[The first thousand two hundred and twenty-three chapters more than 30 million kinds of martial arts
This is the second reminder to Feng Ziyue from the Xuanyuan Ancient Battlefield after Old Man Moqiu.
In this world, the status of the human race is worrying, and everyone must be useful; those who are useless will naturally be abandoned.
And those who have invested countless resources in training will give up the fastest if they cannot play their due role. By then, it will really be no different from death.
"I'll save it."
Feng Ziyue nodded.
The living dead man looked back at him, as if he wanted to say something, but when he saw Feng Ziyue's indifferent face, he couldn't help but be a little surprised, and finally stopped talking.
Even if there are outsiders who can be as calm as Feng Ziyue, there are only a few recorded in history.
This calm young man left a deep impression on him.
"I hope you won't end up in this situation..."
The living dead sighed and pointed at the Holy Martial Monument behind him, "Now you can choose martial arts. We don't have much time to waste here. After you choose the martial arts you need, a waiter will take you there.
Your living quarters and all supplies for three years will be provided by the ancient palace. If you have any needs, please ask the waiter directly. As long as the Xuanyuan Ancient Palace can do it, we will not refuse."
He frowned and his face turned cold, "Women, fine wine, delicious food, and all kinds of enjoyment can be provided here, but I hope you remember that these enjoyments represent the sacrifices of others. All of these are your future
You have to pay it back."
In such a harsh environment as the Xuanyuan Ancient Battlefield, the enjoyment of a few people can still be guaranteed.
Xuanyuan Ancient Palace provides everything. It just hopes to get a useful person. Feng Ziyue sighed and nodded slightly.
Naturally, he doesn't need any enjoyment. For him, learning martial arts itself is the greatest enjoyment.
From the moment he stepped into Xuanyuan Ancient Palace, he had already made up his mind.
In the short term, it seems that it is impossible to return to the galaxy world. People in the Xuanyuan Ancient Battlefield seem to never know how to leave this battlefield. And because of the harsh environment and huge suppression force, Fengzi also
Yue cannot step into the galaxy space to explore the directions he was familiar with before.
Even if he could really get rid of the oppressive force of the Xuanyuan Ancient Battlefield and enter the universe, the possibility of returning to the vast sea of stars would be slim.
Now that he's here, he'll make peace with it. Anyway, the contact with his family in the Five Treasures Shrine remains normal. For Feng Ziyue, it doesn't matter if he settles down in such a world for the time being.
What's more, there is peerless martial arts in front of him. With his character, it is absolutely impossible to ignore it.
And the environment of the human race here is so bad, if he succeeds in learning, he will naturally do his best.
"Ignore other things for now, let me take a look at the martial arts of this Holy Martial Monument first!"
Feng Ziyue took a deep breath and said goodbye to the living dead. He slowly walked towards the Holy Martial Monument that emitted white light.
The aura coming from the Shengwu Heavenly Monument was huge and mixed.
Killing, power, control, arrogance, chill...
These martial arts students seemed to be vying for the first place, showing off their momentum in front of Feng Ziyue!
"These martial arts have all reached the level where they have gods and spirits and choose their own masters. It can be seen that the level of martial arts recorded in this Holy Martial Monument is very high."
From the martial arts secrets that Feng Ziyue had seen, those that could reach this level were all sensational secrets, and there were more than 30 million such secrets recorded on the Shengwutian Monument.
To what extent has the martial arts in Xuanyuan Ancient Battlefield developed?
Feng Ziyue's heart was awe-inspiring, but his blood was also boiling.
After he understood the Questioning Heart Sword Canon and defeated the Sword Frost Yin, he just entered the bottleneck period of martial arts. In the short term, he could not see the future direction.
I never imagined that I would encounter such an opportunity just after reaching this point.
What if it is a murderous and terrifying world? With the sword in my hand, even if there are thousands of people, I will go!
He took a deep breath again, walked to the Shengwu Heavenly Monument, stretched out his hand, and gently touched the profound writings.
"The incarnation of the Eight-part Whirling God King**!"
"Stab the vertebrae in the heart and turn the fingers into shapes!"
"Heaven's Will Sword!"
"Broken Nine Heavens Sword Technique!"
Every name records a piece of epic history. Behind these martial arts, there is a great figure. Although the origins of many people have been unknown, their names, experiences, and how they died are not known.
Is it vigorous or unknown?
But martial arts recorded everything about them, and their traces were left on the Holy Martial Monument.
For a warrior, maybe this is enough.
Feng Ziyue gently stroked these martial arts handwritings with some respect.
Every one of them is indeed an earth-shattering martial arts.
There are more than 30 million kinds of such martial arts.
He was not in a hurry to make a choice. He tapped his toes lightly, as if he was walking in the void, rising step by step.
Every time he stepped onto a floor, he could see countless mysterious martial arts passing by in front of him. Feng Ziyue only glanced at them briefly to understand their outline, with a thoughtful expression on his face.
"There are so many kinds of martial arts here, making the choice itself is an extremely difficult thing."
The living dead did not go far away. He stood at the entrance of the Shengwu Heavenly Monument, looking at Feng Ziyue Lingkong's back with a strange expression on his face.
For outsiders, this is actually the first test.
There are more than 30 million kinds of martial arts. Even if you look through them, you don't know how much time it will take. What's more, finding the most suitable martial arts for you is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
Some people spend a lot of time and fail to find a suitable martial arts. It is not until three years are almost over that they make a hasty decision. Naturally, there will be no achievements if they do it hastily.
And some people are worried that they don't have enough time to practice, so they just choose a martial art at random and practice behind closed doors. Unless they are very lucky and it just suits them, otherwise, it will be difficult to achieve anything in a short period of time.
"What choice will this kid make?"
At this time, Feng Ziyue had not yet made a choice.
He just moved upward slowly and continuously, sensing the huge treasure house of martial arts with his spiritual mind.
Vast and infinite!
Absolutely no one in this world can master all these martial arts. When so many martial arts are placed in front of you, you will always feel shocked involuntarily.
Within Feng Ziyue's body, a purple energy and a sword energy began to surge under the influence of this mighty martial arts aura.