Chapter 700

"Fang Yang, you are truly amazing!"

Li Zhou exclaimed.

He had never seen such proficient and accurate movements; every move displayed Fang Yang's exquisite and elegant control.

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Fang Yang nodded with a smile, feeling the power surging in his body.

Although he was already very powerful, this did not mean he would stop working hard.

On the contrary, he knew clearly that only by constantly breaking through his own limits could he continue to grow.

Fang Yang continued to display his fist technique, every movement as perfect as a work of art, fascinating.

His body and mind were closely combined.

Every fist and every kick radiated infinite power and energy.

The Abbot was shocked by such a scene; he had never seen anyone so proficient in Shaolin fist techniques.

He couldn't help but exclaim.

"Truly incredible!"

Then he heard the voices of netizens on the barrage.

"Fang Yang is too strong!"

A viewer left a message on the barrage excitedly.

"He must be an alien!"

"Fang Yang is simply cheating!"

Another netizen also followed up with a message.

"Such strength is simply beyond imagination!"

Fang Yang looked at these comments with a wry smile; although he had indeed mastered many things.

It didn't mean he was an alien or cheating.

Li Zhou walked to Fang Yang's side and couldn't help but laugh when looking at the comments from netizens on the barrage.

He had long known about Fang Yang's strength, so these comments were not surprising to him.

"Fang Yang, have you seen the comments on the barrage?"

Li Zhou asked.

Fang Yang nodded and answered with a smile.

"Yes, I saw them. They are really interesting."

Li Zhou looked at the Abbot and Fang Yang and let out a sigh of admiration.

He couldn't imagine that someone could master such advanced fist techniques in such a short time.

He felt the aura radiating from Fang Yang; that kind of confidence and power fascinated him.

"Fang Yang, your strength is truly admirable. It is truly remarkable that you can master such advanced fist techniques in such a short time."

Li Zhou exclaimed.

The Abbot also agreed.

"Truly remarkable."

Fang Yang smiled modestly, feeling that he had truly made great progress.

He knew that these achievements were inseparable from his own efforts and research on technology and tools.

"Thank you for the praise."

Fang Yang said.

"Actually, my growth is mainly due to my interest and investment in technology and tools."

"I have had a strong interest in various technologies since I was a child, and I have reached my current level through constant learning and practice."

Li Zhou listened to Fang Yang modestly talking about the methods he used to make progress, and admired him even more in his heart.

Fang Yang felt sincere joy for his progress in his heart, but after hearing the Abbot's praise and expectations.

He felt a trace of pressure; the Abbot was an important figure in the Shaolin Temple.

His praise was not only an affirmation of Fang Yang's personal strength, but also a kind of expectation and encouragement.

Fang Yang was determined to practice harder and become the pride of the Shaolin Temple.

Fang Yang took a deep breath and bowed.

"Abbot, please rest assured, I will definitely continue to practice hard and become the pride of the Shaolin Temple."

The Abbot nodded with a smile.

"Very good. I am full of hope for you. You have not only achieved something in fist techniques,"

A surging power surged in Fang Yang's heart; he realized that the Abbot had high hopes for him.

At the same time, he also understood that this was not a burden, but a motivation.

He decided not to live up to expectations and not to live up to his own efforts.

Fang Yang clenched his fists tightly, looking at the martial arts field in the distance with firm eyes.

"Master, rest assured, I will do my best to become the pride in your heart."

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"Next, I will pass on all the Shaolin Temple's palm techniques to you."

The Abbot said.

Fang Yang felt a shock; he didn't expect the Abbot to pass the Shaolin palm techniques to him.

This was the supreme unique skill of the Shaolin Temple, representing the majesty and glory of the temple.

The figures of martial monks with profound attainments waving their palms flashed in his mind.

His heart was full of reverence.

Li Zhou was also startled by this news and asked the Abbot.

"Master, may I ask what kind of palm technique this is? Why have we never heard of its existence before?"

The Abbot answered with a smile: "This is the most profound internal energy mental method of our Shaolin Temple, called the 'Great Vajra Palm'."

"This palm technique condenses the essence created by countless martial monks of our Shaolin Temple through hard practice over hundreds of years."

Fang Yang and Li Zhou stared at the Abbot even more curiously, hoping to see this legendary palm technique with their own eyes.

The Abbot looked at the eyes of the two and smiled.

"Since you have already reached such a profound realm in fist techniques, it is time to pass on higher-level and more profound martial arts to you."

"Through the 'Great Vajra Palm', you will be able to master internal energy and further improve your strength and cultivation."

Fang Yang and Li Zhou looked at each other, their hearts full of expectations and determination for the future.

He understood that the path of cultivation ahead would be even more arduous, but they were willing to work hard to become the pride of the Shaolin Temple.

Under the Abbot's guidance, Fang Yang and Li Zhou came to a more spacious martial arts field.

It was covered with fine white gravel, and Buddhist scriptures were embedded on the towering stone walls around it. Right

In the center hung a golden Buddha statue, which watched everything here solemnly.

The Abbot waved his hand to signal the two to stop; he stood in the center of the martial arts field, with his back to everyone.

Suddenly, he raised his palms, preparing to perform the palm technique.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes tightly fixed on every movement of the Abbot.

The Abbot's posture was straight, and his steady and deep breathing sounded as melodious as mountain water.

As he performed the palm technique, a righteous aura permeated, making people feel a powerful energy.

His arms were as tough as steel, and every palm force he struck carried a shocking momentum.

Whether it was speed, strength, or accuracy, it had reached the extreme.

After every strike, bright palm prints like light were left in the air.

Li Zhou and Fang Yang on the field were deeply attracted by the Abbot's palm technique; they observed every movement with focused energy.

They could feel the infinite momentum radiating from the Abbot, which made them feel reverence.

The audience off the stage watched the Abbot perform the palm technique dumbfounded, and no one dared to make a sound.

They tried their best to suppress the excitement and shock in their hearts, afraid of breaking this sacred and solemn atmosphere.

After the Abbot finished performing, the powerful and forceful energy still echoed throughout the field.

Fang Yang felt an unprecedented shock from the depths of his soul, and his heart was full of yearning for martial arts.

"This is the 'Great Vajra Palm'."