C5 Martial Skill Pavilion

However, Ling Xiao was different today. As the Ling Family's hope, all of the Ling Residence's higher ups would not restrict Ling Xiao too much.

At the entrance of the Martial Skill Pavilion, Ling Xiao looked around.

Although he was the hope of the clan, Ling Xiao had never come here before. The Martial Skill Building was six stories tall. The entire building was twenty meters long and fifteen meters wide. Compared to the others, it still seemed especially tall.

After walking a few steps, Ling Xiao felt a huge force approaching him, as if it was resisting the approach of tens of thousands of people. Maybe this layer of invisible power was the power to protect the Martial Skill Pavilion, no wonder there were not many people guarding it, it might be related to this layer of film. After walking a few steps forward, he realized that the resisting force was also getting stronger and stronger. Ling Xiao thought to himself that it was just right to see where his limits were.

Right now, Ling Xiao was twenty meters away from a good friend in the Martial Skill Pavilion. According to Ling Xiao's estimations, with every extra step, his strength would increase by about a thousand kilograms. From this, it could be imagined how much strength a hundred thousand kilograms of strength was in the eyes of mortals.

Don't look at how Ling Xiao could easily lift a thousand kilogram boulder previously, but Ling Xiao realized that he was almost at his limit by the time he took his fifth step. Could this be my limit? Am I going to use my family's medallion so soon? No, I, Ling Xiao am still alright. I want to break my own limits! "Ahhh!"

Ling Xiao was in a special environment, so he did not notice that not far from the Martial Skill Pavilion, there was an old man who was looking at him from afar. A sharp light flashed in his eyes as he praised, "Not bad. You know how to use external forces to break through your limits. My Ling family will soon flourish."

Ling Xiao felt the strength around him, and felt that his body was about to split open. He took another step, shua, his skin was already starting to crack, and with another step, blood was already flowing out. "Ah!"

"Foolish brat, you don't know how to use your family's medallion!" It was the old man from earlier who saved Ling Xiao. After a while, Ling Xiao slowly woke up. He then realized that he seemed to be inside the Martial Skill Pavilion.

"Brat, why are you so desperate? Look at you, if you use the command token, then you can easily enter."

"Senior, this boy also wanted to see where his limit was. Thus, he was careless and did not think too much about it." Ling Xiao quickly replied.

"Hmm, then do you know where your weaknesses lie?" the old man asked.

"Senior, I feel that my body is not strong enough to withstand that power." Ling Xiao answered truthfully, which was also his own true feeling.

"That's right. If a martial artist wants powerful strength, they must have a strong body. If power is water, then your body is like a container, and the amount of power you can possess, it all depends on your body, however, the path of cultivation, is to fight against the heavens and go against the heavens, after reaching a certain realm, cultivators still have to come together, and that is to fuse their spirit and flesh together. This is still too early for you, are you here to choose a martial skill or cultivation technique? " the old man asked.

"Senior, is there any difference between a martial skill and a cultivation technique?" Ling Xiao still asked.

"Martial techniques and cultivation techniques are divided into the same categories. The mortal, mystical, spiritual, earthly, celestial, saint, emperor, and emperor. Each level was divided into upper, middle, and lower. Among them, the Emperor and Emperor grade martial skills are legendary existences that even my Ling family did not see at its peak. "Every single Saint rank cultivation technique and martial skill is enough to cause the major powers to fight amongst themselves. For it, it is normal for blood to flow like rivers and corpses to reach millions."

The old man paused here. Evidently, these things that shocked Ling Xiao too much needed to be adapted to for now. So martial skills and cultivation techniques are both that important. Suddenly, I feel that my friend's path is too far away. "

Seeing Ling Xiao speak, the old man continued, "Every family, sect, nation, and where the power comes from, they just need to rely on these. A powerful martial skill can even turn an ordinary person into a peerless expert. The higher the level of the technique, the greater the potential. In the same environment, the lower the level of the cultivation technique, the lower the level of the technique, and the higher the level of the technique, the higher the level of the technique. Do you understand? "

"Senior, I understand. Please continue!" Ling Xiao realized that he had been very ignorant in the past.

"Martial skills, they are a method that has been continuously improved by others, forming a special method. Martial skills have offensive, defensive, befuddled, sealing, and other types … Of course, the higher the rank of a martial skill, the higher the realm it requires. At the same time, it will consume a great deal of energy. "Okay, now you can choose a cultivation method or a martial skill. As for what you can choose, that will depend on your lucky chance." With that said, the old man let Ling Xiao choose.

"Senior, may I ask what the highest grade of our Ling Family back then was?" Of course, Ling Xiao also wanted to choose a very good one.

"The highest grade of our Ling Family was a high-grade saint rank. Alright, go and choose. Whatever you choose will depend on you!" The old man waved his hand and suddenly disappeared.

Seeing this scene, Ling Xiao could not help but become extremely curious.

Every floor of the Martial Skill Pavilion had a huge difference. The higher the floor, the fewer there were. It seemed that high level Martial Skill manuals were very rare.

"Meteor shower, middle grade Profound Rank martial skill. When used, it releases many attacks at the same time, making it hard for one to guard against it."

"Thousand Layered Waves, upper rank Earth Realm martial skill. One strike, one strike. Layer upon layer, endless power."

"The Phantom Tracing, a support type High Rank Earth Realm martial skill. It can increase your speed by a lot, just like a mirage. It makes people want to see it."

There were still many martial skills left. Furthermore, Ling Xiao was only able to enter the third floor at the moment.

After looking at it for a long time, Ling Xiao decided to choose < Phantom Tracing >, a martial skill that belonged to the exhaustion of movement techniques.

After choosing his martial skills, Ling Xiao walked over to the shelf where the cultivation techniques were kept to read them carefully.

"Frost Arts, an ice type Spiritual Tier High Rank skill, suitable for females to cultivate."

"Burning Heaven Secret Art of the Raging Inferno, a fire attribute mid-grade Earth rank cultivation technique. Cultivating it requires a large amount of fire attribute resources."

"Nine Star Heavenly Stellar Spell, a high-grade Earth Realm martial art. When I cultivate, I use the star power to train my body."

Ling Xiao was a little hesitant. Everything was fine, but what about the choice? After some hesitation, Ling Xiao walked to the end of the shelf. Suddenly, Ling Xiao felt a strange movement in his dantian, and knew that it was his dantian helping him. After searching for a long time, Ling Xiao finally found a tattered scroll in the corner. Opening it, he found nothing, and just as he was about to throw it away, his dantian moved again.

"Finished, boy?" As soon as he came out, the elder appeared.

"Yes, senior. I chose the [Phantom Tracing] and this scroll." Ling Xiao took out the martial skill manual for the old man to see.

As for this scroll, boy, you are sure that you want to choose it. You should know that from the time this scroll was obtained until now, no one has been able to unravel the secrets within. The old man instructed.

"Senior, don't worry. I'll take it." Ling Xiao did not hesitate and persevered on his own feeling.

"Ai, forget it. Ten days later, remember to return them. Remember not to spread the news."

"That kid will take his leave now." Ling Xiao returned the greeting and turned back.

"I hope that this boy will be able to reap some rewards. Whether you can open the scroll that all of the Royal Faction is fighting for will depend on you!" After speaking, the old man once again had a stooped appearance.

After returning to his room, Ling Xiao could not wait to take out his rewards.

< Phantom Tracing > was divided into nine levels. Each level could create a shadow, causing one to be unable to differentiate between the real and the fake. After the fourth level, the phantoms would have the same ability, aura, and all sorts of other aspects as the real bodies. Of course, there was a 90% difference in strength between the phantoms and the real bodies.

"What? Such a perverted martial skill? How could it only be an Earth Rank martial skill?" After that, Ling Xiao started to practice the techniques described above. Ling Xiao realized that in order to cultivate the [Phantom Tracing], one needed to fight in actual combat.

After reading it, Ling Xiao took out the mysterious scroll, just what was it that could cause such a reaction in his Dantian?

Even though Zhang Xuan slowly infused his zhenqi into the scroll, there was still no reaction from it. After that, Ling Xiao thought of various methods to use water and fire, but the scroll still did not move an inch, as if it was dead, what should he do with it?

It was night. Ling Xiao thought back to the previous strange scene, could it be that he still had to borrow strength from the stars? Holding onto a strand of hope, Ling Xiao took the scroll and went under the moonlight and imbued Innate Qi into it. After a while, Ling Xiao's Dantian also slowly emitted purple gold light spots onto the scroll. At this time, an astonishing scene appeared. Within the purple gold light, the scroll began to emit a faint silver light. But, what made everyone depressed was that the scroll had a reaction, but they couldn't see the character. What should they do?

With that thought in mind, Ling Xiao immediately bit through Zi Jin's index finger and dripped a drop of his own blood into it. Suddenly, the scroll disappeared, and reappeared inside Ling Xiao's dantian.

In shock, lines of small words "Chaotic Divine Seal Spell" appeared in Ling Xiao's mind.