"Never allowed?!" A slightly mocking smile appeared on Li Ling's lips.
Li Ling has watched many martial arts dramas. In "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils", Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo sneaked into the Sutra Pavilion and learned the Seventy-Two Arts. In "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", many of the royal experts of the Jin Kingdom were skilled in Shaolin martial arts. In "The Deer and the Cauldron", Wei Xiaobao was ordered to become a monk and was treated with great respect by the Shaolin Temple.
Submitting to authority is Shaolin's way of survival, and it has never been allowed. In the end, they just believe that Li Ling is not strong enough to make them bow down.
"What if I insist on going to check?" Li Ling stared intently at Xuan Zhi, awaiting his answer.
"In that case, I have no choice but to offend them and set up the Eighteen Arhats Formation!"
At Xuanzhi's command, eighteen warrior monks stepped forward, each wielding a staff, and surrounded Li Ling.
The skin of these monks faintly revealed a golden hue, which Li Ling knew was a sign of some success in cultivating the Golden Bell Shield technique.
These eighteen Arhats had been training at Shaolin Temple since childhood, and their Arhat Formation was highly coordinated and perfectly executed, surrounding Li Ling in the center, and it looked like they were about to make a move.
Li Ling pondered to himself, "I wonder how Shaolin Temple's Golden Bell Shield compares to my Dragon Roar Iron Shirt?"
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Chapter 185 The Arhat is no match, the Abbot ascends.
"call!"
Suddenly, a monk from behind Li Ling struck Li Ling in the back with a staff, showing no mercy.
At this moment, as if Li Ling had eyes in the back of his head, he took a step to the left, and the staff passed right past Li Ling's arm without hurting him at all.
Since the Arhat Formation had already begun to operate, it naturally wouldn't stop attacking. Just as Li Ling regained his footing, two more Arhat monks swung their staffs, one smashing down on Li Ling from above, and the other sweeping across Li Ling's waist.
Facing the two monks approaching at the same time, Li Ling used his hand to block the horizontally sweeping staff. Immediately, the Arhat monk seemed to be drunk and uncontrollably raised the staff upward, directly blocking the staff that was falling from above.
Immediately afterwards, Li Ling struck with both hands, tapping the two eyebrow-level staffs, causing the two Arhat warrior monks to lose their grip on the staffs, which then slammed back onto their bodies with a "whoosh."
The force carried by the staff penetrated their bodies, knocking the two Arhat warrior monks, who had already achieved minor mastery of the Golden Bell Shield, to the ground. For a moment, they were unable to stand up.
"Young Master Yi is truly amazing!"
"Down with these bald monks!"
"..."
Seeing that Li Ling had effortlessly neutralized the attack of the Arhat Formation and even injured two Arhat monks, the martial arts practitioners cheered.
The provocative words, in particular, made the faces of the Shaolin monks turn ugly, and even Abbot Xuanzhi paused involuntarily as he twirled the prayer beads in his hand.
The Arhat Formation lived up to its reputation as a grand formation meticulously trained by Shaolin over many years. Even with two people missing, it was still able to maintain its momentum. However, at this moment, the Arhat warrior monks had lost their fighting spirit and did not launch a preemptive attack.
"hehe."
Seeing this, Li Ling smiled slightly, then suddenly stepped forward and threw a punch at one of the Arhat monks.
The Arhat monk quickly held his staff horizontally in front of his chest, attempting to block Li Ling's punch. However, with a crisp "crack!" sound, the staff in the Arhat monk's hand was easily broken as if it were made of paper.
"Bang!"
Li Ling's punch, with no decrease in force, struck the Arhat monk directly, sending him flying three or four zhang away. A trail of blood fell through the air, and the monk was rendered powerless to fight again.
Immediately afterwards, Li Ling showed no mercy, unleashing his lightness skill at an extreme speed, leaving several afterimages in the field.
These afterimages kicked out simultaneously, and everyone heard a series of crisp sounds. Then, nine Arhat monks broke their staffs and flew away at the same time. For a moment, only six people remained in the Eighteen Arhats Formation.
At this moment, the crowd forgot to cheer and just stared at Li Ling in shock. They simply couldn't imagine what kind of martial arts could achieve such a level, and many even had the thought of 'sorcery' pop into their minds.
The so-called "demonic art" in everyone's minds was actually caused by Li Ling using his internal energy to enhance the "Shadow-Following Leg". Since Li Ling entered the realm of the Innate Grandmaster, the Innate True Essence has been used to enhance the "Shadow-Following Leg", making this leg technique not only incredibly fast, but also a top-notch lightness skill.
"Amitabha! Young Master Yi's martial arts are indeed superb!"
Abbot Xuanzhi shouted a Buddhist chant, which startled everyone present. The remaining Arhat monks who were still standing, as well as the onlookers, all looked at Li Ling with awe.
"Young Master Yi's martial arts are indeed superb! Xu Wu, you may all step back and let this old monk experience Young Master Yi's divine skills!"
"Since Master Xuanzhi wishes to offer his guidance, I, Yi, will naturally not refuse. Please forgive my intrusion!"
As he spoke, Li Ling had already transformed into a shadow, accompanied by sharp sword energy, and instantly shot towards Xuan Zhi's chest.
Abbot Xuanzhi's gaze sharpened. He had already secretly gathered his energy. Although Li Ling's speed was extremely fast, which greatly shocked him, it was not to the point that he could not withstand it.
At that moment, he raised his left palm high and slapped it to the side, blocking one of Li Ling's finger swords. His right palm struck Li Ling's waist and abdomen directly from below. The two palms seemed to be floating and gentle, but in fact they were full of the true energy of the Yi Jin Jing.
Seeing the palm strike coming, Li Ling turned his feet, leaving a phantom in his place, and dodged to the side. At the same time, he pointed with two fingers of his right hand, and an invisible sword energy went straight for Xuan Zhi's side rib.
"Thousand-Handed Tathagata Palm!"
Abbot Xuanzhi gave a soft shout, his body remaining still. He then unleashed a series of palm strikes, instantly transforming two palms into four, four into eight, eight into sixteen... The continuous palm shadows enveloped Li Ling's upper body.
"The Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts are indeed powerful!" Li Ling thought to himself, admiring the continuous palm strikes.
He moved with lightning speed, dodging Abbot Xuanzhi's layers of palm shadows while unleashing a continuous barrage of sharp sword energy from his fingertips around Xuanzhi.
To outsiders, Li Ling's figure appeared to be constantly shifting and changing, while Abbot Xuanzhi remained as steady as a mountain. The two of them continuously unleashed bursts of energy, the overflowing force causing the surrounding martial artists to feel the gusts of wind and retreat in disarray.
"Alright, take my palm strike next!"
Abbot Xuanzhi suddenly moved lightly, his palm techniques expanding even further. The sixteen palms first became thirty-two, and then transformed into even more palm shadows. As one palm shadow dissipated, another one appeared, and for a time he was not at a disadvantage at all.
Li Ling moved with incredible speed, easily dodging any attack by spinning around. At the same time, he launched a series of rapid, continuous attacks with his finger sword.