Zhang Sanfeng, the Poor Road, Convinces People with Reason

The clothes on his body were not torn in any way, as if he had not experienced any fierce battle at all.

"Shut up!"

The presiding monk took a long breath.

If it weren't for the restrictions of the rules, he really wanted to ask the young man, which Shaolin school and which school he was a disciple of?

It is a pity that such a genius is only a lay disciple.

Take the time to shave him!

Can't let such a talented boy slip away from the Shaolin Temple.

Although the Shaolin Temple is full of geniuses and masters like clouds, who would think that there are too many geniuses under their sect?

However, despite the rich inner drama of the presiding monk, seeing Zhang Junbao coming out, the presiding monk still hurriedly put on the appearance of an eminent monk.

The wind was light and the clouds were light, as if he didn't care at all.

"Congratulations to this junior brother, he has become a [-]rd dan master at such a young age, and his future prospects are boundless. It is really gratifying."

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Junbao's mouth.

To be a [-]rd dan master is nothing at all.

What made him overjoyed was that when he broke into the bronze formation, he actually received a lot of chance rewards.

The rewards for defeating those organ bronze figures are even more generous.

More importantly, there are chance rewards for three consecutive levels.

Now, his Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms have also reached full level.

Not only that, he even accumulated a lot of skill points and experience points.

However, the martial arts that can be learned have already been learned, and these skill points and experience points cannot be added for the time being.

It would be great if the Nine Yang Divine Art could be completed.

This thought flashed through Zhang Junbao's mind, and was immediately forgotten by him.

Master Jueyuan is quite good to him.

As long as you study hard, one day, he will learn all Jiuyang Divine Art.

In the past, Zhang Junbao had no system assistance, but it will be completely different in the future.

"Master, I would like to make an appointment to pass the fourth level in a few days."

Zhang Junbao said.

Since you can get a chance reward by breaking through the Bronze Man Formation, of course you have to pass a few more levels.

The presiding monk stayed for a while.

Isn't it enough to get through three levels?Going through the fourth level?

Is it so easy to be a [-]th dan master?

The presiding monk looked at Zhang Junbao.

The mask blocked his expression, and he could only see his eyes, very firm.

It was as if the fourth dan master had already been in his pocket, but he just stretched out his hand to take it out.

The presiding monk froze in his heart.

"Okay, the poor monk will report it. After three days, you can come back here and pass the fourth level."

"Thank you!"

Zhang Junbao nodded, turned and walked out of the courtyard.

The presiding monk looked at his retreating back, thoughtful.

As soon as Zhang Junbao walked out of the courtyard, two young monks approached him.

Neither of them wore masks, and they looked very young.

Although the test house of Luohan Hall allows concealment of identity, it is purely voluntary.

In fact, most people who come to test martial arts will not hide their identities.

After all, the left and right are in the Shaolin Temple, so there is really no need to hide.

Only very few people, for some ulterior reason, hide their identities.

"I have seen two senior brothers!"

Zhang Junbao quickly said respectfully.

He is a lay disciple, and he is also a handyman disciple with the lowest status.

In the Shaolin Temple, any monk with a shaved orb has a higher status than him.

"Ok!"

A monk responded.

The other monk just pretended he didn't hear it, his eyes swept across the mask on Zhang Junbao's face, vaguely dissatisfied.

Zhang Junbao was in a good mood at this time, subconsciously ignoring the other party's expression, and left happily.

"Hmph, I'm just a lay disciple, so ignorant of manners. When I see my brother, I don't even take off the mask."

Seeing Zhang Junbao's figure go away, the monk said very unhappily.

"The test house's rule is that you can wear a mask to hide your identity. It's not surprising that he just came out of the test house wearing a mask, so why get angry about it?"

The other monk next to him felt that it didn't matter.

But the monk didn't think so.

"The test house's anonymity is to protect some core elite disciples and prevent their martial arts cultivation from leaking."

"He is a lay disciple, what kind of thing dares to pretend like this?"

"If it weren't for something happening today, I would have to take off his mask, teach him a lesson, see which school he is a disciple of, and then punish him to go down the mountain to pick water for half a year."

While the two were talking, they walked into the test house together.

As soon as they saw the monk who was presiding over the test, the two hurried forward to greet him.

"Hello, uncle!"

The presiding monk was obviously very familiar with the two young monks, and laughed casually.

"Two little bastards, came to test again today, do you still want to lift that thousand-weight stone lock?"

Both nodded.

"Uncle Master knows, both of us have already lifted a [-]-pound stone lock, and it's only a little while before we can lift a thousand-pound stone lock."

Speaking of which, the expressions of the two of them are quite proud.

Given their age, it was extremely difficult to lift a [-]-pound stone lock.

Compared with the core elite disciples in the temple, it is naturally incomparable.

Compared with ordinary disciples of the same age, they are already considered to be relatively excellent beings.

If you can lift a stone lock that weighs [-] jin, pass the qualification test, and get the qualification to enter the Bronze Man Formation...

Alas, this kind of thing, just think about it in a dream, the gap in reality is really too big!

"Hey, why are the lights in this room on?"

It was only then that the two discovered the anomaly.

I saw that the lights in the three rooms in the courtyard were all bright.

How is this going?

Could it be that someone just passed the three-stage test?

"Haha, today there is a young lay disciple who passed the test of the three levels of the Organ Bronze Man Formation in one breath, and became a master of the third stage."

The mood of the presiding monk was obviously extremely comfortable.

"I haven't had time to clean up these rooms, and you all came in."

The two young monks were shocked when they heard the words.

"Uncle Shi, could it be the boy who went out wearing a mask just now?"

The presiding monk nodded slightly when he heard the words.

"That should be it. No one else is here today. Although this young man is a lay disciple, he should be a genius disciple from a certain master in the temple who was accepted at the foot of the mountain."

"The predestined relationship is not over, so I haven't been shaved. In the future, I will have a predestined relationship and become a monk. I will have another master in Shaolin."

"By the way, he has made an appointment for the fourth level test three days later. I want to see how far he can go and whether he can really become a fourth-dan master?"

In the eyes of the presiding monk, a bright light flashed.

He is a little bit confused about Zhang Junbao's strength now.

Therefore, there is also some vague expectation for him to break through the fourth level of the Bronze Man Array.

After listening to the host monk's words, the two young monks looked at each other, and both saw expressions of astonishment in each other's eyes.

The master of the third stage is really a little far away from the two of them.

A master of the fourth stage is even more out of reach.

Such a master must have far better hearing than ordinary people.

He didn't hear what he said just now, did he?

The direct disciples received by the master in the temple went down the mountain, not to mention martial arts, just their identity can crush them both to death.

Thinking of this, how could the two not be frightened?

Especially the young monk who just said he wanted to teach Zhang Junbao a lesson. At this moment, his face was as white as ash, and the sweat dripped from his face densely and rolled down! .

Chapter 6