MTL - Painting of the Nine Immortals-Chapter 3 Stop before

The world is ranked fourth.

The weight of these seven words alone is enough to stun a large group of people.

According to ancient records, this eye once lived once before 120,000 years ago. It was an extremely bright age. The kings joined together to fight for the hegemony, and the master of the world relied on this eye to go all the way to defeat the hero. Become the most powerful strongman in the world and write a generation of legends!

"Just breaking the first seal and awakening the eyes of the sky, and still the fourth in the world, his potential is so strong." Lian Cangqiang was slightly shocked, knowing that he was a true fairy and allowed him I was shocked to see how amazing Lingxian's talent potential was.

"Thank you Master for your success." Ling Xian looked excited. He could clearly feel that the powerful power contained in those eyes, although it is not yet able to exert all its capabilities, but one day, the fourth place on the list The world will bloom with its dazzling light.

"Well, the teacher is very weak and needs recuperation. You have now unlocked a seal, enough to let you cultivate to the Dan period. As for those three seals, I will say it later." Dan Xian was exhausted.

"Yes, Master, take good rest." Ling Xian's heart was full of gratitude and concern: "I don't know, what can you do for you?"

"You have this heart. You are too weak now to help me." Dan Xian smiled with a kind smile and waved, "Go, Jiu Xian Tu has entered your sea of ​​knowledge, and here is full of aura, It ’s more than three times better than your outside practice. When you want to come, you can do it anytime. ”

After that, his imaginary figure drifted away, landed on a towering mountain, and fell asleep.

Around this peak, there are also eight peaks of different heights and shapes, which are interconnected with each other and intertwined with a halo like a dream.

"This halo seems to have the ability to raise souls, so the other eight peaks are sleeping with a true immortal?" Ling Xian muttered, then disappeared from the Nine Immortals map and appeared in In front of Qizhen Pavilion.

Looking at the three words of Qizhenge, Ling Xian was filled with emotion.

Just an hour ago, he was still a mortal struggling for his dreams, thinking about betting on all his net worth to buy an eye-opening dan for his last fight. However, at this moment, not only did he worship under the Danxian Gate, but he also set foot on the road of practice, opened the eyes to the world, and jumped from the sea to the sky, and let the sky fly as a bird.

I have to say that things are really impermanent.

"Now that I can practice, I should first go to the family's Tibetan scripture cabinet to receive a copy of the practice method." Ling Xian thought like this, turned and walked towards Lingfu Tibetan scripture cabinet.

Qingcheng is located in the northernmost part of the Great Qin Dynasty. It is a remote town. In addition to the city's main power, there are three major Xiuxian families dominating Qingcheng, namely the Ling family, Qi family, and Fang family.

Ling Xian is a side child of the Ling family. Unfortunately, he could not cultivate, so that the family did not provide him with any cultivation resources. The only house that could shelter from wind and rain was left by his parents who died shortly after his birth. Down. Therefore, his affection for the family is very weak, and what remains in his memory is endless indifference and humiliation.

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The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, located at the end of Lingfu, is a magnificent three-story wooden attic. The afternoon sun shone on the safflower tiles on all sides of the attic, shining a large radiance.

This place is the most important place of the Ling family except the forbidden area. The secrets and secrets collected by the Ling family for hundreds of years are stored for family children to practice. Refining gas below the third floor can be selected on the first floor, and four to eight floors can be repaired before going to the second floor, while on the third floor, only the clan chiefs and elders can enter.

There is no door to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and there is only a layer of water wave-like prohibition that prevents outsiders who are not children of the Ling family from entering.

Ling Xian took out a bronze token representing his identity, put it in it, and the water wave banned a halo, and sucked him into the Tibetan Pavilion.

A thick ancient fragrance rushed towards his face. Ling Xian looked around, and saw that the first floor was not very large. There were bookshelves around it, which were slightly yellowed with books.

Without hesitation, he went straight to the bookshelf marked with the tactics, searching for his favorite method of practice.

"Sit and forget, wash the Sutras, clear the power ..."

Various tricks made Ling Xian take a look at her eyes, moving her eyes little by little, and finally fixed on a book with a simple cover.

The Three Flowers Classic

Very strange name, the cover is covered with dust, apparently no one has turned up this method for a long time. But the moment he picked it up, there seemed to be a voice in his heart. It was it, it was it.

Ling Xian frowned, unable to confirm where this strange feeling came from, but hesitated again and again, and chose this weird trick.

"Little guy, are you going to pick this Sanhuajing?"

A ghostly figure suddenly appeared beside him. It was an old man with white beard. Years had carved numerous traces on his face, making him look extraordinarily old.

"Yes, elder." Ling Xian looked calm. He had long noticed the existence of the old man and knew the identity of the other person.

The elder of the Tibetan scripture court.

The old man narrowed his eyes and reminded: "I look at your bone age, only fourteen years old, but have already practiced three layers of gas refining. The talent is not weak. If you choose this method that cannot be cultivated, it will delay a lot. Time, I advise you to change it. "

Can't practice?

Ling Xian's eyes flashed a little curiosity, and she groaned: "Thank you for the guidance of the elders, but Ling Xian's heart is determined, others cannot cultivate, it does not mean that I can not, I want to try."

"No one else can, neither does it mean that I can't, there is ambition." The elder Shouge showed a trace of praise and smiled: "If you can't practice, don't force it, you can come and replace it at any time."

"Yes, thanks to the elders." Ling Xian put the "Sanhua Jing" into a storage bag, turned away from the Zang Jing Pavilion, and walked towards the home.

Suddenly, a mockery of contempt and provocation sounded.

"Well, isn't this a waste Lingxian, are you still alive?" A black robe boy came face-to-face, with a short stature, a sharp-mouthed monkey gill, and a disgusting smirk on his face.

"It's you, Ling Yu." Ling Xian's face sank. This person was a side child with him. Because of his practice of refining a layer of gas, he often found nothing to do with his stubble. Before, he couldn't practice. He just put up with it, but now he wants to get back all the humiliation he had before!

"Yes, why, are you afraid of seeing Uncle Ben?" Ling Yu smiled humorously. He was jealous of those who had high talents and good looks because he was ugly and uncommon. Who can bully, the entire Ling family only has Lingxian who was unable to cultivate, so often ask him for trouble.

Ling Xian was burning in anger, but she said lightly, "Yeah, I'm afraid."

"Then obediently give my uncle three heads, and then step down from me, and I will spare you a small life today." Ling Yu split his legs and laughed arrogantly.

"Your proposal is good. I've requisitioned it. Don't come over and give me a hoe?" Ling Xian sneered.

"What did you say?" Ling Yu said for a moment, and he smiled: "I said Ling Xian, you ca n’t just practice, even your mind is broken, even if you dare to talk to me like this, it seems the lesson I gave you last time Not enough. "

"You want to do it?" Ling Xian's eyes flashed a killing.

"What about hands-on? You, I have to give you a lesson today." Ling Yu looked pale and walked towards Ling Xian step by step.

"Just try it." Lingxian calmed himself. He was already a third-tier practitioner of gas refining. Even if he stood still and let Ling Yu fight, he wouldn't hurt him at all.

"Remember, I will kneel in the future when I see Lao Tzu!" Ling Yu smiled coldly, using his whole body's mana, and slammed his hand to Ling Xian!

The palm shadow is like a mountain.

Ling Xian did not shy away, she waved her right hand, and suddenly the wind raged, and the three layers of gas refining poured out, as if the waves were rough and mighty!

Snapped!

The palms of the two men collided together, and the majestic mana of the third layer of refining gas rushed to the ground, causing a catastrophic impact on Ling Yu's body, leaving his body like a kite with a broken line, flying backwards several meters away, He coughed up blood on the ground.

A trick!

"How is that possible? How can you have magic power?" Ling Yu was horrified, and his eyes were incredible. He really couldn't figure out how the waste in the weekdays suddenly became so powerful?

"Ling Yu, I'm no longer Ling Xian. If you want to insult me, you need to be ready to die at any time." Ling Xian smiled coldly and stepped on Ling Yu's chest to make his breathing more Difficulty, coughing blood is also more reddish.

"Ahem ... this is impossible, how can you beat me as a waste?" Ling Yu still couldn't believe it was true, yelling while coughing up blood.

"Nothing is impossible. You waste a bite, but who is the waste now?" Ling Xian slapped him on the face, smashing several teeth mixed with blood.

Ling Yu screamed, pointed at Ling Xian with her hand, and cursed: "You are dead, you dare to touch me, I will not kill you!"

"The dead duck has a hard mouth." Ling Xian's eyes were cold and he shot lightningly, breaking the index finger extended by Ling Yu stiffly.

"Ah!" Ling Yu's painful face was all white, and finally recognized the situation, begging for mercy: "I was wrong, Ling Xian I was wrong, please let me go."

"Remember, if next time, I'll kill you." Ling Xian glanced at him slightly, and retracted his foot on his chest.

After speaking, he ignored Ling Yu like a dead dog and went straight to his home.

The anger in his chest had been flattened, and the grievances had been reported in the past. He just felt that the whole person was much relaxed. The fourteen years of stagnation in his heart finally completely dissipated, as if he was waving goodbye to the past.

In the future, he was Lingxian who was born after Nirvana.