In the following days.
Lin Beichen came to the gymnasium every day, first practicing Thunder Skill, then martial arts, and finally the horse stance.
As for Li Shiting and the other two, they came whenever they didn't have classes, spending their time meditating. Although they hadn't made any breakthroughs, the three who were fated for cultivation were delighted to continue.
On this day, Li Shiting and the others were all in class.
The vast gymnasium was left with only Lin Beichen.
After finishing his Thunder Skill practice, he began practicing the Shaolin Twelve-Legged Spring Kicks as usual.
One time...
Two times...
Three times...
...
He practiced over and over again.
He didn't know how many times he had repeated it.
Suddenly!
Lin Beichen stopped, his expression showing some astonishment.
Just now, during the last round of practicing the Shaolin Twelve-Legged Spring Kicks...
He felt his legs becoming as hard as steel while performing the leg technique!
