Bidding farewell to Bai Zhi, Ling Xian returned to his own hut in the sect, Ling Xian's house was not small, but there was only a bed in the corner of the house, and there were no other decorations, it looked empty. Ling Xian was already accustomed to this, and didn't pay attention to it at all, just threw himself on the bed, rested his head on his hands, and quietly thought about the future.

Ling Xian lay on the bed for a while, all kinds of thoughts came to him, and his heart was even more depressed, he jumped up from the bed and pushed open the window, but it was a large area of yellow chrysanthemum in the courtyard that came into view. Looking at this dazzling chrysanthemum, Ling Xian's heart was slightly relieved, and he couldn't help but murmur softly: "The sassy west wind is full of courtyards, and it is difficult for the cold fragrance and cold butterflies to come." If I am the Green Emperor in his year, I will report that the peach blossoms will bloom together. ”

Ling Xian is not a person from this world, he used to be a genius chess player on the earth, since he learned to play chess, he has not tasted defeat against others, when his fame reached its peak, but he was defeated by the alpha dog who was born 3-0, he couldn't stand the flowers and applause that had turned into ridicule and ridicule, and chose to jump from the Empire State Building to end his life, but he never thought that he would come to this strange world again.

Now the continent where he is located is called the Xianyuan Continent, and the cultivators here strengthen themselves by cultivating the Yuan Qi. Everyone often divides their cultivation levels according to the nine major leaps on the path of cultivation: Qi Refining, Foundation Building, Dan Formation, Yuan Infant, Transformation of Gods, Refining Void, Merging, Mahayana, and True Immortal. Each level is divided into four realms: front, middle, and back, and perfection.

In addition to the strength of a cultivator related to the realm, there are also two key factors: the exercises and the formations! Different exercises have different vitality cultivated, and the most common ones are naturally the five elements of wood, fire, earth, gold, and water. But in addition to the five elements of heaven and earth, there are also various derived varieties of thunder vitality, ice vitality, and so on. It is said that there are even rarer mysterious vitality in the Great Thousand World that can only be cultivated by people with special physiques, but it was heard by Ling Xianfeng, and it was not even recorded in the classics of the sect.

However, even the same Yuan Qi has a high quality, and the high-grade Yuan Qi can even go beyond the scope of mutual growth and mutual restraint, so every high-level exercise is born will cause a bloody storm in the Xianyuan Continent.

If it is the cultivator's physique that is strong in the exercises, then the formation is the most powerful weapon in the hands of the cultivators. Refining the array into the body, using the qi luck array, the formation is formed. To put it simply, it means that the cultivator refines the formation into the body, and through the activation of the formation with the vitality of the formation, he can transform into all kinds of powerful existences.

There is often a close relationship between the formation level and the things that come out of it. The shapeshifter, the stars and the sun and the moon are above, the mountains and rivers are in the middle, and the flowers, grasses, insects and beasts are the bottom, but it cannot be generalized, the power of the rare birds and beasts with noble blood and high strength can even compete with the sun and the moon, and the legendary immortal array even has the ancient immortals in the form of it, a burst out, all things.

In the past, when Ling Xian had just crossed over, he had also dreamed of a peerless powerhouse, imagining that he had some kind of extraordinary talent or obtained some cherished exercise cheats, and in just a short period of cultivation, he could have miraculous skills and prestige the world.

However, the reality soon gave him a slap in the face, no matter how he cultivated, the vitality in his body was always only a thin trace, and he could only do it out of his body and around his fingers, and there was no way to outline even the simplest formation, and even if his cultivation was still as difficult to save as it is now, he would no longer be able to get any cultivation resources if he could not pass the cultivation assessment after three months, and he would always be the lowest disciple in the sect, which was how acceptable to him who was once arrogant.

And if he wants not to be eliminated by the assessment within the sect, he must find a way to change his talent. But this is not easy to say, he has gone to the scripture building in the sect countless times, hoping to find a way to change his life against the sky in the vast number of classics, and he has also searched every mountain in the sect, hoping to get the long-awaited answer from the learned elders, but in the end these have become useless. Every hope ends up with greater disappointment.

Maybe there is really a way in this world to change people's talents, but it can't exist in the small Lieyan Sect. The Lieyan Sect was too young, except for the founding patriarch of the sect who had gone out of Shenzhou and reached the other eight states of the Xianyuan Continent, no one had ever walked out of such a far place to see the outside world. And Ling Xian, who was in the Lieyan Sect, was even more ignorant of the vast world outside, like a humble ant, locked in a cage called Talent, unable to find a way out.

Thinking of this, Ling Xian's heart was even more depressed, and he couldn't help but slam his fist on the wall, the pain in his heart made Ling Xian's heart calm down a little, and regardless of his already bloody hand, he walked straight to the side of the bed, but he pulled out an iron sword from under the bed.

This iron sword is not a divine weapon, it is just an ordinary iron sword that Ling Xian bought from the mortal bazaar a few days ago, although the sword is mortal iron, it can barely be sharp, Ling Xian stared at this iron sword quietly, and the expression on his face was also gloomy.

There was a battle between heaven and man in his heart, and the expression on Ling Xian's face finally regained his calm. After briefly bandaging the wound on his hand, Ling Xian sorted out some more wound medicine, and after finishing the package, he looked like he was ready to go out.

Just now, Ling Xian made the most daring decision in his life: to go to the barren forest for the last time. For most of the cultivators in the vicinity, the Barren Forest is definitely a place that people love and hate, there are countless rare treasures, and there are also countless powerful beasts, which can make people ascend to the sky in one step, and also bury countless souls and dry bones, which can be described as a step of heaven and one step of hell.

And every change in the barren forest is even more involved in the hearts of countless cultivators, legend has it that there is a mysterious treasure buried in the barren forest, and every time this treasure reappears in the world, it will cause changes in the barren forest, although I have never heard of anyone getting this treasure, and even what this treasure is is unknown, but every change will make countless cultivators rush to it.

Pushing open the door and walking out of the house, Ling Xian stood quietly at the door looking at the hut that had been with him for a long time. Although he had calculated many times in his heart, Ling Xian knew that this was most likely a life of nine deaths, but no matter what, Ling Xian did not regret it. Ling Xian had been silent for too long, but he had not forgotten his former glory and edge, how could he be as brilliant as a summer flower.

Ling Xian greedily looked at everything in front of him, as if he would never have the opportunity to see the scenery in front of him again, and then turned around resolutely and walked outside, his figure was getting farther and farther away in the setting sun, and gradually disappeared in the forest, and there seemed to be his singing voice faintly:

Angry hair rushed to the crown, leaning on the railing, Xiaoxiao rain rest. Raise your eyes, look up to the sky and roar, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad!