The Martial Arts Hall has thousands of years of accumulation from Jiangtian Academy, and the background is extremely profound, and low-level martial arts are full of first-level martial arts, which are dazzling.

However, the academy didn't seem to attach much importance to these low-level martial arts, as the first level was open to the entire academy.

But although it is only a low-level martial art, if these martial arts are taken to the outside world, I am afraid that it will cause a huge sensation, and countless Source Force Realm and even Spiritual Qi Realm cultivators will rush to it.

You must know that not all forces have thousands of years of accumulation and have so many martial arts like Jiangtian Academy.

Even those family forces that have been inherited for a long time can hardly have so many martial arts, and this is the difference between the academy and a family

A long-standing academy, the strength and cohesion that can explode at a critical moment is unimaginable, no matter how strong a family is, but the strong people that can be produced are limited after all, but what about an academy?

Thousands of students graduate from Jiangtian Academy every year, and you can imagine how many strong people have been cultivated over thousands of years.

And how many of these strong people are like today's Shengzhou figures!

Therefore, no one will ignore the amazing energy that a long-standing academy can burst out in a crisis.

Lu Zhe stood quietly beside the rows of bookshelves at this time, letting the people around him come and go, and his figure stood still.

He closed his eyes and pondered, his divine consciousness sank into the dantian, and the martial arts hall brought him a sense of endless vicissitudes of time, which was formed by the accumulation of time.

The first floor of the Martial Arts Hall was extremely empty, and Lu Zhe's divine consciousness floated around, like rootless duckweed, lightly sensing the breath of martial arts.

After dozens of breaths, he suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze was like a torch, and he strode forward, and went straight to a row of bookshelves and picked up a roll of parchment.

Before he came to the Martial Arts Palace, Li Manrong told him that all the martial arts in the Martial Arts Hall had been set up by the spiritual magician.

When everyone comes to the Martial Arts Hall, they can feel these martial arts through their divine sense, and then choose a martial arts book that suits them.

There are tens of thousands of low-level martial arts on the first floor of the Martial Arts Hall, although the martial arts on the first level are not high, but there are also powerful martial arts in them.

And whether the students can obtain those powerful martial arts depends on personal chance.

It is rumored that the martial arts of Qiankun, the small divine arts, the great divine arts, the consummation divine arts, and even the supreme divine power are all spiritual, and only those who are destined to be recognized by martial arts can practice.

Although low-level martial arts do not produce spiritual sense, they can also be perceived by people with divine consciousness after being set up by a spiritual magician.

Lu Zhe looked at the sheepskin roll in his hand, and a warm and greasy feeling came, and the three dark red characters "Tiangang Fist" on the ancient sheepskin appeared in front of him.

He was obviously very satisfied with this martial art, and a long-lost smile appeared on his face, and then he turned around and went through the formalities and left the Martial Arts Hall.

When his back was about to disappear in front of the door, behind the quaint counter on the first floor of the Martial Arts Hall, an old man who looked sloppy and leaned against an old wooden chair also shot a fine light in his eyes, looking at the thin body.

His eyes were ajar and empty, but they were deep and profound.

He seemed to be thinking about something, and muttered to himself, "It's another little guy who chooses Tiangang, if his name is Lu Zhe, I'm afraid it's the person the old guy said." But if you can't even cultivate Tiangang, I'm afraid that every qiē will be in vain. ”

It's just that Lu Zhe, who has already walked out of the Martial Arts Hall, can't hear these words, of course, even if he wants to hear them, he can't hear them.

With this volume of martial arts, Lu Zhe did not return to the place where he lived, but instead turned out of the gate of the academy and rushed straight towards the Yuluo Mountain located at the back of the academy.

Jiangtian Academy stands on the Tianfeng Plain, built against the mountain, and on this vast plain, this jade falling mountain inevitably seems a little abrupt and dazzling.

There have always been rumors about Yuluo Mountain in Tiansheng Prefecture, and it is said that thousands of years ago, the founder of Jiangtian Academy, Yuluo Daoren, used his great divine powers to bring it from other states.

There are three thousand states on this continent, and this Heavenly Sacred State is one of them.

The continent is extremely vast, and it is only a Heavenly Saint State, and a Source Force Realm cultivator may not be able to get out in his lifetime. You can see how huge it really is.

It is precisely because of this that Jiangtian Academy has been clothed with a hazy coat, making Jiangtian Academy quite mysterious in the entire Tiansheng State.

After all, to move such a huge mountain over such a long distance, the strength required is difficult to estimate with common sense, and it is beyond human measure.

When Lu Zhe's figure disappeared at the gate of the academy, a figure also flashed in a dark corner not far away, the figure was thin and long, and there was a fierce light in some gloomy eyes.

Lu Zhe galloped on Yuluo Mountain, his speed spread to the extreme, and soon, a waterfall as high as five hundred zhang appeared in front of him.

The water curtain is pouring wildly, and the sound is shocking!

Lu Zhe took a deep breath, looked at the water flow like a galloping horse, gritted his teeth and plunged headlong into the water curtain.

Although Tiangang Fist is only a third-grade martial art, the difficulty of cultivation is not weaker than that of ordinary four-grade and fifth-grade martial arts, because this martial art has extremely high requirements for the cultivator's body.

Although the difficulty is great, once it can be practiced, the power of these three-grade martial arts is amazing.

Tiangang Fist is said to be derived from a supreme martial art.

Although I don't know what level that supreme martial arts is, and this Tiangang fist is far less powerful than that supreme martial arts, it is not weak among the nine rank martial arts.

And Lu Zhe has always paid great attention to the cultivation of the physical body, but he is still far from the requirements to be achieved by practicing Tiangang Fist.

Under the fierce impact of the water curtain that poured down frantically, Lu Zhe felt a pain like tearing his flesh attack, and at this moment, the softest water seemed to have turned into countless sharp blades.

The falling flowers deliberately flow mercilessly, at this time, the rushing water like a lake and a dragon is surging downward, and the somewhat thin figure under the waterfall is silently bearing.

His upper body was soon covered with red scars, and the sharp pain caused Lu Zhe to burst out with a wild roar like a beast, and then he rushed out.

"I can only hold on to five breaths, but it's not enough. Lu Zhe spread his hair and whispered in his mouth.

If you want to improve the strength of your body, accepting the training of external forces is the most primitive and direct way.

"Gu Yunfei is already the eightfold source power!!"

Lu Zhe clenched his fists, his eyes were full of resoluteness, he thought of the young man in Chinese clothes who was aggressive and wanted his life again and again, and there was an amazing power in his bones that continued to burst out. After a short rest, Lu Zhe plunged into the water curtain again.

"Seven breaths!"

"Eight breaths!"