Fantasy: I Can See The Line Of Opportunity

Inside the sword pavilion.

Both the Holy Master and the black-robed old man were shocked, but immediately, happy expressions appeared on their faces.

This is too much joy.

"Holy Master, do you need to hold a meeting to find out this son?"

The Lord shook his head.

"No need, no matter who gets such an opportunity, it is my great fortune."

"It doesn't have to be private, it just needs to be on the record."

The old man in black was still a little hesitant.

"Holy Master, but this is about the inheritance that I cut off from the Holy Land of Taixu?"

The Holy Master laughed.

"My inheritance of Taixu Holy Land has never been cut off."

"My Taixu Holy Land has talented people from generation to generation."

......

Inside No. 81 Courtyard.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Xiao Qingcheng sank into the cocoon of light, and the dazzling aura infiltrated his whole body.

As if being baptized by a series of laws, Xiao Qingcheng's body began to become crystal clear, and his body surface was as smooth as jade.

And the bones hidden under the flesh also began to change at this moment.

Mysterious laws were intertwined into runes, word by word fell into his bones, and the mellow spiritual power turned into vines, entwining his body.

This is a creation from the inside out.

More than ten days have passed.

As time passed, the energy contained in the light cocoon began to weaken, but the energy in Xiao Qingcheng began to increase.

The original cultivation base of the eighth level of attracting spirits has reached the peak of attracting spirits at that time.

Just one step away, you can step into the spiritual platform.

Inside the light cocoon.

Xiao Qingcheng fell into a special situation.

Epiphany.

Thanks to the mysterious jade bone in the body, and the shocking sword left in the jade slip.

Xiao Qingcheng stepped into the legendary epiphany by chance.

It is rumored that someone can have an epiphany, the hut will open, see life and death, step into the holy realm, and achieve the body of a saint.

There are also rumors that some people have sharpened a sword for ten years.

And although Xiao Qingcheng didn't have that shocking insight, at this moment he was recalling the peerless scene of the swordsman in plain clothes.

With one sword, the Holy Land was defeated.

Xiao Qingcheng's original understanding was not very high, but under the fusion of the mysterious sword bones, his kendo aptitude has been greatly improved, and even his understanding has reached an unimaginable level.

As the epiphany progressed, the sky-shattering sword kept appearing in Xiao Qingcheng's mind.

One sword, one sword, another sword.

After countless swords.

Xiao Qingcheng suddenly felt that he had also learned that sword.

The tightly closed eyes slowly opened, and a dazzling sword light appeared in his eyes, and a glorious aura like the sun rose.

He whispered softly, as if fused with the peerless swordsman.

"Draw a sword—"

"Cut the sky!"

......

In the sword pavilion.

The Lord has left.

Only the old man in black remained silently guarding here.

"That's right, the real inheritance of my Taixu Holy Land has never been those imperial scriptures."

"It's the Taixu disciples who refuse to admit defeat and do not want to lose from generation to generation."

The eyes of the black-clothed old man slowly opened, and countless scenes appeared in the cloudy eyes, and finally stopped on a young disciple who was tirelessly practicing swordsmanship.

He is stupid and walks slowly.

But every time he swings the sword, it is one point stronger than the last.

He chuckled lightly.

"Found you, little guy."