The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 299

When the two elders took the sealed secret book and handed it to Xiang Yang, and there was no need to say anything to remind him, Xiang Yang had disappeared in place, obviously impatient to delve into the essence of it, and leaped away from this place with light work.

"He has an anxious personality. Do you think it is good or bad to entrust this saber technique to him? There are no less than ten masters who practiced this saber, and finally died of mental disorders. I am afraid that he will not be able to resist that one." Close."

The old man in black frowned, and said worriedly, this saber technique is indeed unpredictable, even with their eyesight, they can only see it half-knowledgeable, it is not deceiving Xiang Yang, but the taboos in it have not been revealed.

"This is fate. He has an unstable personality and is greedy for this knife. He never listened to our words. Whether it is a blessing or a curse, he will be responsible for it. What are you doing with this idleness?
Don't talk nonsense, let's continue the unfinished chess game, I don't believe that I still lose to you this time. "

Xiang Yang didn't hear the words of the two old men, but Dong Hao heard them clearly. Hearing the words, his heart came alive, he bowed his hands to the two of them, and then left.

After Dong Hao left, he didn't look for Xiang Yang. Instead, he came to a mountain pass with no one around. He cooed twice, and then a figure appeared in front of him.

"How is it? What news can you find out? What is the origin of this person? I paid so much for the position of leader, and this kid easily picked my peaches. How could he be easily taken advantage of?"

Although this man has a gentle and good appearance, he has a hideous face at the moment, and said in a very frightening way that if Xiang Yang saw this man, he would recognize him, Zhou Anmin.

"My lord, you don't need to worry, just now that Xiang borrowed and I went to Chuan Gong Pavilion together, two old bastards had malicious intentions and handed him the Twelve-Story Building Zhan Shen Dao.

According to my prediction, within three months, this person will definitely lose his mind and kill himself. At that time, it should be yours, or yours, and no one can take it away. "

This Dong Hao actually had a secret relationship with Zhou Anmin a long time ago, and told Zhou Anmin about this to reassure him.

"The Twelve-Story Tower Slaying God Knife? Those two old immortals still don't give up? That's right, who wouldn't want to understand the essence of such a collection of miraculous skills?

But I still feel uneasy, Xiang Jie has an unpredictable background, he is a master of martial arts at a young age, and I am no match for breaking through that level of pass. Are you sure that he will not realize the mystery of that sword technique? "

Zhou Anmin's face was happy at first, and he was very excited with his hands pinching the corners of his clothes. He walked up and down, but quickly worried, although he also thought that this possibility was unlikely, but what if?
"Well, it shouldn't be. People who have practiced this evil kung fu in the past have all died of mental disorders. Even powerful swordsmen like regular swordsmen can't resist it. No matter how powerful Xiang Jie is, it is impossible to penetrate the mystery. .”

Dong Hao's face froze, and after much deliberation he insisted that he didn't believe that Xiang Yang was the special one.

"That's right, this person is young, so he may not have any background, so you should stay by Xiang Ting's side for the time being, and report to me as soon as possible if there is any trouble.

Damn, what a brat actually cut off my beard, I really can't swallow it. "

Zhou Anmin had a refined appearance, and at this time he swears, which is quite contrary to harmony. Dong Hao was also stunned for a while. He didn't expect this person to be so angry. He immediately relieved him, and finally got to the point.
"Mr. Zhou, I'm already a grasshopper in the same boat as you. Shouldn't you give me the second half of the martial arts book?"

"Haha, it's just a mere Evergreen Kungfu, do you think I'll procrastinate on it? Here it is, practice hard, and when you master it, I'll give you a higher level of mentality, which is enough to free you from the weak Fate, become the master of your own life."

Dong Hao took the book quite happily, his eyes flashed brightly, and he thought to himself,

You haven't reached the realm of exuding your true energy yourself, and you don't even dare to confront Xiang Leng head-on. How dare you boast so much, do you really think I, Dong, is a fool?

But there is no need to be serious. When I have made great progress in my skills, with my seniority and the encouragement of my opponents, I will be promoted to the leader. At the latest half a year, I will only wait for Xiang to die due to insanity. I want everyone to look at me with admiration.

Ants also have the ambition to ascend to the sky, Zhou Anmin was delighted, but he never thought that this man who is as docile as a sheep in front of him has his own ambitions, and his calculations are deeper than him, but he is only trapped by lack of strength.

When he has practiced the Changchun Qigong given to him by Zhou Anmin this week, and then takes the Baicao Pill that he has kept privately for a long time, his internal strength has greatly improved, his military strength has soared, and his subordinates support him. Compared with Zhou Anmin, he is indeed more qualified to be promoted to the leader.

Leaving aside the intrigue between the two, on the other hand, Xiang Yang obtained the remnants of Han Xin Pill and Twelve Layers of Nervous Severing, performed Ti Yun Zong and went down the mountain quickly, and returned to his small house to study the new martial arts.

The sun shines into the room through the window, Xiang Yang sits at the table and spreads out the secret book. The book cover is light yellow and the top is tattered.

Twelve can no longer be seen clearly, and there are five large characters of Zhonglou Zhanshen, flying like dragons and phoenixes, each stroke is like a long knife slashing, shocking, and the sharpness brought by it hits the face even through the paper.

"Good handwriting, good handwriting, the person who wrote this word must also be a master of masters, and his sword skills are extremely superb."

In this world, Xiang Yang is not a martial artist who can't read big characters. His grandfather was once a scholar, and he also wrote good characters. He knows that the strokes are only external, and whether the characters are good or not depends on the strength of character and connotation.

The person who wrote the calligraphy may not be a master of calligraphy, but he knows all kinds of things, and his sword skills are fierce and terrifying, beyond the ordinary. The lines between the lines are full of traces of sword skills, so Xiang Yang can tell at a glance that the person who wrote the book must be a master of sword skills.

This point can also be referred to the picture of the general who died in a hundred battles. It is a brush that contains the essence of a lifelong martial arts master of marksmanship. Unfortunately, Xiang Yang's martial arts skills were shallow and his knowledge was not high, so he missed a good opportunity.

Flipping through the cover of the book, what caught the eye was not the tricks, but the traces of being torn off. Xiang Yang was so heartbroken that he would shed tears and waste everything. The person who tore off the secret book is really damned. Could it be like going to the toilet without paper?

Without a general outline, it means that the most essential part of this martial art is lost, even if it is practiced into a triple building, it will be difficult to fully develop it.

Xiang Yang was calm and calm, with the power of divine illumination flowing through his body, sitting in the meditation, putting his heart into the secret book, observing it carefully, stopping from time to time to frown and meditate hard, waiting for a small gain, and then being stumped by new problems.

In this way, when the sun dissipated outside and darkness fell, Xiang Yang hadn't finished reading the thin volume, the remnants of the triple building. This is something that Xiang Yang has never done since he practiced martial arts.

"Even the Shenzhao Sutra and the Blood Knife Sutra, I can master it as soon as I learn it. This skill is so complicated. No, it's not complicated. It's just that the level is too high, and it's not what I can cultivate at the moment."

Xiang Yang closed the book and let out a long breath. The surprise and disappointment in his eyes were obvious. This martial art is indeed unpredictable, but he is not qualified to practice it yet.

"From what I've seen, the Twelve-story Floor Slashing God Knife is not much different from the Seven Injuries Fist. It cuts itself first and then others.

If the cultivation base is sufficient, beheading oneself is practice, which is beneficial and harmless, and the power of beheading others is unparalleled and hard to match.

But the cultivation base is not enough, beheading oneself is not only hurting the body, but also hurting the spirit. Sooner or later, he will be mentally disabled, go crazy and kill himself to death.

I don't know if those two old things were intentional. If I hadn't comprehended the Qishangquan, I might not be able to see the way in it. "

This is Xiang Yang's misunderstanding, who made him lose his temper, and hurried down the mountain before he finished listening to what others said about the taboos.

"However, I can start to practice in this area. The real superior martial arts must be absorbed in the end. This is the case in the Shenzhao Sutra and the Blood Knife Sutra. Let's take a look."

In the middle of the night, Xiang Yang didn't even have time to eat, and continued to immerse himself in this profound martial arts, so intoxicated that it was difficult to raise his head.

(End of this chapter)