Sharing Talents with Countless Versions of Myself

Chapter 128 – Eight major sects? Eight major bugs!

"Sir, what do you mean by this?"

Among the group of fifteen monks in the Mani Temple, an old monk stepped forward and bowed to Xu Zong, asking calmly.

At that moment, everyone's gaze converged on these two individuals.

"Master, why pretend to be ignorant?"

Xu Zong smiled and looked at the old monk.

"Take out the small cauldron from your chest!"

"Amitabha, venerable monk, I don't know what small cauldron you're talking about."

The old monk maintained a calm and composed posture, denying the existence of any small cauldron.

"Hehe."

Xu Zong chuckled lightly and raised his right hand slightly.

The old monk was taken aback for a moment, then his expression changed drastically.

The pitch-black small cauldron flew out from his chest and automatically flew towards Xu Zong.

The old monk was shocked and quickly struck it with his staff, as if trying to knock the small cauldron away.

"Dong!"

But when he struck the small cauldron, it emitted a dull bell sound, yet its flight path remained steady, swiftly flying into Xu Zong's hand.

"What a powerful technique!"

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