Li Ye looked at him and nodded gently.

"If you let Master Minghui know, it is estimated that the old monks in Prajna Temple will be reluctant to let you go. Even Master Poxu Seng spent hundreds of years to practice this kung fu to a perfect state? You

Are you sure you didn’t feel wrong?”

Mr. Li Ye and Ouyang Dongli were shocked and speechless by what Li Ye said. They were speechless for a long time.

According to Master Minghui, in the current Prajna Temple, only Li Ye can cultivate the formless body to the current state!

A martial art that is about to be lost allows an unknown lay disciple to practice to the seventh level of Xiaocheng.

At this time, Li Ye was only ten years old. If he continued to practice at this speed, he might be able to practice this skill to perfection in less than ten years.

Even the calm-minded gentleman felt a glimmer of expectation in his heart.

He expected his disciples to create miracles.

Although he did not practice this skill himself.

Ouyang Dongli had heard his husband introduce this magical skill in Buddhism, but he did not expect that his new disciple would practice the supreme skill of Buddhism, which was about to be lost, to the seventh level at a young age.

And it has broken through a small realm in a short period of time, which has to be said to be a miracle.

"It seems that it is the right thing for you to practice sword making with Master Ouyang!" Mr. murmured.

"It seems I am lucky to have a disciple like you!" Ouyang Dongli murmured.

"Looks like I'm going to cook some side dishes tonight to celebrate!" Li Hongxiu said with a smile.

"Looks like there's meat to eat again tonight, oh!" Mu Mu clapped her little hands aside and laughed happily.
Chapter completed!