"Shaolin Temple, they're actually from Shaolin Temple!"
"I heard that all the martial arts in the world originated from Shaolin Temple. There must be many elites in Shaolin Temple!"
"This young monk in the lead looks extraordinary and handsome. He must be powerful!"
Everyone discussed spiritedly and looked at Lingjue with reverence.
Especially the women, their eyes lit up as they were attracted by Lingjue's appearance.
After all, whether it was the ancient martial arts world or the secular world, the name Shaolin Temple was well-known.
Sensing everyone's gazes, Lingjue's expression turned arrogant and smug.
Originally, he had been working nearby for the past two days.
Coincidentally, he had learned of this news last night, so he planned to come and fight.
Not long ago, he was injured by that bastard Bujie in Shaolin, causing him to lose all his face in front of his fellow disciples, sect master, and elders.