From NPC To Overlord

Gu Chong made every move, gradually forgetting everything around him, and immersed himself in his own world of stick skills.

After an unknown amount of time, a thin layer of sweat broke out on Gu Chong's forehead.

"Huh, if the next time you practice sticks with this level of effect, you will almost be able to get started with this stick technique tomorrow."

Gu Chong let out a sigh of relief, secretly rejoicing, and then swung his stance again, waving his eyebrow-raising stick!

After practicing for two hours, it was noon, and Gu Chong was exhausted. After re-inserting the eyebrow stick on the weapon rack, he walked towards Du Ming.

"Huh, Junior Brother Xu Sheng, come to practice?"

Du Ming was half-bent, pressing his hands on his knees, gasping for breath. The previous matches had exhausted him a lot.

Gu Chong smiled and said, "No, let's talk about it in the afternoon, it's already noon, it's time to eat."

"Yes, look at my brain!"

Du Ming patted his bald head and slowly straightened his waist, "Junior Brother Xu, let's go together!"

Gu Chong nodded, and just about to turn around, he suddenly saw a burly and sturdy monk in front of him fiercely slamming away a few young monks who were blocking his way, and came to him.

"You are Xu Sheng who injured my brother during the training session last time?" The burly monk said rudely.

Gu Chong frowned slightly, clasped his hands together and said, "This senior brother must be Du Xin's brother, Jingyan, right?

Before Du Xin was arrogant and domineering many times in the practice, hurting people many times, and finally provoked me, I took action and taught him a lesson. If there is any offense, I hope Senior Brother Jingyan will forgive me. "

At this time, the deacon Seng Jingren, the deacon on duty in the Yanwu Hall, came over, looked at Jingyan coldly, and snorted coldly: "Dangtang is an inner disciple of the Jingzi generation, do you still have to care about a little monk? Your younger brother Du I have heard about the matter in my heart, and when I meet this matter, I will also teach him a lesson."

Jingyan snorted: "He hurt my brother, I will avenge my brother's shame, of course I will not bully him, I will only use the Tiger Devil Bone Refinement Fist to dismantle the moves, and will not break the moves with force.

According to the rules of the Yanwu Palace, he couldn't refuse, right? "

There are regulations in Chuan Gong Hall. Anyone who is in the martial arts hall must not refuse any martial monk's request for a duel training. After all, if you are walking in the rivers and lakes, and someone is going to kill you, you can't say 'I don't want to fight with you', right?

This also allows the disciples to familiarize themselves with compulsive battles in advance.

It's just that this kind of inner disciple challenges the little novice who has not yet officially entered the school, it's the first time I've seen it for a long time.

"boring!"

Gu Chong shook his head. He had long been used to this kind of tricks that were too small and too old, and he was even so familiar that he didn't want to ignore them.

"Humph! I'll accompany you to unpack, just to give you face!"

Jingyan smiled coldly, and then took a step forward, wanting to do it.

"call!"

The corner of Gu Chong's mouth twitched slightly, and he spit out a stream of air, which condensed into a needle and pierced Jingyan's body.

"Fist without eyes... oops!"

That Jingyan was about to throw a fist, suddenly felt a slight numbness in his body, unable to hold on, and fell to the ground.

"This, this is?"

Jingyan was horrified, only to feel hot and cold in his body, thirsty, dizzy, dizzy, and crooked nose and mouth.

For a time, it seemed that many diseases had attacked the body, a scene of terminal illness.

"Jingyan, are you?"

The monk Jingren was dumbfounded. He didn't expect that the famous doctor he had been begging for suddenly seemed to be suffering from a stroke, and his heart was panicked.

"Hey, this senior brother, you seem to be sick? Are you still sick?"

Gu Chong pretended to be surprised.

"you you!"

That Jingyan's mouth was slanted, and he didn't understand where he was talking.

But his body was out of balance, dizzy, and he didn't even have the strength to beg for mercy.

"I think the senior brother is weak and weak. If you want to pass it, let's go to another day!"

After Gu Chong finished speaking, Fu Xiu relieved his illness and left the Yanwu Hall with a smile.

"As expected of a sweeping monk, he really has a bit of a way!" Ma Laosan smacked his tongue secretly when he saw it, and anyone with a little vision just now knew that it was Gu Chong's shot.

However, Gu Chong still needs a little bit of skill to be able to make tricks without knowing it.

"Junior brother, you, you."

The monk Jingren chased after him and looked at Gu Chong with a look of surprise in his eyes.

Gu Chong smiled slightly, "Don't hide my brother, my Taoism has reached the realm of daily travel, so I can recruit in the words of the Great White Sun."

Taoism is mainly based on the soul. If you want to let Taoism exert its power in the daytime, even a film-training warrior like Jingyan has no resistance, so you have to travel in the day!

Of course, this is just Gu Chong's pretext. In fact, he has not yet started to practice Taoism.

With the power of his own primordial spirit, it is a trivial matter to do this.

"Genius, genius! Our Dachan Temple has a great blessing of Taoism!"

Monk Jingren was overjoyed after being in a trance for a while.

At the age of fourteen, Gu Chong can reach the realm of day trips, and he will definitely be a ghost in the future!

"Junior Brother, come with me!"

The monk Jingren took Gu Chong to the Daxiong Palace and reported the matter to the Abbot Dekong.

Geniuses naturally have to be treated as geniuses and cannot be buried among ordinary disciples.

"How did you get the Taoist cultivation method?"

In the Daxiong Hall, there were many eminent monks, and Abbot Dekong looked at Gu Chongdao in surprise.

Dachan Temple is mainly based on the martial arts cultivation system~www.novelmt.com~ There are very few Taoist masters, and it is even more unheard of, such as Gu Chong, who cultivated to the realm of day trips by himself.

"Returning to the abbot, the disciple cleaned the scriptures library every day, and found some spiritual cultivation methods in the scriptures, so I tried to practice it, but I did not expect to practice some achievements. Because I practiced without authorization, I was afraid of punishment, so I didn't tell the management. Master Dezheng of the Book Collection Pavilion."

Gu Chong replied with a little panic, as if he was still worried about whether he would be punished.

To the eminent monks, this kind of behavior was extremely normal, and it was a serious sin to practice the exercises privately. If Gu Chong remained calm in front of the eminent monks, everyone would doubt whether he was a reincarnation of an eminent man.

"So that's the case. Since you are a sweeping monk in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, you will naturally be disciplined by Junior Brother Dezheng. You will be punished or rewarded. You will be dealt with by Junior Brother Dezheng, so you can go back."

Abbot Dekong pondered for a while, and it stands to reason that learning Taoism privately turned over the rules and precepts, but geniuses always have to be treated specially, and they can't chill the hearts of others. After thinking about it, he still decided to kick the ball to Dezheng.

Gu Chong said yes, and then backed out.

The monk Jingren accompanied him to the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion and reported the matter to Dezheng.