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"This is just the beginning." Fang Yang decided secretly.

Now he understands that he's not just competing to show off his skills.

He wanted to use his performance to change people's views on martial arts and let more people know about this ancient and great art. The abbot's eyes were flashing with excitement, and he couldn't wait to lead Fang Yang to the other disciples. Fang Yang stood in front of the disciples, ready to show more martial arts skills.

He closed his eyes "650", calmed down, and completely relaxed his body.

With a deep breath, Fang Yang opened his eyes, and a faint aura emanated from him.

He took a step forward, clenched his right fist and pushed forward.

This push seemed to convey a huge force to the doctor.

"Arhat Fist!"

The other disciples exclaimed.

Fang Yang's body movements perfectly match this boxing technique, and every movement appears precise and smooth.

His body seemed to be integrated into the Arhat Fist, and every movement was full of power and intensity.

Everyone onlookers exchanged words.

"Look at the strength and speed of Fang Yang's punch, which is not inferior to that of a master martial artist!"

Li Zhou said excitedly.

Other disciples were also amazed by this.

"That's right! The Arhat Fist he demonstrated is simply amazing!"

"He may have been born with such a talent for martial arts."

Someone speculated.

"How else would it be possible to reach such a high level."

Everyone was discussing Fang Yang's martial arts talent and the subtlety of the Arhat Fist he used.

They stared intently at Fang Yang's every move, trying to discover more skills and mysteries. Fang Yang ended his demonstration, closed his fist and returned to his original position.

All the disciples clapped and applauded, admiring his martial arts performance.

The abbot stood in front of everyone and finally spoke after a moment of silence.

"Fang Yang has already shown such superb martial arts skills after practicing for only one afternoon, which is really amazing!"

The abbot's voice echoed throughout the courtyard.

Hearing the abbot's comments, other Shaolin disciples immediately started talking.

Some people lamented: "What kind of talent is this! He obviously just joined Shaolin not long ago."

There is also speculation.

"Maybe he has other martial arts training experiences outside.

In short, everyone is full of curiosity and admiration for Fang Yang's abilities....

However, during the discussion, the abbot suddenly shouted and stopped everyone.

"That's enough! You all stand down!"

Everyone was so frightened by the abbot's majestic posture and sharp eyes that they did not dare to say another word.

Everyone retreated silently, leaving only Fang Yang and Ji Zhou on the field.

Fang Yang stood aside, his eyes shining with confidence and determination.

He knows he still has a long way to go, but he has taken a solid step.

He believes in his own strength and believes that he can make greater contributions to Shaolin.

At this time, the abbot walked up to Fang Yang and patted him gently on the shoulder.

This action seemed ordinary, but it caused a shock in Fang Yang's heart.

He could feel Fang 4.1 Zhang's recognition and expectations for him.

"Fang Yang, the martial arts talent you have shown is rare in Shaolin.

The abbot's tone was solemn.

"I hope you can continue to practice hard and leave your own legend in our Shaolin.

Fang Yang bowed his head deeply and expressed to the abbot all his gratitude to his mentor.

"I will try my best to live up to your expectations.".