Prehistoric: Spoiler for Nuwa at the beginning

This made Patriarch Bodhi a little annoyed.

"I told you not to aim too high, don't talk big, you..."

But before he finished speaking, he saw all kinds of magical lights emerging from Monkey King, and he actually demonstrated [-] magical powers over and over again.

Patriarch Bodhi: "????"

What do I see?

The one hundred and eight supernatural powers are split from the Bajiu Xuangong, which is the basic version of the Bajiu Xuangong, but the further you go, the more difficult it is to learn.

Even quasi-sages won't be able to fully grasp it for a while.

In the end, this monkey head actually... just read it once?

"Master, this skill looks very simple! Is there something more difficult? Can you teach me the eight or nine profound skills?"

Chapter 492 Monkey King: My talent is too bad

Patriarch Bodhi fell silent for a moment.

This Hericium really deserves to be an amazing creation, the talent is so strong that even a saint like him is speechless!

"Yes, these one hundred and eight magical powers can only be regarded as small skills in the prehistoric world. You can learn them so quickly, which shows that your aptitude is not too bad, and you can be cultivated." Patriarch Bodhi said calmly.

Sun Wukong's expression was slightly downcast, it turns out that his aptitude is not too strong!

"Next, I'll teach you eight or nine profound kung fu. If you can learn it, it's not a bad idea to crush the divine court," said Patriarch Bodhi.

"Please teach me, master!" Sun Wukong was overjoyed.

"The Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kungfu is called the No. [-] Divine Kungfu in the prehistoric world, because after it is completed, it is unparalleled in its miraculous power. It is also the method that has the best chance to prove the Tao with strength." Patriarch Bodhi said with a smile.

As he spoke, he pointed a little golden light on Monkey King's forehead.

At this time, in Monkey King's mind, a giant holding a god ax swung the ax, and the ax smashed into the chaos.

In the next moment, a radiant light burst out from under the ax blade.

Watching this scene, Monkey King was fascinated.

He suddenly had a feeling that as long as he became as powerful as this giant, then he could smash the world of Gods with an axe!

"Since you have already learned the basic version of the one hundred and eight magical powers, it should be easier to get started with the eighty-nine profound arts. How long do you think it will take you to master the first level!" Patriarch Bodhi asked.

The name of the No. [-] magical skill in the prehistoric world, Bajiu Xuan Gong, was not conferred by the ancestor Bodhi himself.

After all, everyone knows that Bajiu Xuan Gong is a skill practiced by Pan Gu.

Although it was incomplete later, it can still cultivate to the realm of a saint.

Its powerful power can make it easier for people to understand the Dao.

but!

Bajiu Xuangong is extremely difficult to learn!

Some quasi-sages need to spend thousands of years to get started, let alone practice later.

Therefore, there are not many people who practice eighty-nine profound arts in the whole prehistoric world.

Like Yang Jian's innate talent, it took nearly 20 years to complete the first level of Xuan Gong!

No matter how good this Hericium's qualifications are, it will take more than ten years!

"Master, I think three months is enough!" Sun Wukong said quietly, then scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

???

Zhunti was full of question marks, and almost exclaimed, but fortunately he held back, took a deep breath, and pretended to be calm. .

"How long did you just say?"

"Three...months..." Sun Wukong said weakly.

He thought that Patriarch Bodhi felt that he said three months was too long, so he felt a little weak.

After a while, he whispered again: "If I work harder, I can do it in two months. Master, isn't my talent very bad?"

Patriarch Bodhi pretended to be calm, and secretly cursed at the evildoers!

You are also called poor talent?

Are there any talented people in the prehistoric world?

"Hey, it's not too bad! It's generally...above the middle level. You have to keep working hard!" Patriarch Bodhi sighed.

Sun Wukong also sighed in a low voice.

Sure enough, he is an ordinary stone monkey, how could he have such a talent!

"Master, I will not let you down." Monkey King said resolutely.

I have to resurrect Grandpa Monkey and the others, and I have to shatter the court of God.

Although the talent is not good, but he has to pay a hundred times, a thousand times the effort!

"You, go down first! When you have completed the first level of Xuan Gong, when will you come see me again." Patriarch Bodhi waved his hand.

Sun Wukong bowed and resigned, thinking secretly, it seems that he has let the master down!

Be sure to complete the first level of Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kung Fu as soon as possible.

After Sun Wukong left, Patriarch Bodhi looked melancholy.

"This monkey head, the talent is really great!"

Then, he glanced viciously at the door again.

"Hmph! A bunch of bastards from the Yaozu!"

When Sun Wukong entered the meditation room of Patriarch Bodhi, somewhere in Fangcun Mountain, there was a burst of laughter.

"Tell me, what will happen to Zhunti when he hears Wukong's question?" A young man in a green shirt laughed teasingly.

"Break out the overlord body of the gods and demons in the Divine Court Realm with one punch, the Gui Da Escape Technique that crosses ten realms in one step, and the nine-turn Wuji Kung Fu that can resist the half-step Dao, you really can imagine it!"

"Anyway, it's acting! Maybe Zhunti will enjoy it too! Wouldn't it be good for Zhunti to teach Wukong all the things at the bottom of the box?" Someone laughed.

At this time, a young man in white seemed to have a sense, and said with a smile: "Wukong came out from Zhunti."

"I'll go this time! Zhunti must have taught him a lot. In order to prevent Wukong from getting restless, I'll suppress his arrogance." It was a burly young man who spoke.

As soon as the words fell, he turned into a ray of light and came out.

The rest quickly followed.

"Brother Shi Jian!" Sun Wukong bowed when he saw the person coming.

"Wukong, the master summoned you in the middle of the night, but what incredible method did he teach you?" Shi Jian, also known as Yingzhao, asked.

"Senior brother, although the master didn't teach me such things as the supernatural body of the gods and demons, he also taught me an extremely mysterious exercise called the eight-nine mysterious exercise. That exercise is really too difficult, and I can't practice it well." Sun Wukong was a little frustrated.

"Bajiu Xuangong? Can't practice well?" Yingzhao frowned.

He has also heard of the name of Bajiu Xuangong.

This skill has been widely spread in the prehistoric times, but not many people know it.

Could it be that Sun Wukong was stopped by the one hundred and eight magical powers that he had entered?

But Sun Wukong's talent is obviously excellent!

Why can't even practice one hundred and eight supernatural powers well?

Yingzhao wanted to find out the problem, so he said to Sun Wukong: "Wukong, you have learned all the things from your master just now, and you have put them into practice. In this way, you hit me, and I will see how much you have improved over the years."

He was also on a whim, and it was said in the past that Sun Wukong was extremely talented, and his heels were no worse than those of Lao Tzu's top innate sages.

In the past 100 years, the seal that Senior Mo Luo placed on Sun Wukong at that time was also slowly unraveling, and his strength will definitely increase sharply.

But how strong it is, no one knows.

Because Sun Wukong is an anomaly, I am afraid that even Empress Nuwa can't see Sun Wukong's cultivation.

There is nothing that can be seen more clearly than fighting with Monkey King.

After discovering Yingzhao's intentions, those monsters hiding in the dark all concentrated their attention.

"Isn't Yingzhao too reckless! This guy is a quasi-sage and powerful. If he fights with Xiao Wukong, what if he hurts Xiao Wukong?" Bai Ze, who turned into a white-clothed youth, was a little angry.

He took care of Monkey King to grow up, and he has the deepest relationship with Monkey King.

"It shouldn't be a big problem. If Yingzhao can't even grasp this point, what's the use of his quasi-sage cultivation base?" Lu Ya in red said.

At this moment, Sun Wukong took a look at Yingzhao, and he was also eager to try. He also wanted to see how far he was from these senior brothers.

"Senior brother Shi Jian, you've offended me!" Sun Wukong's eyes froze immediately, and he mobilized his whole body's strength to gather together the one hundred and eight magical powers taught by Patriarch Bodhi just now, and condensed them into his own fists.

Chapter 493 You Was Beaten By A Monkey

Seeing the golden light on Sun Wukong's body and the divine light bursting out, Yingzhao's eyes brightened.

Anyway, this little monkey is very imposing!

But in order to prevent him from having arrogance in the future, he still needs to be suppressed.

He decided to rely on his own magical powers to protect the body, and it would be enough to injure Monkey King after the shock.

At this time, Monkey King's fist was approaching.

However, when he felt the power condensed in Monkey King's fist, Yingzhao's heart suddenly jumped.

I rely on!

This is quasi-saint-level coercion!

With this in mind, Yingzhao quickly mobilized more power to protect her body.

Can!

Still a step too late.

Sun Wukong's fist landed on Yingzhao's chest like a thunderbolt.

"Boom—"

The entire square inch mountain was trembling because of this blow.

"What happened?"

"Did this idiot Yingzhao lose his sense of proportion? Otherwise, how could he have such great power!?"

Thinking of this, Bai Ze took the lead and rushed out, quickly hugging Monkey King who fell on the ground.

"Wukong, are you okay!"

"Ahem...Senior brother Qingxuzi, I'm fine!" Sun Wukong turned pale, and then slowly got up.

Afterwards, he saluted Yingzhao again, and said with admiration: "Senior Shi Jian is really powerful, even if he doesn't make a move, he can knock me back with the force of the shock. I just don't know that among the many senior brothers, Shi Jian, What is the ranking?"

Yingzhao said with a serious face, "I have been above Cunshan for more than a thousand years, and I have practiced for thousands of years, but my strength is only in the middle and lower reaches among many senior brothers."

White Pond:"???"

Lu Ya: "???"

Middle and lower reaches?

What an open-eyed nonsense.

The strength of Yingzhao can already be ranked in the top five among the Yaozu.

In the prehistoric world, even a saint can be considered a leader.

What the hell is the middle and lower reaches.

Then, Yingzhao added another sentence: "I don't even have a reputation in Fangcun Mountain, let alone in the prehistoric. Although the master taught you a wonderful method, but Wukong Junior Brother, you must move forward with humility."

Everyone in the Yaozu almost lost their voices collectively.