Martial arts become gods

Chapter 792 Three Artistic Conceptions
The puppet knight looked back at Mo Xian, as if signaling Mo Xian to go in.

Without any hesitation, Mo Xian jumped straight up, wanting to jump to the top of the tower.

However, due to the influence of the air-restricting magic circle, before jumping halfway, his body suddenly fell out of control, hitting the ground and almost falling.

"Haha...you have today too!" Xiao En immediately laughed wildly, obviously expecting it a long time ago.

"Shut up!" Mo Xian scolded in a low voice, and then glanced at Ding Rui with some guilt.

Ding Rui glanced at Mo Xian speechlessly, and then took out a piece of white silk from the ring.

She flipped her wrist, and Bai Ling immediately shot out like an offline sword, entangled on a sharp corner of the top of the tower, then she tapped the ground with her toes, jumped onto the top of the tower, and then threw Bai Ling to the top of the tower. Ling threw one end to Mo Xian.

Mo Xian was stunned for a moment, then shook his head mockingly, and also used Bai Ling to jump to the top of the tower.

There was a hole above the spire, so Mo Xian and Ding Rui entered easily.

Inside the tower is a small room, the floor and walls are made of some precious materials.

Since the tower has been tilted, the things inside are also very messy, piled up on the ground, and it seems that it has been smashed artificially.

It used to be a place where martial arts and skills were stored. Mo Xian took a casual look, and immediately a look of pain appeared on his face.

He actually saw a seventh-rank martial skill, but it was completely changed.

But he still took it out from the ruins, and after a while, he shook his head helplessly.

This ancient book has been damaged so badly that there is no way to restore it.

"It's really a waste!" Mo Xian smiled wryly, and searched through the pair of garbage without giving up, but he couldn't find a decent one at all.

In desperation, they could only go to the next floor.

This is still the case below, without any complete martial arts or exercises.

But Mo Xian didn't believe that there would be no omissions in such a big tower.

So they continued down, and soon reached the bottom of the tower.

This floor seemed to be originally underground, and it was very empty. To Mo Xian's disappointment, it seemed to be just a training room.

There is nothing inside except for some special puppets.

"Mo Xian!" Ding Rui suddenly called out, pointing at the surrounding walls with a strange expression.

The material of this high tower is very special, and it is extremely strong as a training room, but there are many traces on the three walls.

There are fist marks on one side, paw marks on one side, and sword marks on the other side, which seems to have been left on it by someone during cultivation.

However, these messy traces are very strange. Mo Xian just glanced at them, but couldn't move his eyes away.

Dimly, he seemed to see a person practicing boxing here.

This person's fists are fierce and domineering. They seem to open and close, and go straight, but they give people an elusive feeling.

The man kept punching, faster and faster, leaving fist marks on the wall.

Finally, the man withdrew his fist, looked back at Mo Xian, and smiled mysteriously.

Mo Xian was startled, and immediately came back to his senses. He shook his head, and everything in front of him disappeared instantly.

The walls are still just walls, nothing strange about them.

At the same time, Ding Rui was also looking at the wall full of sword marks in a daze.

Mo Xian frowned, walked to the edge of the wall, and punched it down with all his might.

"Bang!" There was a loud noise, and Mo Xian's whole body's energy and blood immediately surged, but there was not even a single trace on the wall.

He couldn't help but wonder how powerful it was to leave such clear fist marks on the wall.

He walked to another wall full of claw marks, but he didn't see any vision.

Those scratches were very messy, and if they fell on a person, they would definitely be smashed to pieces.

However, although these traces are clear, they give people an extremely weird feeling, as if they are half-finished products.

And when Mo Xian was carefully looking at these traces, there was one more person silently in the hall.

Seeing this person, Mo Xian's pupils shrank immediately.

The person who came was none other than the person beside Lin Xiao.

At this time, his complexion was quite pale, and there was a hint of sinister air between his brows, obviously he was also a vicious person.

"It seems that Lin Xiao's deterrent power is not very great, you actually go against his will." Mo Xian said lightly.

"Hmph, Lin Xiao is too arrogant, and he will suffer sooner or later. You must rely on yourself to rise so quickly. I am different from him, and I will not leave hidden dangers for myself. Since he does not want to do anything, then this matter is up to me. Done." The visitor said lightly.

This person's name is Pan Xing, ranked fourth ahead of Song Jing, and his strength has reached the realm of a five-star martial king.

He had said before that Mo Xian should not be underestimated, but Lin Xiao didn't care at all, so he deliberately fell behind the crowd and found an opportunity to sneak away.

He believed that as long as he solved Mo Xian, Lin Xiao would not make things too difficult for him.

"Five-star Martial King!"

Mo Xian looked at Perxing calmly. The latter did not hide his strength at all, so he could tell at a glance. At the same time, he also confirmed the identity of the other party.

After thinking about it in his heart, he said lightly: "Do you think you can really kill me?"

"Hmph, I know you have some strength, but I also have my own cards." Perxing snorted coldly, and the energy in his body suddenly surged out, turning into a giant bear, entrenched behind him.

His aura immediately surged, even though he was just standing quietly, it gave off a strong pressure.

Facing Mo Xian whose realm was far lower than his own, he actually sacrificed the real body of King Wu directly.

At this time, he seemed to notice the surrounding walls, and his expression changed immediately.

His realm is higher than Mo Xian's, and he is naturally better than Mo Xian in understanding certain things.

Just like these traces on the wall, he could tell at a glance that they contained the artistic conception left by a certain strong man.

The artistic conception seems illusory, but once it is mastered, it will be of great benefit.

Immediately, he couldn't care less about Mo Xian, and rushed directly towards the wall covered with fist marks.

Mo Xian immediately sensed Perxing's intentions. Although he didn't know why, he would never let Perxing touch the fist mark first.

So, he moved almost at the same time, and quickly rushed towards the wall with fist marks.

"Go away, this fist is mine!" Perxing's face immediately sank, and he punched Mo Xian, but he didn't realize that he had undoubtedly slipped his mouth.

"Fighting intention?" Mo Xian suddenly realized, so he naturally wouldn't let the other party get it.

Simply because he was closer to the wall, although Pershing was a bit faster than him, he was still able to touch it first.

But there was a problem, he had to bear Pershing's punch.

Perxing also didn't expect that Mo Xian would ignore his attack.

A look of ruthlessness immediately appeared on his face, but the strength in his hand was even heavier.

"boom!"

The violent fist wind blasted all the air away like a giant bear running wildly, and then smashed hard on Mo Xian's back.

"Pfft!" Mo Xian immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, and his complexion suddenly turned pale.

However, his palm also touched the fist mark on the wall.

(End of this chapter)