The Whole Sect Is Asking: Who Is Jin Yong?

Chen Yu has been here for ten years and is still on the second level of Qi training. At the age of twenty-six, the outer gate was swept, and according to the sect's rules, one month later he packed up and went down the mountain. That night, a carousel spun out of his sea of ​​consciousness - Jin Yong's martial arts in the outer circle and devil fruit in the inner circle. But the turntable only gives one move a day, and the one it gives is still incomplete: the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms only have 10% of the power, and the frozen fruit can only throw ice cubes out of thin air. What's even worse is that the mastery is locked by cultivation. At the second level of Qi training, you can practice it until you are proficient at it. Just because it's drawn doesn't mean it can be used. In the outer sect competition, he put on a terribly slow air in front of everyone and roared with regret. The whole audience laughed like crazy. Then the protective formation during the Qi training period was broken. The three-thousand-year-old bell in the back mountain rang. The ancestor asked him: What is your master's surname? He blurted out two words. From that day on, the entire sect was searching for the same name—— Jin Yong, who is it?