Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 13 Cultivation Cave Mansion
The last time he was hunted down by Zhao Jinxin in the mountains, Mo Lin was forced to jump off the cliff because he had not practiced light kungfu and body skills, and was at a disadvantage in speed. Now that he has returned to the sect, he will not make the same mistake. It's a second time.

There are also hundreds of light kung fu and body skills in the Martial Skill Pavilion. Mo Lin's goal is very clear. If he wants to learn it, he should learn the fastest one. In the end, he chose a yellow-level top-grade body skill martial skill called "Phantom Lost Track", and practiced it to the extreme. Like a fleeting shadow, the feet do not touch the ground, without a trace.

After leaving the martial arts pavilion, Mo Lin put the two martial arts books on Sun Lao's desk for registration.

"Draw a knife and cut?"

Old Sun looked at Mo Lin with great interest: "Boy, this martial skill has not been chosen for many years. This is a life-threatening move. There is no turning back when you open the bow. If you can't kill the enemy with one blow, you will die." It’s me, I have the courage and courage, but I don’t know how about perseverance?”

"Try it, I'll do my best."

Merlin said with firm eyes.

"Phantom trail?"

Elder Sun picked up the movement technique below again, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"It's for escaping." Mo Lin said with a slightly teasing smile, "If you can't be beaten, then you can fight, if you can't, then you can run away. Living is the last word, right?"

Elder Sun nodded appreciatively: "That's right. Knowing how to measure, how to advance and retreat, this is the way of the strong. However, drawing swords and slashing with this set of body skills, if you master it, there will be different surprises. Martial arts The journey is as vast as the starry sky, and the success depends on everyone's understanding."

After hearing Elder Sun's words, Mo Lin's expression turned cold, and he bowed respectfully: "Thank you for your guidance, senior."

Elder Sun took a deep look at Mo Lin, didn't say any more, and helped him register. The martial arts selected by the Martial Skill Pavilion must be returned within a month, and the cultivation of other disciples cannot be affected.

"and many more."

Mo Lin turned to leave, but Elder Sun stopped him again, and he had an extra slender soft knife in his hand.

"Your martial soul is a green vine, implying whip. This hidden front soft knife was the first weapon I used when I was young. It is useless now. Take it."

Mo Lin was overwhelmed by the flattery, and was about to thank him, when an invisible force suddenly rushed over, forcefully pushing his leaning body back.

"Okay, don't thank me, let's go to practice."

Elder Sun threw the soft knife into Mo Lin's arms and called the next disciple to register.

Mo Lin was secretly startled, the vigor just now was several times stronger than his father Mo Qingshan, the strength of this old Sun is unfathomable.Putting his thanks in his heart, he smiled gratefully, and Mo Lin turned to leave.

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There are more than a dozen mountain peaks around the Unfeeling Sect, each of which has hundreds of man-made or natural caves.

In the Unfeeling Sect, the real masters would not hide in the sect to practice. These caves are full of vitality, and some are even several times the size of the practice room. That is the most suitable place for practice.

More than a dozen mountain peaks occupy a vast area, and it is not difficult to find a quiet place to practice.

On a cliff, there is a wide land suspended in the air. Looking down from the cliff, you can see the vast sea of ​​clouds, just like a fairyland on earth, which is refreshing.

However, Mo Lin was not in the mood to appreciate the scenery below the mountain. Drenched in sweat, he kept repeating a movement, drawing the knife, retracting the knife, drawing the knife, retracting the knife.

"Crack!"

There was another bursting sound, the rocks on the cliff exploded, and a slender knife mark was embedded in the cliff.

Mo Lin has been practicing hard here for fifteen days, and the cliffs are fragmented, full of knife marks of different shades, densely packed like a large criss-crossing net.

There are only three keys to drawing a knife and chopping. The first is to be fast, extremely fast. The second is to be accurate. If you can't hit the target accurately, no matter how fast you are, it is useless. The third is to be ruthless, which is power!Slashed out with a knife, the stone will be shocked, people will die when the knife is thrown out, and if you don't die, you won't return!

These three points seem simple, but they are not so easy to practice, because they all require the practitioner to have the most precise control over the soul energy in the body, and also have unparalleled explosive power.

There is no fixed method for drawing the sword and chopping. Although it is just a movement of drawing the sword, Mu Yang needs to practice drawing the sword from different directions and in different postures. The complexity of this move is better than thousands of moves. No one wants to practice.

Mo Lin ignored the sweat all over his body, and continued to draw his sword repeatedly.

The improvement of strength does not happen overnight. Only by persevering and having an incomparably tenacious will can one become a martial arts expert. Mo Lin, who has been a man for two lifetimes, knows this very well. He firmly believes that as long as he has perseverance, it is only a matter of time before he masters this knife.

He practiced another three hundred times, until he felt that his arm was sore and his mind was in a trance, so he stopped and inserted the Zangfeng soft knife back into the scabbard.

Stop drawing the saber, Mo Lin took a deep breath, his figure flashed with lightning, and he started to practice the martial art "Phantom Lost Track" again.

On the cliff, Mo Lin dragged a series of empty figures, like a dream, like a dancing monkey galloping without touching the ground, and soon disappeared in the woods not far away.

The sun sets, and dusk falls.

Mo Lin leaned against the cliff, watching the last ray of sunset in the distance, with a bright smile on his face. In his hand, he was holding a bulging deerskin bag, which was filled with the beast pills he had just hunted.

"In the past half a month of training, although drawing the sword and cutting is still far from the realm described in the book, with the power of the Ivy Spirit and the Tibetan Front Soft Saber, it should not be difficult to deal with ordinary eighth-level warriors. Cultivate in a cave, absorb the soul energy in these beast pills, and become an eighth-level warrior, and the power of drawing a knife should go even further."

Mo Lin rested for a while, and walked towards the mountains in the afterglow of the setting sun.

It didn't take long for Mo Lin to see several caves, but they were all occupied by people. At this moment, Mo Lin came to a mountain stream. Looking along the mountain stream, Mo Lin's eyes froze slightly.

"Twin Gorges!"

A peak appeared in front of him. In the middle of the peak, there was only a narrow crack that could accommodate three people side by side. The two sides were as smooth as a mirror. It looked as if someone had split the middle with a giant knife.

"He came here unexpectedly."

Shuangzijian Molin had heard from the disciples in the sect before that it is said that this place is one of the treasures of practice with the strongest vitality in the world, and only the powerful disciples of the sect are eligible to enjoy it.

"I don't know what the mystery is inside, go in and have a look."

With a slight movement in his heart, Mo Lin walked into the mountain stream.

In the distance, two disciples from the outer sect saw Mo Lin walking into Shuangzijian, and they gloated and said with a gleeful smile: "Where is this idiot, who doesn't know that this Shuangzijian is the territory of Junior Sister Mu Yao, and he dares to go in? Have fun watching."

"Mu Yao's strength is much stronger than ours, and no one is invincible among warriors. We should call Senior Sister."

While the two were whispering, Mo Lin had already walked into the Shuangzijian, which was hundreds of meters long.

Suddenly, it became clear that there was a hole in the depths of the mountain stream, a lake exuding a trace of heat appeared in front of Mo Lin, and there was actually a natural hot spring here.

(End of this chapter)