"It's ...... Martial arts?" Feng Xian looked at the yuan coin in surprise, and there was a quaint book inside.

Martial arts, as the name suggests, are to release the Yuan Force to attack the enemy in a special way, and the martial arts are also divided into levels, from the first order to the ninth order, and above it is the mortal spirit, the spirit level, the god level, the holy level, and the final immortal level, a total of five levels, according to legend, the immortal-level martial arts have the power to open the world, but whether it is true, Feng Xian does not know, after all, he has not seen it.

Speaking of immortal-level martial arts, he had seen some powerful martial arts in his dreams, but he wondered if those martial arts belonged to the immortal level?

In fact, Feng Xian has not seen martial arts, even if the Feng family is downtrodden to this point, there are still some collections, there are martial arts in the martial arts pavilion of the Feng family, but most of them are mortal-level martial arts, and the only high-level one is a spirit-level martial art. Although the Feng family has martial arts, Feng Xian's cultivation was too low at that time, so he didn't learn the martial arts of the Feng family, and now he can't learn it if he wants to, and the martial arts of the Feng family are estimated to have been destroyed.

Feng Xian is now short of attacking martial arts, and this martial art is solving his urgent need, but the value of martial arts is very large, and it costs tens of thousands of yuan at every turn, and the high-level ones are even priceless.

Looking at this martial art, Feng Xian's hands trembled a little, and finally took it out, waved it in front of Yin Lao, and said: "The value of Yin Lao's martial art is really too great, if it is the previous yuan coin, I can still accept it, but this martial art is ......" Although he said so, anyone could see that Feng Xian's words were insincere.

Yin Lao smiled and shook his head: "That's still the case, this martial art is useless to me, it's just right for you......"

When Feng Xian heard this, he hesitated for a moment, but finally shook his head firmly and said, "That being said, the value of this martial art is too high, and the juniors really can't accept it......"

Yin Lao looked at Feng Xian, and saw that he had a determined look on his face, and knew in his heart that he would definitely not accept this martial art.

So the old man Yin took the martial arts from Feng Xian's hand, shook it on his chest, and asked again: "Feng boy, I will ask you one last time, are you sure you don't want it?"

Feng Xian shook his head and refused.

"Okay, since I don't want it, and you don't want it either, then this martial art is worthless, it's better to destroy it......" said that the Yuan Power of Yin Lao's left hand was gathered, and he was going to destroy this martial art.

Seeing this, Feng Xian hurriedly snatched the martial arts from Yin Lao's hands.

"Elder Yin, what are you doing, why do you want to destroy this martial art, isn't it a waste?" Feng Xian blamed, he looked at the martial arts back and forth many times, and was relieved to find that there was not the slightest damage.

Yin Lao smiled and said jokingly, "Why, aren't you rare?"

Feng Xian rolled his eyes, you are going to destroy this martial art, can I not stop you?

After such a fuss, Feng Xian finally accepted this martial art.

Yin Lao also smiled and nodded, but then he sighed again and said: "Actually, I am very hesitant to hand over this martial art to you, this martial art is only a mortal-level fourth-order martial art in my opinion, but after training, its power is comparable to the power of a mortal-level fifth-order or even sixth-order martial art......"

As soon as he said this, it made Feng Xian's eyes light up, this kind of powerful martial art is very rare, I didn't expect this Liu Chuan to have such a martial art.

Seeing the excited and eager expression on Feng Xian's face, Yin Lao shook his head and reminded: "Feng boy, don't be in a hurry to get excited, you take a closer look at this martial art......"

When Feng Xian heard this, he carefully looked at this martial art, and the cover of the martial art only had three quaint characters written on it, "Golden Pattern Palm", Feng Xian opened the book and read it carefully.

After about half a pillar of incense, Feng Xian finally finished reading this martial art, but the expression on his face gradually changed from the previous excitement to solemnity.

Although the power of this gold-veined palm is great, but the cultivation process is simple and rude, that is, on the back of the hand with the yuan force condensed into a golden vein, the core of the power of the golden-veined palm is on this golden vein, although the cultivation method of the golden-veined palm is simple, but the process of condensing the golden vein is extremely difficult, especially in the back of the hand engraved with the golden vein, if the physical strength is not enough, it will even be shattered by this golden vein.

No wonder Yin Lao is hesitating whether to hand over this martial art to him, although this martial art is extremely powerful, but if it is not cultivated properly, it will end up crippled.

"How about it, Boy Feng, you decide for yourself, whether you want to cultivate this martial art or not, you have to think clearly about the consequences......

Hearing Yin Lao's words, Feng Xian was silent, this is a difficult decision, the power of this martial art is certainly great, but if his physical strength is not enough, then he will have one less palm from now on.

Feng Xian's face was constantly changing, and Yin Lao didn't speak to disturb him, no matter what choice Feng Xian made, he would not interfere.

Feng Xian's eyes became sharp, and he said with a straight face: "Yin Lao, I have decided to cultivate this martial art!"

Yin Lao asked in surprise, "Have you decided?" aren't you afraid that cultivating this martial art will null your palm?"

Feng Xian said with a smile: "There is no power in this world that can be obtained without paying a price, cultivating this martial art is just the first trial stone on my cultivation path, if I can't even cross this, how can I help my clan to avenge my father, and how can I pursue the cultivation avenue?"

These powerful words surprised Yin Lao, but he didn't expect this kid to be young, but he had such a bottom-up, which is really rare.

Yin Lao stroked his beard and said with a smile: "It is really rare for you to have such determination, I can foresee that you will definitely have extraordinary achievements in the future......

This made Feng Xian a little embarrassed, he scratched his head, and said embarrassedly: "I just feel it, and you think too highly of me......

Yin Lao shook his head with a smile, got up from his chair, and walked to the wooden house.

"You cultivate first, let's get some delicious food in the evening and replenish your body......"

Hearing this, Feng Xian couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and then looked at the martial art in his hand, his eyes became more and more determined, let me see what is so powerful about this martial art!

......

On top of the boulder.

Feng Xian sat cross-legged, with the martial arts of the golden pattern palm beside him, he slowly opened his eyes, practicing martial arts, what must not be impetuous, Feng Xian wanted to adjust his state to the best state, so that he could get twice the result with half the effort.

Feng Xian exhaled a breath of turbidity, his eyes became sharp, and all the Yuan Force in his body was mobilized, and according to the martial arts, he began to engrave it on the back of his right hand, and when the Yuan Force was engraved on the back of his hand, Rao couldn't help but scream with Feng Xian's concentration, and the first Yuan Force inscription ended.

"Damn, I didn't expect this Yuan Force portrayal to be so painful, with my body comparable to the five-fold body of the Quenching Body Realm, I can't bear it......" Feng Xian rubbed the back of his hand that was still a little painful, and there were faint white marks on the back of his right hand.

The second time Feng Xian was fully prepared, he mobilized the Yuan Force in his body again, and engraved it on the back of his hand again, this time, no matter how painful it was, Feng Xian didn't say a word, and let the Yuan Force carve on the back of his hand, but the slightly trembling right hand, as well as the pale face, and the sweat on his head all showed that Feng Xian was enduring great pain.

Zizi!

Yuan Li kept inscribed on the back of Feng Xian's hand, and there was a sound of burning skin, and even a slight white smoke rose from the back of his hand.

Feng Xian's clothes are already soaked, the place where he is sitting cross-legged is completely soaked, this is all soaked by Feng Xian's sweat, Yuan Li's inscription is too painful, he is not in a coma now, it is a big fluke, Feng Xian is stubbornly guarding the last trace of clarity in his head, not letting himself faint.

When the last Yuan Force was inscribed, Rao Yifeng Xian's concentration couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, no wonder Yin Lao hesitated to give him this martial art, with Yin Lao's knowledge, it is estimated that he had already expected the pain of the cultivation process.

"Yin Lao wouldn't have given me this martial art to practice because he was afraid of pain, right......?" Feng Xian muttered in his heart, but this also flashed in Feng Xian's heart, with the cultivation of the old man, it is easy to cultivate this golden palm, the body of the Kaiyuan realm is stronger than the body of the quenching realm, presumably the old man is definitely very easy to cultivate this martial art, which makes Feng Xian more eager for strength, but Feng Xian is confident that with his own talent, as long as he works hard, he can definitely surpass the old man in the future, but he needs time.

"I don't want to think about it so much, now let's take a look at the power of this golden-veined palm......" Feng Xian looked at the golden pattern on the back of his hand, this is a peculiar pattern, Feng Xian's right hand sank slightly, as if this pattern has a thousand weights, and even his hands can't bear it.

Feng Xian got up from the boulder, jumped down, walked to a place more than ten meters away from the boulder, then raised his right hand, and then slapped it fiercely in the direction of the boulder.

I saw Feng Xian's right palm emitting a dazzling golden light, and then a golden palm the size of half a zhang transformed, slapping towards the boulder.

Rumble!

I only heard a loud noise, and the boulder shattered directly in response, startling a lot of smoke and dust, and when the smoke and dust dissipated, Feng Xian looked closer, and his eyes showed excitement......