The Bauhinia Continent is no longer the scientific and technological civilization of the previous life, some are just Xuanqi, after thousands of years of evolution, the culture of the Xuanqi world is also very prosperous.

The strength of strength depends on three conditions: cultivation, occult arts, and weapons.

The most important thing is cultivation, if you are a black-armored warrior, even if you cultivate god-level occult arts, it will be difficult to defeat ordinary silver warriors.

Secondly, in the same level, the higher the level of the occult arts, the stronger the combat effectiveness, find the metaphysics that suits their own attributes, the combat power will increase exponentially, the level of the occult is the same as the level of cultivation, divided into, black iron mysticism, bronze mysticism, silver mysticism, gold mysticism, diamond mysticism, saint-level mysticism, and the legendary god-level mysticism.

Finally, it is the strength of the weapon in the hand, the weapon is the same as the occult arts, it is divided into seven levels, as for the artifact and the god-level occult arts, it has not appeared for thousands of years...

The Bauhinia Continent has a wide and boundless ground, and as the years go by, there are countless great sages, at the end of their lives, who will hide their life's exercises somewhere, waiting for someone destined to come and take them.

There has always been a saying in the Bauhinia Continent: If you encounter a dead end, don't retreat, take two steps forward, and you may become a great sage.

This sentence is not only a spiritual encouragement, but also a symbol of adventure, and it is not false. In short, there is no entire Purple Gold Continent, it is full of miracles.

Xiao Tian is such a person with great luck, but his adventures are even more bullish.

Beneath the cliff...

Xiao Tian had just broken through to the eighth floor, and with a burst of indescribable excitement, he took a deep breath, calmed down, raised his palm, and slapped it towards a big tree that three people were hugging together.

"Whoosh..."

A strong wind rushed out, the big tree shook suddenly, the branches on the top of the tree rattled, and the leaves fell down one by one, like a goddess scattering flowers.

looked at his own mystical arts, and thought about his own Elder Xiao Long, he smashed a thousand catties of granite with one palm, and a sword qi shattered the stone wall, the gap between them is not a little bit, it seems that he still needs a few powerful mystics.

Patting the ashes on his body, Xiao Tian ran straight back to Xiao's house and went straight to the library pavilion.

The highest occult technique of the Xiao family, that is, the "Deadwood Gong" practiced by his grandfather, is intermediate in black armor, but he is definitely not qualified to cultivate now.

In addition to the Yue family, only the Xiao family has the intermediate level of black armor mysticism.

Occult art is a scarce existence in the entire continent, not to mention the black armor occult art. In the gathering place of scattered cultivation, the appearance of a high-level occult art is bound to cause a bloody storm. Once, there was a loose cultivator who slaughtered a city for a book of black-armored high-level occults, which shows the scarcity of metamagic.

The library pavilion is the largest attic of the Xiao family, the entire attic is three stories high, which stores all kinds of mystical arts, guarded by two old men, the two old men are the Keqing elders of the Xiao family, and they have reached the skill of the ninth layer of martial arts, and their lifelong cultivation is unfathomable.

The Xiao family's library is open to all disciples above level four, so there are hundreds of disciples in the library every day to study the occult exercises.

Regarding Xiao Tian's arrival, the hundreds of disciples of the Library Pavilion looked at him with a surprised gaze and whispered for a while.

"Hey, this waste, how did you get here?"

"What about him, he is the son of the former head of the family, he can do whatever he wants, it has nothing to do with us. ”

......

Coming to the Library Pavilion, Xiao Tian glanced around the room, rows of bookshelves, on which there were one book after another, densely packed, with thousands of books.

Regardless of those surprised eyes, Xiao Tian stood in front of the bookshelves, but his attention had already wandered on those bookshelves. Pick up a book, flip through it, put it down, pick up another book, flip through it briefly, and put it down again.

After flipping through more than a dozen books of mystics in a row, he didn't find a single one that suited him, and Xiao Tian couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.

"Look at him, just flip it over, and put it down, it seems, just pretending. ”

"Alas, don't care about him, just pretend, you don't know, the family elders are already preparing to let him go out and manage the family business. ”

"Alas, there is no way, people are direct disciples, and they are the sons of the head of the family, even if they are wasted, they can be rich and prosperous for the rest of their lives, so we can only continue to cultivate. ”

...

Another round of talking, another round of ridicule.

Just when Xiao Tian was depressed, in the corner of the bookshelf, a yellowed book caught Xiao Tian's attention.

"Earth Eightfold Sword...."

Xiao Tian rolled his eyes, picked up this ancient book, opened the page, and Xiao Tian read it carefully:

Earth Eightfold Sword, eighth-level occult arts, high-level exercises, requiring cultivators to have gold talent, using heavy swords, occult arts are divided into three layers, each time you break through, the attack power can be doubled, and at the highest level, you can superimpose eight-gravity.

Xiao Tian flipped through the book, and muttered in his heart, "This book is so powerful, eighth-level occult arts, why hasn't anyone taken it away?" Before my dantian was destroyed, I had the power of the gold system, and I like to use swords, which is very much in line with my heart, okay, I want this "Earth Eightfold Sword"."

"Hey, you waste, why did you still come to the Scripture Pavilion? Don't you know that only disciples above the fourth level can enter the Scripture Pavilion? Xiao Peng's reprimanding voice came from a distance.

Seeing this, the other disciples immediately walked to both sides and prepared to watch the play.

The Xiao family's family rules, non-descendant disciples, are not allowed to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion below the fourth level. Xiao Tian, as a descendant disciple, naturally has the right to come in.

Xiao Peng naturally knew about this family rule, but in order to humiliate Xiao Tian, he automatically ignored the condition of being a disciple of the lineage.

Hearing Xiao Peng's reprimand, Xiao Tian couldn't help frowning, and felt annoyed in his heart, "It's this Xiao Peng again, it seems that he wants to teach him a lesson." ”

Just when Xiao Tian was about to make a move, the elder of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion snorted lightly, "Go out to fight, the Hidden Scripture Pavilion is not allowed to be presumptuous, violators, break your legs." ”

Hearing the reprimand, Xiao Peng shuddered for a moment, looked at the elder in awe, then looked at Xiao Tian, and said contemptuously, "Hmph, second child, you are lucky today, there are elders to help you, and when you wait until the day of the family internal examination, you must participate, don't abstain, I will educate you for the disciples of the lineage." ”

After saying that, there was a sneer on his face!

"Okay, the family internal test, I will definitely participate, so let's make a bet, whoever loses between the two of us will learn to bark and crawl around the Xiao family, do you dare?" Xiao Tian raised his head and looked at Xiao Peng, his eyes were full of contempt.

"It's comparable, I don't believe it, your martial artist level 3 can be compared to my martial artist level 6. Xiao Peng also looked joking, pointed at Xiao Tian, and sneered, "Seven days later, I will let you know the end of losing." ”

Xiao Tian looked at the back of Xiao Peng leaving, and a playful smile leaked from the corner of his mouth for a long time, "After seven days, who will lose?" After taking the books and registering them on the desk, he came to his courtyard and prepared to cultivate.

Xiao Tian and Xiao Peng bet on this news and spread far and wide.