Chapter 919: Choosing a Martial Skill
The space inside the martial arts pavilion is very large, the size of an entire house.
Dense with all kinds of martial arts floated in the space with a pale yellow light.
When everyone was ready, the floating martial arts began to collide with everyone.
Shadow, like everyone else, had a fiery look in his eyes, constantly grasping the martial arts that flew over.
When he found that there was no suitable for him, he let go of these martial arts again, and these martial arts floated again.
The entire space, like a swirling nebula, was densely packed with martial arts, flying everywhere.
Looking at these martial arts, Lin Feng walked to a corner of the space and grabbed them casually.
The way to obtain martial arts is random, and whatever the martial arts that fly over are whatever they are, if you want to get special martial arts, you have to admit that you need a certain amount of luck.
In the blink of an eye, Lin Feng had already caught no less than five or six martial arts, but none of these martial arts he liked, or there was no suitable one for him.
Therefore, Lin Feng had to let go of these martial arts, Lin Feng looked at the other disciples, and found that these disciples were very fast, but they were still disappointed.
It's not that the faster you go, the higher you get, the higher you can get martial arts.
It was that shadow that caught Lin Feng's attention.
The shadow is specially selected for special martial arts to capture, but there is still nothing to be gained.
Lin Feng retracted his gaze and looked into the space.
There are so many martial arts, if you want to catch them one by one, let alone an hour, even if you catch them for a day, you can't catch them all.
And the time to enter the Martial Arts Pavilion could only be an hour, and Lin Feng couldn't help but be a little impatient.
"Yellow Rank Advanced Martial Arts, Meteor Burst!"
"Yellow Rank Advanced Martial Arts, Fire Wolf Slash!"
"Yellow Rank low-level martial arts, Water Cloud Palm!"
"Xuan-level low-level martial arts, Mountain Breaking Fist!"
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One martial art after another, constantly flying towards Lin Feng, these martial arts, the highest level is the low-level Xuan, and they can't enter Lin Feng's eyes at all.
He already has a Xuan-level high-level martial art "Dragon Soul Fire Body" on his body, and this martial art will continue to evolve and can fuse martial souls, so there is no need for this Xuan-level low-level martial art.
Although Lin Feng didn't need it, seeing that he threw away the Xuan-rank low-level martial arts, the inner disciple next to him felt a little pity.
They complained a little to themselves, how could they not have such good luck to get this Xuan-level low-level martial art.
In the Ethereal Sect, there are not many people with Xuan-level martial arts, and it is also a scarce existence.
The shadow knew Lin Feng's strength, but he felt that he was nothing unusual, the martial arts of the Xuan Rank, I was afraid that he could no longer satisfy Lin Feng.
Shaking his head and smiling bitterly for a while, the shadow quickly grabbed the flying martial art, opened it and looked at it, a smile appeared on his face.
This martial art is just right for him, and it is also a Xuan-level intermediate martial art "Savage Tenfold".
After obtaining this martial art, there is no need for the shadow to continue looking for it, you must know that the martial arts on his body are only at the advanced level of the Yellow Rank.
Now that he has a Xuan-level intermediate martial art, after his cultivation is successful, it is estimated that there will be few opponents in the sect.
With a fiery expression, after keeping the mark of the "Savage Tenfold" deeply in his mind, the shadow quietly left the Martial Arts Pavilion.
He was the first to leave the Martial Arts Pavilion.
Watching the shadow leave, Lin Feng continued to look for martial arts.
Time passed bit by bit, and half an hour later, Lin Feng still found nothing.
The other disciples became impatient, and it had been half an hour since they came in, and they had not been able to obtain powerful martial arts, and there were a lot of junk martial arts.
It seems that everyone will have to regret leaving the stage for a while, and everyone is a little envious of the luck of the shadow, and not long after coming in, he made a Xuan-level martial art.
In the face of so many martial arts flying over, Lin Feng simply closed his eyes, not moved by those martial arts, and let those martial arts fly around him.
The martial arts that took the initiative to fly over must be low-level martial arts, and even if Lin Feng caught it, it would be a waste of strength.
After closing his eyes, constantly feeling the martial arts around him, Lin Feng's mind gradually quieted down, sensing the martial arts in this space.
After closing his eyes for a while, Lin Feng found that there were many martial arts scattered in the corners of the space that were stationary, which was in stark contrast to these flying martial arts.
"What's going on? How can I feel these motionless martial arts?"
Lin Feng was extremely puzzled in his heart, could it be because I was a soul master, and my sensing ability was stronger than that of ordinary people?
Now Lin Feng is already a second-grade soul master, and his induction power is indeed much stronger than that of ordinary people.
Lin Feng, who was slightly surprised, took the initiative to walk towards one of the stationary martial arts in the space.
Instead of opening his eyes, he walked by his own sense, constantly touching the direction.
A few minutes later, Lin Feng finally came to a still floating martial art.
The powerful perception told Lin Feng that this martial art was much more powerful than those martial arts that were constantly flying around.
Impatiently, Lin Feng grabbed the martial art.
The pale yellow martial art was grabbed in his hand, and when Lin Feng opened it, he found that it was the Xuan-level advanced martial art "Great Slashing Wave".
Shaking his head helplessly, Lin Feng had no choice but to let go of this martial art again, this martial art was not suitable for his fire attribute body at all, this martial art, only the water attribute physique was suitable for cultivation.
It's just that this static martial art turned out to be above the Xuan Rank, which undoubtedly increased Lin Feng's confidence even more.
Lin Feng now had the attack-type attributes "Dragon Soul Fire Body" and "Dragon Yin Ancient Desolation", and he no longer needed attack-type martial arts.
He didn't believe that there was any martial art that would be powerful by the "Dragon Yin Ancient Desolation", so Lin Feng now wanted to find a martial art with a defensive attribute.
"Everyone, hurry, there are only fifteen minutes left. ”
I don't know which inner disciple suddenly shouted, and the other disciples became nervous and flustered.
In the past, among the disciples who entered the Martial Arts Pavilion, it was common for them to go out without finding anything.
These disciples are not soul masters, and they don't have the same sensibility as Lin Feng, so they naturally can't know which martial arts are powerful, they only know the martial arts that are desperately catching the flying ones.
"It's only been fifteen minutes. Lin Feng also sighed and walked towards the other static martial arts again.
He had already found three or four immobile martial arts in a row, and among the constantly flying martial arts, it was extremely difficult to find, but fortunately, his perception was good.
However, these three or four martial arts, although they were all above the Xuan Rank, were not suitable for Lin Feng's cultivation.
Lin Feng had no choice but to continue searching, closed his eyes, and sensed it again.
The space is so large, and there are not a lot of static martial arts in it, but to carefully sense their location, it will consume a lot of Lin Feng's soul power.
After a while, Lin Feng's mental power was a little tired.
The martial arts inside kept flying out, and Lin Feng sensed it carefully.
Finally, in the innermost part of the space, Lin Feng seemed to sense something.