"According to the records in this book, ordinary spiritual weapons will have a special effect when they reach the level of the third grade, why don't I see it......"

Holding the jade butterfly presented by Yan Shouyi in his hand, the cool feeling is very comfortable, about the size of a palm, and the thickness is also moderate, but there is nothing special about it.

"The sect master won't be pit me, right?" smiled, what did the Martial Emperor powerhouse do with him, maybe the defensive spirit weapons were not as good as those attacking spirit weapons.

"But this just makes up for the shortcomings of my reckless advance, I don't know how many dangers there are in the Nine Songs Secret Realm, if I meet the Martial King, then I will suffer a big loss?"

The aura lingering on the jade butterfly is still very strong, and the three-grade spirit weapon is the three-grade spirit weapon, and the flickering white light is a little bright.

Weighing the jade butterfly in his hand up and down, he squeezed it into his hand, "Remember that I can still obtain a ground-level martial art." ”

Take out the big storage bag, it is full of bottles of pills, to be honest, Hao Jian has really never seen so many pills. He also explored a rough idea of the knowledge of pills, but fortunately, there is a lot of knowledge of pills in these two layers.

Now that his talent Ning Yuan Dan is not very effective, even if the realm of the seventh order of the Martial Spirit is poured downward, it is only a drop in the bucket, not to mention the Realm Breaking Pill, he has not broken through the Martial King now, and his body cannot support such a violent medicinal nature.

"I really don't dare to die, there is no lower limit. On the contrary, there is still some resistance to the feeling of resurrection from the dead, and now Hao Jian has experienced the feeling of death at least five or six times.

Although it was only three breaths, the feeling of being on the edge of an abyss made him want to cry when he remembered it now.

The strong spiritual power shrouded him, and he found that he had almost learned about useful books in the past four days, and Chen Canghai had never been here.

The infiltrating darkness continued to expand in all directions, and Hao Jian also went down to the second floor of the attic, and there was nothing to see here.

"Spirits, strong spiritual power, it's really interesting......"

A pair of peeping eyes suddenly poked out of the darkness, frightened and terrifying.

......

......

Martial Arts Pavilion, no, to be precise, Seeking Martial Pavilion.

The two hanging planks in front of the attic, the left book, shamelessly ask for it, the proud Lingyun is the martial arts, the horizontal book, and the north river is prosperous.

Hao Jian chose to choose that rank junior martial art before late dusk, not wanting to attract too much attention from him, if Hao Jian's figure was detected, it would be really a little distressing.

The compliments of a large group of people, Hao Jian can not use these things, on the contrary, sometimes he is disgusted.

A group of grass winds on the wall blow where it falls, but in order to survive and live better, it is understandable, just treat each other coldly.

I can't afford to be disgusted, but I can't be happy.

Under the twilight of the sunset, four days have passed in a hurry, and the time to enter the secret realm of Jiuqu is approaching.

Maybe in addition to the morning practice, the sunset was slanting, and the reflection on the face was a little red, and a lot of disciples gathered, some were discussing something, and some were competing to ridicule, so unhappy.

The feeling of jumping into the distance and swallowing clouds and fire, and the fleeting sight can shock the heart, this feeling is very subtle.

Those distant voices in the ears may be the red dust in the most ordinary and rare martial artists outside of intrigue, right?

Maybe it is, but I don't think so, I always think that staying in the martial arts must be a martial artist, right?

Hao Jian suddenly found that it was really inconvenient for him to still live in the Zhengtian Pavilion, although the Martial Pavilion also had foreign sects, but the martial arts were all unsightly grades.

Ground-level martial arts are only available in the inner door, and there are not many, it seems that there are only three local-level martial arts in the entire Beichuan Palace, and they are all still the lowest-level, which can be called the treasure of the Beichuan Palace.

"Qinghuan Sect also has at least a crippled heaven-level martial art, Suixi Sword Technique, and Beichuan Hall should also have one or two powerful moves, right?"

Perhaps......

You can't improve it without a system, and you're not a martial arts master, so you can perfect your martial arts, but now it's really mediocre, and it's also a lot easier.

There are very few people in the inner sect, unlike the outer sect where you can see a different face after taking two or three steps, the inner sect is very competitive, and if you don't pay attention to it, you will be surpassed by others, in short, the overall cultivation atmosphere is still very good, and there are few fights.

It is forbidden for disciples to fight in the Beichuan Palace, although there is a life and death ring, but once you get into this ring, life and death can be difficult to say, and if you don't get it, you lose your life, and it is not worth it for some trivial things.

"The sunset is infinitely better, but it's just near dusk. Comparing the sunset that was half hidden, Hao Jian closed his eyes slightly and clenched it slightly, as if holding the sunset in his hands.

I remember that I was about to reach the Qiuwu Pavilion not far ahead, and the air around me was starting to be a little depressed.

If Hao Jian didn't usually take this ground-level martial art to heart, it didn't make much sense, sooner or later he would be abandoned by himself, and he would waste his points.

Helpless, the world is declining, he Hao Jian has no system, any martial arts that can be grasped must be firmly grasped in his own hands, the Kyushu Continent is not the same as the bizarre continent that Hao Jian knows, it no matter the grade, even a heaven-level martial arts martial artist can cultivate, but the power exerted is definitely weak, even less than one ten-thousandth, and it is possible to directly empty the aura in his body.

God has given too many advantageous points, lack or maybe only opportunities, then you can only look at yourself.

Could it be that God gave every martial artist who could cultivate directly to the Martial Emperor?

After a while, the rocks in front of me appeared, and the black stones were superimposed on each other, like layers of huge scales, and there were a lot of scattered gravel.

In the chaos of stones, Qiuwu Pavilion stood like a carved black boulder, stunned for a moment, if it weren't for the carving of the word Qiuwu, Hao Jian really thought that he was in the wrong place.

There is no greenery to be found in the desolation of the surroundings, and the bare resources are only black gravel blocks, which is really fallacious.

"A fight with the Zhengtian Pavilion, is it possible that only places with heads and faces look like this?"

"Beichuan Palace is hidden in the deep mountains and green forests, this Qiu Wu Pavilion stands in the chaotic stones, the Qing Master's Alchemy Pavilion is luxurious and excessive, and I don't know what else is wonderful. ”

Yutian Peak, Changyan Pavilion, it is not the highest in the Beichuan Palace, but the prosperity is definitely the top, the ten-mile corridor carving stone work, can't it be completed overnight?

Hao Jiandu felt that the soles of his feet were a little uncomfortable, and when he looked down, it turned out that the flat bluestone road under his feet had become a muddy ground with small gravel protruding horizontally.

Some moist soil stuck to Hao Jian's robe, which looked particularly eye-catching, "I am really amazed by the imagination of Beichuan Palace." ”

Come to think of it, even if someone wants to steal martial arts, they definitely won't come to this ghost place, right?

The black attic, piled up with rocks, and the stones that are not bad, are really good.