The Martial Arts Pavilion is very large. The first floor is where the outer disciples select their exercises and martial arts. All the exercises and martial arts on the human level are displayed.
The cultivation world has clear hierarchies, and martial arts and martial arts are also divided into clear levels. From low to high, there are four levels: human, spirit, earth, and heaven. Each level is divided into low-grade, medium-grade, high-grade, and super-grade.
Of course, Wei Zong knew that there were higher Tao levels, but in this world, the Heaven level was already the pinnacle.
For a small sect like Xuanyun Sect, the highest level of skills is only at the highest level of the talent level.
For outer sect disciples, all they have access to are human-level martial arts and martial arts. Spirit-level skills above human level are no longer provided free of charge, but require disciples or elders to exchange for their merits. Even many inner sect disciples,
Still using human level martial arts.
Zhang Yuan's uncle was the elder of the Punishment Hall, and he only got him a low-level spiritual martial art.
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Generally, disciples must carefully consider when choosing martial arts.
Wei Zong is obviously an exception.
His eyes quickly passed through the rows of martial arts, and soon he locked on a sword technique.
High-grade human grade, Canglang Sword.
That's it.
After making his decision, he immediately took the sword manual to the old man guarding the pavilion to register.
The old man opened his half-closed eyes and casually glanced at the exercises that Wei Zong took out. His originally indifferent expression turned a little weird.
Wei Zong felt a little strange when he saw the change in his expression.
"I dare to ask the elder, is there anything wrong with this martial arts?"
cough!
Clearing his throat, the old man said slowly:
"Did you know that this martial skill has been displayed in the Martial Arts Pavilion for more than ten years, but no disciple has ever chosen it? Why is this?"
"Disciple doesn't know, please ask the elders for advice." This aroused Wei Zong's interest, but he didn't expect that this martial skill he randomly selected still has some secrets.
"This Canglang Sword is originally a spiritual martial art with four moves, but the last move has long been lost. If you only practice the first three moves, the power will not be as good as other spiritual martial arts, because the peculiarity of this sword technique lies in its front
The three postures are preparation for the last posture." The old man rubbed his scalp and continued:
"Over time, the inner disciples were unwilling to choose it, so this sword technique was taken down from the spiritual martial arts area and classified as a human martial arts for the outer disciples to choose from."
"Then why don't the outer disciples choose it? Although this Canglang Sword is incomplete, it is still much more powerful than ordinary human-level martial arts." Wei Zong was still a little confused.
"Yes, this Canglang Sword is powerful and tyrannical, but the difficulty of understanding it is far higher than that of ordinary human-level martial arts. How can a group of little guys who are not in the physical training realm learn it? Before you, there were some people who did not believe in evil and expected to learn this.
The martial arts were a blockbuster, but in the end they all failed. If someone else had chosen, I wouldn't have said anything, but you..."
As if he thought of something interesting, the old man looked at Wei Cong with interest and continued: "The man you beat today, I remember, is the nephew of that old man Zhang Xinyuan."
"The elder is really powerful. He knew from such a distance that Zhang Yuan and I had a conflict." Wei Zong seemed to mean something.
He glanced at Wei Zong strangely, and the old man suddenly became a little surprised and confused. However, he was a mature man after all. He quickly suppressed the surprise and doubt in his heart. His face remained calm, pretending not to hear anything, and continued: "You messed up.
When it comes to Zhang Xinyuan, that old man is not easy to deal with. You are destined to have constant troubles in the future. If I were you, I would choose a reliable martial arts to improve my strength honestly instead of pinning my hopes on the unreliable Canglang Sword.
superior."
"Thank you for your kindness, elder, but I don't plan to change my disciple." Wei Zong replied in a neither humble nor overbearing tone.
"Humph, I don't know what to do! You'll be the one to suffer when the time comes!" the old man said angrily. After speaking, he closed his eyes and no longer planned to talk to Wei Zong.
Seeing the old man's attitude of seeing off guests, Wei Zong understood and bowed slightly.
"Disciple, please retire first."
The old man's half-closed eyelids drooped, as if he didn't hear Wei Zong's words.
Seeing this, Wei Zong was not annoyed, smiled slightly, and walked out of the martial arts pavilion.
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Two days later, in the small courtyard.
Wei Zong stood with his sword in hand.
Slowly, his figure moved, like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving no trace. His figure moved faster and faster, and he swung his sword one after another. The sky was filled with sword light, which was dazzling.
A gust of wind blew by, and several leaves swayed towards Wei Zong. Before they could reach him, they were torn to pieces by the sword light. It seemed to tell the world what kind of violent power was contained under this seemingly peaceful sword light.
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His sword is getting faster and faster, and has broken away from the constraints of moves. At first glance, it looks like a young man who is just learning the sword is swinging the sword randomly. But if you look closely, you will find the amazing beauty in his sword swing, every move.
They all coincide with the rhythm of heaven and earth, and every movement seems to be natural.
After a long time, he slowly sheathed his sword.
The fine steel sword in his hand was bought for thirty taels of silver in the Weapon Refining Pavilion. Although it was not a magic weapon, it was quite easy to use for him.
In the past two days, he has naturally not been idle. Not only did he perform the last move of the Canglang Sword, but his cultivation level also increased rapidly and he reached the level of Tongmai.
At the Tongmai realm, the eight extraordinary meridians are all open, and some spiritual power can be produced. Of course, this spiritual power is not enough to use spiritual martial arts, but Wei Zong can independently transport the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, so there is no need to worry.
Closing his eyes, the secret of Canglang Sword flowed in his heart, and the stainless steel sword in his hand was slowly raised.
Buzz!!
Accompanied by a sword cry, the long sword was unsheathed.
Wei Zong began to practice the Canglang Sword.
rolling waves
Long wind and waves
stormy sea
He performed the first, second, and third postures with ease, without any ambiguity. When it came to the last posture, various deductions for this martial art emerged.
In an instant, his swordsmanship changed, and the long steel sword drew a graceful arc in the air. The whistling spiritual energy poured into Wei Zong's body, and then converged on the sword in his hand.
This last formula is...
Thousands of waves...converging!
Wow!
There seems to be the sound of the tide emerging, the air is filled with the salty smell of sea water, and there is even a sea breeze blowing on your face, making you feel comfortable, as if you have arrived at the seaside.
But beneath this comfortable surface, there is an astonishing murderous intent.
A sword energy emerged. The sword energy was blue, the color of the sea.
At the same time, it also inherited the violence of the sea.
boom!!
The sword energy flew out and directly shattered the courtyard wall. In an instant, sand and gravel were scattered everywhere, and dust filled the air.
After an unknown amount of time, the dust dissipated, and Wei Zong looked around. Not only was a huge hole blasted out of the wall, but the sword energy flew out far away. The trees in the path were smashed, and the soil was rolled up, forming a
A long trail leads to the distance.
That is to say, Wei Zong was suppressed and lived in the most remote place, so no one else was alarmed. At this time, if anyone else saw this scene, they would probably dig out their own eyes. Who would have thought that such a blow would be
It was issued by a disciple who could not even condense his Qi. The power of this sword Qi was no less than a strike from the Tiangang Realm.
Even Wei Zong was a bit speechless. He didn't expect that the sword technique he took casually had touched the edge of the artistic conception. It seemed that when it was complete, the Canglang Sword was considered top-notch even among spiritual martial arts.
Of course, being able to use such a stunning blow was due to his own reasons. If it had been another body refining realm or even a Qi Condensing realm warrior, he would have been drained of spiritual power and died.
Now that he has mastered the swordsmanship, Wei Zong feels slightly at ease. He finally has the basic ability to protect himself. Even if he encounters a Tiangang realm warrior, he is sure to fight. He also has plans to go out for a walk.
Moreover, since he is about to break through the Qi Condensation Realm, it is also time to collect resources to prepare for his cultivation needs. Staying in the sect all the time and cultivating will not make him grow quickly.
In the world of warriors, wealth ranks first in the land of wealthy couples, which shows the importance of resources. Although his cultivation talent was mediocre in his previous life, he relied on his courage and many adventures along the way to collect a large amount of resources and cultivated to the Tao Master realm.
It just so happens that this year's sect mission has not been completed yet, so why not take advantage of this opportunity to complete it all together.
Thinking about it, he cleaned himself up and walked towards the trial hall.