The air in the mountains was very humid, and Lin Tian did not dare to light a fire for fear of being noticed by the Xiao family and the Mo family. He held Lin Xi and leaned against the trunk of a thick tree, looking at the raging fire in the darkness in the distance with a scary look in his eyes.
Waves of pain came through his body, and sleepiness also came over him. Soon after, Lin Tian fell into a deep sleep.
Relying on the thick tree trunk, Lin Tian had a dream. In the dream, he stood on a vast expanse of sky. Looking from a distance, he saw nine hazy figures standing in front of them, with a long sword suspended in the middle, shining brightly. Shine.
Suddenly, the nine people moved and all grabbed the long sword in the center.
Lin Tian opened his eyes wide. At this moment, the nine people were fighting together. He saw the sky collapsing and the earth sinking. Thunder struck down one after another, and beams of divine light rushed up, as if the world was being destroyed. .
After that, the scene turned again, and he saw a long sword falling from the sky, passing through layers of vague barriers, and rushing straight towards him.
"Mom!"
Lin Tian yelled and opened his eyes suddenly, his forehead covered with cold sweat.
The night was still dark, and he was still leaning on the thick tree trunk behind him. Lin Xi was lying in his arms, perhaps because she was too sad and was not awakened by his loud scream. Lin Tian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. The dream just now was too scary. The long sword flew towards him at the end. The scene was too real.
He let out a breath, then suddenly started.
sword
Where is the sword in his hand
He remembered that when he was holding Lin Xi, the iron sword was always in his right hand, but now it was gone!
Thinking of the dream just now, Lin Tian broke into a cold sweat. He glanced around and suddenly noticed that his palms were emitting a little light.
He put his right hand in front of his eyes, and his pupils suddenly trembled. At this moment, there was a sword pattern in his hand. The appearance of this sword pattern was clearly the same as the iron sword he picked up under the cliff!
"this… "
Lin Tian's pupils tightened.
At this moment, a sharp pain hit his mind. Lin Tian felt as if a heavy hammer had hit his head hard. The heart-pounding pain made him almost want to scream.
However, the pain did not last long and quickly dissipated.
Lin Tian's whole body was wet with sweat, and then he was shocked again. At this moment, many mysterious and complicated things suddenly appeared in his mind, such as spells, divine patterns, Taoist seals, all kinds of strange and dazzling lights... Finally, an obscure ancient scripture poured in and clanked in his mind. And chirping.
Lin Tian was shocked, what is this? Practicing exercises
This idea shocked Lin Tian.
He absorbed all the memories of this body and knew that the world he was in now was a country that respected martial arts. Martial arts was practice and was the dream of all young people. Every year, countless people wanted to embark on the road to martial arts. However, cultivation requires skills, which are difficult to obtain and cannot be possessed by ordinary small aristocratic families. In Beiyan, most of the powerful cultivation skills are controlled by the empire.
For example, in Fengjian City, in and around this huge city, only Jiuyang Martial House and a few martial arts families set up by Beiyan Kingdom have cultivation techniques. However, the cultivation techniques possessed by ordinary martial arts families are very average, far from being able to Compared with Jiuyang Wufu. Moreover, the martial arts family will not pass on the practice skills to people outside the family. Therefore, every year, countless passionate young people who are determined to martial arts will break their heads and rush to the Jiuyang Martial Palace, hoping to become a disciple of the Martial Palace and learn powerful skills. Practice the exercises and truly embark on the path of spiritual practice.
Lin Tian was not from a martial arts family and had never joined the Jiuyang Martial House, but now he might have obtained the cultivation technique. How could he not be shocked
Taking a deep breath, Lin Tian quickly sorted out the things that came to his mind. After an hour, his eyes lit up, and he had indeed sorted out a complete set of cultivation techniques!
The divine art of body tempering, the Four Pole Sutra!