All the Masters in the World Are My Free Kung Fu Library

On the day Ye Jinglan was sentenced to be deposed, everyone in the clan heaved a sigh of relief. It would be better if it were useless. This guy's eyes are so weird, he stares at people and makes them feel uncomfortable. No one knew what he was looking at. In fact, he was watching the exercises. He has a way, called the Tao of Stealing - look at the three breaths, and what you see is what you get. Kung Fu, secret techniques, and special skills can be stolen by anyone who sees them with their own eyes, without missing a beat. There is no need for Taoist knowledge, talent, or resources. All it takes is someone willing to do it in front of him. But from the day he was deposed, there was no shortage of enthusiastic people. The cousin turned the Qingmang Jue three times to humiliate him - just enough for three breaths, so he stopped. The Qi Condensation Master raised his hand to suppress it - after reading the gesture, he borrowed a sealing technique. The genius of the Ye family lit a fingertip flame in front of him, mocking him for thinking about the technique even though he had ruined his Daoji - he lowered his head and quietly counted the interest: That's enough, let's go. This is Ye Jinglan's way of cultivation - he doesn't need to work hard, he just needs someone to bully him. The harder the bullying, the faster he will rise. Every time a strong man humiliated him, he personally gave him a unique skill. All the masters in the world are his free library of techniques.