedy specially prepared for you by the abbot of our temple."

A young novice monk was carrying a tray covered with a red cloth, under which two round objects were supporting the cloth.

"Thank you, little master."

Linghu Chong thanked him.

The young novice monk placed the plate on the table and left.

Linghu Chong lifted the red cloth covering the pills and found two pills the size of longan fruits, which had a pleasant fragrance.

"Ok?"

Linghu Chong picked up one of the pills, sniffed it, looked at it, and then swallowed it.