"Junior brother Tianming, why did you think of it today?"

"There is a disciple whom I am planning to teach the Arhat Kung Fu to, so let me report it."

"Junior brother, are you serious? How many years has no one mastered Arhat Gong?"

"After all, it was his choice."

"Choose it yourself?"

"Um."

"Okay. By the way, junior brother, how are your first-year disciples? Are there any with outstanding talents?"

"To be honest, Xuanci and the others are all pretty good. The best performer so far is undoubtedly Xuancheng."

"It's a pity that I'm too young. I won't see the results in a few years."

"Senior brother, are you in such a hurry?"

"Alas, now there are many masters of Putian Shaolin, Dali Tianlong, Tianshan Xiaoyao, Xixia Yipin, etc., but we, Songshan Shaolin, have been weak for a long time. Sometimes we have been silent for too long, which inevitably makes people covet us. Things about Quanzhou Shaolin Temple,

Junior brother should remember."

"I'm saving you. If there is a suitable disciple, I will recommend him."
Chapter completed!