Ling Tian woke up the gatekeeper who didn't know when he would come back to nap.

"Oh? Why this one? I see that you also took a few good books and hesitated to choose this bad book. ”

The old man was slightly surprised.

Drawing the sword, this book was an extinct book that he inadvertently included when he was young, and it was placed in the outer courtyard because it did not meet the standards of the inner courtyard, and no one noticed it for so many years.

Ling Tian was frightened, he even knew that he was hesitant to take the book, either this person had been following behind him, or his perception was strong, and the every movement of everyone in the entire library pavilion was in his perception. Thinking of this possibility, Ling Tian suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck.

It's just strange that he can't feel the fluctuations of spiritual power around him.

Ling Tian didn't think that this sect would send a person with no skill to take over.

One of the gatekeepers in the library in the outer courtyard is unpredictable and deeply hidden. It seems that the strength of this Xuantian Sect is really not to be underestimated.

After thinking for a while, Ling Tian replied respectfully: "There are words in the book, sometimes the most powerful is not necessarily the most suitable, but the best is the best. ”

"Good funny boy, go ahead." With a wave of his hand, the sword technique was returned to his hand, and Ling Tian bent down to return the salute and left in style.

The gatekeeper behind him looked inexplicable.

When he returned to his room, it was already late at night, and he didn't eat at the end of the day, but fortunately, the cultivator was able to fill his stomach when he absorbed the spiritual energy, and he didn't have to worry about eating, which also saved him a lot of time.

Sitting cross-legged, Qi Luck Dantian, he began to meditate, in this way, he practiced sword drawing during the day, meditated at night to absorb spiritual energy, and soon Ling Tian's sword qi had reached the peak of the third stage.

There is only one opportunity left for a natural breakthrough.

Because the absorption of spiritual energy has reached a saturated state, now you can only practice the sword drawing technique first.

Ling Tian came to an empty waterfall, this place was remote, and no one would come to disturb him, so he could cultivate with peace of mind.

It's just that what makes him depressed is that even if this sword breaks, there is only one sword hilt, how to pull it, how to pull it, how to know the concept, how to practice it?

I was happy when I chose the book, but now I am confused, the original owner didn't have a long eye to choose this when he was a child, and a four-year-old child can't be so willful.

"Ahh

Ling Tian only knew that he wanted to vent well now, and he wanted to unsheath it first like a normal sword when he clenched the hilt of his sword.

I don't want to use the sword drawing technique unintentionally, maybe I remember it too well, I have already understood it, and now it is easy to use it.

This sword directly cut off the waist of an old tree that could only be held by one person, and the sudden scene shocked him.

The power of sword drawing is so powerful.

"Damn, it's a real sword."

Since this is the case, if you don't have a sword body, I will forge a sword body for you in the future, Ling Tian thought so.

It's still easy to find a master to forge a sword, so let's use it first.

Sword drawing pays attention to momentum, and at the moment of drawing the sword, all the momentum and qi are gathered on the sword, which is called gathering momentum, ready to go, like a cheetah waiting for an opportunity.

Ling Tian glanced at the hilt of the sword he was holding in his hand, even if it was inlaid with precious stones, it was unremarkable, trying to ignore the fact that it did not have a sword body, and poured all his sword qi into the hilt.

The white sword aura swirled around the hilt and arm.

"Draw the sword."

A deep voice came out of Ling Tian's mouth.

The momentum of the whole body rose suddenly, and there was a faint tendency to break through the fourth stage, and he cultivated tirelessly until the sword qi in his whole body was squeezed dry.

Then the cross-knee meditation resumed, and Ling Tian found that when his body was about to reach a limit, the quality of meditation would also improve, and once Ling Tian fell into deep meditation under extreme exertion.

So he was even more willing to practice the art of drawing swords, and then meditated.

You must know that deep meditation does not mean that there are any, some people who have deep meditation once a year are talented, and Ling Tian has entered deep meditation three times in less than a month.

If others knew about this, they would surely cry out for injustice.

Five days passed, and the corners of Ling Tian's mouth, who had walked out of the back mountain, hooked up a sneer.

The accumulation made his sword qi directly sprint to the middle level of the fourth stage when he broke through the fourth rank.

But he didn't get carried away, Zhang Lingfeng would return in a few days, and when the time came, after listening to Bai Feng's instigation, it was inevitable that there would be a battle of life and death, and he was not so arrogant that he thought that his little fourth stage could defeat the existence of the fifth stage peak.

I still have to find a way to improve my strength as soon as possible, and now I am afraid that the only place I can go is there.

It was the edge of the cliff, Ling Tian went alone, this cliff was dangerous, it was the cliff he was thrown down on.

Many people couldn't help but laugh when they saw the direction in which Ling Tian went, this was a rush to send him to death.

You must know that few people have nostalgia for the place where they have experienced life and death, and this strange act was deliberately transmitted to Bai Feng's ears by someone with a heart.

"Waste, find your own death, don't blame me, get ready for me, let him never come back today!" Bai Feng laughed.

"Yes."