"This is a star-level advanced martial arts, there are not many in the entire Danfeng Town, how can there be so many?" Jiang Hao looked at the books on these shelves suspiciously. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I saw that on the first shelf, there was a flaming classic on the top floor, on which were written four big characters like flames -- Liaoyuan marksmanship. The momentum is like a spark, the gas can burn the prairies, the guns go, the plants and trees turn to ashes, and the jade is burned. You must have a fire attribute battle soul to cultivate, and if the battle soul is the spear battle soul in the battle soul of the weapon, it can best exert the power of this marksmanship.

Below this cheatbook, there are more than a dozen cheats densely stored, but they are all the experiences left by the ancestors of the Jiang family who have practiced this Liaoyuan marksmanship for hundreds of years.

Jiang Hao nodded secretly, this is reasonable, thinking that these four bookshelves are only the four cheats at the top of the bookshelf, and the rest are just the cultivation experience and experience left by the predecessors of the Jiang family.

After all, this star-level advanced martial arts is not a cabbage on the street, and it has not yet reached the point of rotten streets, and it is impossible to appear dozens of them at the same time.

Jiang Hao looked at them one by one, and saw the other three bookshelves placed on the top of the different earth martial arts-the Roaring Mountains and Rivers. The air gathers mountains and rivers, the sound is like mountains, the sound waves go, and the earth shakes the mountains, but it is a rare sound wave exercise. The earth is the battle soul that can be cultivated, and the beast battle soul can exert its power the most.

Ice martial arts - cold moon knife technique, sword qi condenses ice, strong cold long river, sword light and moon, and everything is silent. Ice type battle soul can be cultivated, if you want to exert the maximum power, the sword battle soul in the weapon battle soul is the best.

The last bookshelf is a dark martial art - Shadow Three Changes. The figure is one, the truth is indistinguishable, the virtual and the real are indistinguishable, the killing intent is there, and the ghosts and gods are difficult to prevent. The dark battle soul can be cultivated, but there is no requirement for the type of war soul.

Jiang Hao looked at the four bookshelves, and he wanted to cry without tears. None of the four most powerful star-level advanced martial arts of the Jiang family are thunder attributes, and they can't cultivate at all. Quite unwillingly glanced at the four bookshelves for the last time, Jiang Hao shook his head helplessly, planning to go back to the third layer to find a star medium martial arts cultivation with this thunder attribute.

But when I turned around, I saw a picture scroll hanging behind the door on the fourth floor, which was rolled up and hung behind the door, like a stick, and it was not easy to find if you were not careful.

Jiang Hao was puzzled, this fourth floor was empty except for a door and four bookshelves. There is not even a table or chair in the whole room, and the four walls are smooth and white, and they are not stained with fine dust. But there was such a picture scroll hung behind the door, and when it was hung, it was deliberately rolled up, full of a taste that wanted to be covered.

After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Hao couldn't resist the curiosity in his heart, and carefully stretched out his hand, wanting to take down the picture scroll. Who knew that the scroll seemed to grow on the door, Jiang Hao exerted his strength slightly, and he couldn't take it off the scroll. Worried about destroying the painting, Jiang Hao did not choose to take it by force, but gently untied the ribbon tied to the scroll, and the scroll suddenly opened slowly.

It is a delicate ink painting, depicted in an elegant bamboo forest, a handsome man in white, holding a sword and standing in a picture, the ink painting scroll is black and white, but on the top, there are three blood-red inscriptions on the blood bamboo picture.

"It doesn't seem to be anything special," Jiang Hao shook his head suspiciously, and looked at the scroll carefully several times, but still didn't find any clues, so he had to shake his head with a wry smile, roll up the scroll again, and prepare to leave.

However, at this moment, his face changed slightly. When he just looked at the painting, he clearly remembered the man on the painting clearly, but as soon as he closed the scroll, he silently recalled the content of the scroll in his heart, the bamboo forest, the breeze, all the details were clearly remembered, but the appearance of the man in white was blurry, and he couldn't remember whether he was alive or dead.

"I have fused the souls of two lives, and my mental power is much stronger than that of ordinary people, and my memory has always been very good. How can you forget what you've just seen?"

With doubts, Jiang Hao opened the scroll again, and when he saw the man in the painting again, the original vague memory became clear again.

Jiang Hao carefully read the contents of the scroll again, and memorized it in his heart, making sure that he would never forget it, Jiang Hao closed the scroll again.

Suddenly, a drop of cold sweat slipped from Jiang Hao's sideburns. Once again, the appearance of the man in white in Jiang Hao's memory became blurry again, and no matter how hard he tried to remember, he couldn't remember it.

"It's weird!" Jiang Hao secretly said to the evil door and opened the picture scroll again. This time, he took a few steps back, then sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes staring directly at the man in the painting, without blinking, as if to imprint the man's appearance in his heart.

But every time he closed his eyes, the appearance of the man in his memory began to blur, and after a moment it became nothing.

"I don't believe in evil anymore. Jiang Hao gritted his teeth, opened his eyes violently, and began to compete with the man in the painting.

I don't know how long it took, Jiang Hao only felt that his eyes began to ache, and the man in the painting had been under Jiang Hao's intently gaze for nearly a quarter of an hour. But Jiang Hao was still gritting his teeth and holding on.

Suddenly, Jiang Hao felt that the face of the man in the painting moved slightly, "Is it an illusion?" Jiang Hao hesitated a little, but then, the corners of the man's mouth in the painting were slightly hooked, revealing a hint of a smile.

"Hiss!" Jiang Hao was suddenly terrified, only to feel a chill down his spine, and his first reaction was to run quickly. But before he could retract his gaze, the man in the painting raised his head, and a pair of piercing eyes were already looking at him.

As soon as the eyes of the two sides made contact, Jiang Hao suddenly felt like thunder, and there was a loud bang in his head, and the whole person suddenly felt that the world was spinning, and then he lost consciousness.

I don't know how long it took, it seemed like an instant, and it seemed like a thousand years, Jiang Hao woke up slowly. What you see is an elegant bamboo forest, the evening breeze blows, and the black and white bamboo leaves float like waves, which is indescribably elegant and pleasant.

Wait a minute...... Black and white bamboo leaves?

Jiang Hao was suddenly terrified, this bamboo forest, this ground, this sky, the whole world is actually black and white. It's like an ink painting.

"I'm in the painting!" Jiang Hao was stunned, he desperately wanted to tell himself that this was not true, but this colorless world ruthlessly told him that he had indeed entered the painting.

"Calm down, calm down......" Jiang Hao took a few deep breaths hard, and finally calmed down temporarily. Standing up slowly from the ground, he looked vigilantly at the strange and familiar environment around him, and said secretly: "If I am in that painting, then what about the man in white in the painting?

With the doubt in his heart, Jiang Hao slowly walked into the bamboo forest, he walked very slowly and carefully. Because he didn't know if there was any danger lurking in this scroll. He didn't know what would happen to his outside self if he died in this scroll, but he knew that this was the weirdest thing he had ever encountered in his life, even weirder than crossing over.

Jiang Hao slowly paced forward, the bamboo forest sang late, the breeze blew, a bamboo leaf floated down from the branch, rolled a few times in the air, and slowly fell on Jiang Hao's hand.

The bamboo leaves are very light and soft, and they do not fall quickly. But Jiang Hao felt a sharp pain in his palm, and the bamboo leaf actually passed straight through Jiang Hao's palm, sharp as a rare sword that sharpened iron like clay.

Jiang Hao looked at his palm blankly, and bright red blood flowed out, adding a touch of enchanting red to the black and white world.

"This bamboo leaf is so sharp?" endured the sharp pain in his palm, and looked at the surrounding bamboo forest in shock.

I saw that on the thousands of bamboo leaves, there was an incomparably sharp aura, this aura was sharper than Jiang Hao's condensed vitality, and it was even more dangerous, exuding a smell of slaughter and death.

"Sword Qi!"

Jiang Hao's pupils shrank, and he suddenly raised his head, in this bamboo forest, on top of thousands of bamboo leaves, there was a terrifying sword aura that was extremely powerful, indestructible, and killing all things.