Mo Xuan read the military technique from beginning to end, and now this technique is completely different from the art of war that has been circulated in the world, and its grade is not dead, but alive. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Today's military skills are only low-grade in the Yellow Order, but it can transform and upgrade to the middle grade of the Yellow Order, and there is no upper limit to the promotion, and it is possible to cross the Heavenly Rank.

Such a transformation against the sky, the price required is naturally terrifying, it requires the art of war, the more powerful the art of war, the faster the transformation, so once you practice this exercise, you need to keep mastering the art of war, so as to improve the level of the exercise.

But the art of war is scarce, how can it be so easy to obtain, and besides, the art of war at the same level can only be used once, and it is impossible to promote the transformation of the art by substituting quantity for quality.

For example, if you practice the more widely spread art of war, "Infinite Strength", you may transform the military technique to the middle grade of the Yellow Rank, but when you practice the "light as a swallow" art of war at the same level, the level of the military technique will not change, and it is difficult to transform.

This means that Mo Xuan can only continue to cultivate stronger art of war in order to promote the continuous transformation of military techniques, which ...... Not an ordinary difficulty!

It is not easy to obtain the exercises, and this skill is so strange that it makes Mo Xuan a little entangled for a while.

If you practice this military technique, it can be said to be a gamble, if you win, you may be able to transform the exercises to the Heavenly Level, if you lose, you may be a Yellow Level for the rest of your life, the difference is too big, how dare ordinary people take risks easily.

What Mo Xuan is entangled in is whether to practice or not, the exercises are not child's play, but the foundation of the monk's cultivation, and he must be cautious.

"Practiced!" After a long time, Mo Xuan gritted his teeth and made a decision!

He decided to take a gamble, because he knew that if he wanted Mocun to see the light of day again, if he wanted his grandmother to be afraid, he would at least have the strength to resist the Daqian Dynasty.

Even if he joined the military government, he was still in the Great Qian Dynasty, how high could the highest exercises he could obtain? The strongest exercises would definitely not be his turn, and it would be too difficult to cultivate under such normal circumstances to the point that he was not afraid of the entire dynasty.

So he can only take risks, there is no way to come step by step, to reach extraordinary heights, he can only bear extraordinary risks, and the gain is proportional to the effort.

Mo Xuan was not sure that he would be able to raise his military skills to the heavenly level in the future, but he was willing to gamble, and if he lost, he was just alone and ignored by everyone, and the village still had Mo Li and others as the backing, but once he won, let alone the dynasty, even if it was an empire, he would no longer have to be afraid.

Compared to the eternal level of exercises, Mo Xuan was more willing to try this kind of exercises with infinite possibilities, and the latter was more likely to make him a strong man.

Of course, if there was a Heaven Rank Technique for Mo Xuan, he would not be able to cultivate this military technique if he was killed, but the key was ...... Nope!

After making a decision, Mo Xuan no longer hesitated, and sat on this huge copper lock to cultivate.

The realm of monks begins with the realm of the Xuan body, where the bones are forged and tempered, laying a strong physical foundation for future practice.

Mo Xuan used the military technique as a guide, and sensed the ubiquitous Xuan Qi in the void according to the means described in it, and once he sensed it, he could attract the Xuan Qi into his body, officially stepping into the Xuan Body Realm, and becoming a monk.

The most preliminary manifestation of the gap between different grades of exercises is that in this induction of Xuan Qi, if a person cultivates the Heavenly Rank Exercises, it is estimated that a few breaths of kung fu can be sensed, but if it is changed to a Yellow Rank, it may not be sensed for several months.

In this world of consciousness, Mo Xuan was not in a hurry or impatient, he searched carefully according to the means of military techniques, and in about half a month, he finally sensed the ubiquitous Xuan Qi between heaven and earth.

It was a colorful air current, with inexplicable power, mysterious and ordinary, bringing Mo Xuan endless novelty.

Mo Xuan has been crawling and rolling in the mountains since he was a child, and his physique is excellent, after experiencing that magic pattern treachery, Mo Xuan faintly felt that his body was different, and now that his injuries have healed under the power of the immortal lock, he can clearly feel that his physique is several times stronger, and he can definitely withstand the impact of Xuan Qi.

With this confidence, Mo Xuan naturally didn't know how to ink, and immediately attracted Xuan Qi into his body and permeated his whole body.

"Click......"

In the dark, Mo Xuan seemed to feel that a shackle in his body had opened, and the Xuan Qi fused with his body, instantly making him feel that his body was growing stronger.

Mo Xuan hurriedly controlled the Xuan Qi according to the cultivation method of the military technique, and for a long time, in front of his consciousness, a drop of crystal liquid was suspended, brilliant and gorgeous.

"Xuanli!"

Looking at this drop of liquid, Mo Xuan's mood was agitated, he understood that he had become a monk, and the condensation of Xuan Li indicated that he had officially stepped into the path of cultivation.

Although it was only a drop, scarce and fragile, he had finally embarked on the path of cultivation, and he would naturally grow stronger in the future.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, and since the beginning is successful, the rest will naturally be much easier.

At the same time, Mo Xuan finally figured out where he was now...... Hara!

In the Xuan Body Realm, if the Xuan Force did not deliberately operate, it was stored in the dantian, and now the Xuan Li liquid was suspended in front of Mo Xuan's consciousness, which meant that Mo Xuan's consciousness stayed in the dantian.

Thinking of the dantian, Mo Xuan naturally thought of the scarlet demon pattern that diffused from the dantian's abdomen every time, and couldn't help but look down.

Below, the scarlet mist was billowing out, and the huge word "kill" was extremely quiet under the suppression of the copper lock, staring at these things, Mo Xuan felt a pang of worry in his heart.

How could there be these things in your dantian? Where did they come from?

Mo Xuan was very confused in his heart, he wanted to figure it out, so he had an idea, and tried to bless his consciousness with that drop of Xuan Li, wanting to see if he could see anything with the help of Xuan Li.

However, I don't know if I don't see this, I was startled when I saw it, and the scene in Mo Xuan's eyes who used his mystical power changed a lot, and the terrifying mist was no longer a simple mist, and there were volumes of ancient books suspended in it, some of which were mutilated, and some of which were complete, distributed in the mist, and it was difficult for the naked eye to see clearly.

Mo Xuan was shocked, wanting to see the contents of those ancient books clearly, but where could he do this with his little bit of mystical power, so although he felt like a cat scratching in his heart, he had to give up.

"When my realm improves, I'll take a look!" Mo Xuan muttered, suppressing his curiosity.

Anyway, these things are in his body, and he can't run, so he doesn't need to waste time staying here.

With his heart retreating, Mo Xuan was stunned to see that he had withdrawn from the dantian in an instant, his consciousness returned to his body, and the whole person woke up in an instant.

Mo Xuan opened his eyes and saw that the sky was faintly bright outside, obviously it was still early, and he couldn't help but sigh strangely, he had obviously spent more than half a month in the dantian, but it was actually only a few hours outside.

Feeling the drop of mysterious power in his dantian, Mo Xuan clenched his fists, and his mood couldn't help but stir again.

This is not a dream, he really stepped into the Xuantian realm and became a monk, from now on, he no longer has to envy the strength of the monk, because he will also be strong.

Sighing, Mo Xuan looked at the immortal lock around his neck, his eyes showing curiosity.

He can be sure that this immortal lock is the huge copper lock that he saw in the dantian in his consciousness, which is exactly the same, but the immortal lock is obviously on his neck, how can he run to the dantian?

And the immortal lock looks extremely ordinary, how can he have the power to heal him and make him heal, and what about that military technique?

For a while, Mo Xuan was very curious about this immortal lock, and therefore became curious about his father.

He always thought that his father and mother were just ordinary people, but now it seems that this may not be the case, and the person who can leave a treasure like the immortal lock for him can never be an ordinary person.

"Could it be that grandma didn't lie to me, my father and mother are really powerful?" Mo Xuan thought of his grandmother's words, and couldn't help but feel a little excited!

He always thought that his father and mother died early, but if his father and mother were really unusual, it was likely to be alive!

Of course, this is just speculation, and Mo Xuan is not sure, he can only say that he has this hope!

"Get up, you want to sleep until you die, get out of here for Lao Tzu, collect taxes!" Just as Mo Xuan was thinking, the tent shook, and a loud shouting and scolding came in, and the tent door was directly torn apart.

I saw the battalion commander at the door, with a stinky face, glaring at Mo Xuan and Liu Fugui.

"Come on...... Here ......" Liu Fugui jumped up in fright and hurriedly dressed.

Mo Xuan's thoughts were interrupted, so he could only stop, and then glanced at the battalion commander coldly, and got up to wash up in a hurry.

Although he is now a monk and can easily sweep the battalion commander, it is better to keep a low profile when he is out.

Soon, amid the scolding of the battalion commander, several people went out, left the barracks, and went to collect military taxes.

Not long after Mo Xuan left the barracks, a team of people broke into the barracks, carrying knives and sticks one by one, and the leader was Zhen Wude, who was still wrapped in bandages.

Knowing that Mo Xuan had left the barracks, this Zhen Wude could only leave with a scolding and scolding, and come back to him to settle accounts when Mo Xuan came back.

Mo Xuan didn't know that this forced tax collection allowed him to avoid a catastrophe, otherwise the monk's secret would definitely not be hidden.

Along the way, Mo Xuan was silent, looking withdrawn, but in fact he was studying his own changes.

Although there is only a drop of Xuan power, he is also a monk, and after the feeling on the way, he has shown that his strength and physical fitness have been greatly improved.

Before, he was only stronger than an ordinary boy, but now, he feels that he can kill a tiger with one punch, which is far more terrifying than ordinary people.

This kind of monk's sense of strength made Mo Xuan feel happy, so the battalion commander's insults all the way were automatically ignored by him, and he immersed himself in his monk's feelings.

The group lived quickly, and after more than an hour, they came to a village.

This village is much larger than Mo Village, there are hundreds of families, but at a glance, the people inside are in rags, many of them are skinny, and the young and middle-aged people can hardly be seen, all of them are old, weak, sick and disabled.

The village was so dark that many people were starving on the roadside, and it was clear that the village did not have enough to eat, let alone silver.

Mo Xuan's face instantly turned cold, forcing such a village to pay taxes? This is collecting taxes?