Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

Then he threw the jade card to Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan joined his hand and looked at it. He only felt that the jade card was warm. In addition, there was nothing strange.

The little black leopard knew something about his ignorance. Without waiting for him to ask questions, he immediately said, "this is a jade slip, which records a skill. It seems to be called Sanyuan quiet decision. You take it to practice, which will be of great benefit to you in the future. From then on, we will be cleared."

"Kung Fu?"

Yang Xuan's eyes lit up. He was about to say something, but he was interrupted by the little panther.

"You can see the content of this skill by sticking this jade slip on the center of your eyebrow. Only by practicing this skill together with your current skill can you continue to improve your cultivation. Otherwise, if you only cultivate one of them, it will be difficult to maintain Yin and Yang, and the mengxianluo will be eaten for nothing."

Yang Xuan was stunned for a moment, looked at the jade Jane in his hand, nodded stupidly, and immediately continued to look at the little panther, with a look in his eyes.

"You... You won't..."

The little black panther looked at Yang Xuan and felt a clatter in her heart. She had a strange idea: "you won't have no cultivation skills!"

Yang Xuan blinked twice and nodded helplessly.

In the real sense, the skills he is cultivating can only be regarded as decisive, but he can't improve his accomplishments against the enemy. It can't be regarded as a real skill.

The little black leopard pressed his paw on his forehead and was speechless for a while.

At this time, there was another roar in the sky. It was so frightened that it quickly put its claws back on the small tripod. After coughing twice, it said, "sorry, I think highly of you."

A layer of black line appeared on Yang Xuan's forehead, but his face remained serious and didn't answer.

"Forget it, I'm in a hurry. Let me tell you directly. The blood power in your body is so powerful that many of it must be artificially injected. Generally, this power must be cultivated with special skills so as not to hurt yourself. In other words, the skills should also be given to you, but you don't notice it."

"I didn't notice?"

"Yes, either it's buried in your sea of knowledge, so it hasn't appeared before a specific time, or it's put in some kind of utensils for you to carry with you. In the past, large families liked to do this to abandoned children."

"I! No! Abandoned!"

Yang Xuan's face was suddenly gloomy for two points. He gritted his teeth and said, and his face became ruddy.

The little black leopard glanced at his mouth and didn't care, but he continued to analyze: "you can look for what your elders gave you, maybe..."

His words were only half said, and Yang Xuan took out the immortal sword from behind.

"Yes, that's it."

The little Panther nodded and stretched out its claws. A black cloud rushed out and fell on the immortal sword.

Yang Xuan stared at the immortal sword with both eyes. The sword body was completely covered by the black awn in the twinkling of an eye. The black awn was creeping like a living creature. It was only two breathing times that immediately integrated into the sword body.

"Buzz!"

A light sound came out, and the immortal sword immediately began to shake violently, directly separated from Yang Xuan's right hand and suspended in the air.

"Tut Tut, it's a good guess. Human beings have been like this for more than 100000 years and haven't changed at all."

The little Panther shook her head somewhat uninteresting, and her voice suddenly became very old, as if she had come from a distant ancient era and experienced countless vicissitudes.

Yang Xuan's eyebrows coagulated, and there was a trace of fear in his heart.

This is the third time that this old voice appeared. Every time it made him feel strange, as if the little panther in front of him had suddenly changed, but it itself had no feeling.

Just as he was about to ask, the little Panther felt a smile around his mouth and picked up the small tripod on the ground. The whole body suddenly turned into a black awn. Just a few flashes disappeared in Yang Xuan's sight.

"Little Panther!"

"Call me uncle leopard!"

A voice came from afar, had regained its youth, and drifted slowly in this area.

"Are you gone?"

Yang Xuan's head bowed down and looked at the jade slips in his hand. Several brilliances flashed in his eyes.

The origin of the little black leopard is unknown, but what is certain is that it belongs to a very high world. It must be untouchable with its current state. Whether it is the unknown Li wasteland or all kinds of treasures in the cave, we can see the extraordinary of the little black leopard.

"Sure enough, strength is everything!"

Yang Xuan suddenly smiled and shook his head. He put the jade slips into the storage bag and took back the immortal sword.

When his fingertips just touched the handle of the sword, a red streamer rushed out of the immortal sword, but in the blink of an eye, it rushed directly into his mind along Yang Xuan's right hand.

At this time, Yang Xuan only felt a roar of consciousness, and there was a pile of symbols in his brain, which was very chaotic, making his eyes almost black.

At first glance, these symbols look strange, like children's graffiti. They are irregular and have nothing to do with words. However, when he focuses on reading, he can understand the meaning.

"Leave the fire."

Yang Xuan frowned and recited a sentence, and his look gradually became dignified.

According to Yang Dingshan, the immortal sword was left by his father. It's not too much to say it's a keepsake. I found a skill in it, and its name is a little consistent with his own blood. I'm afraid the meaning is really the same as what little black panther said.

"Is it really the skill left by my father? Or... It's already in this sword..."

Yang Xuan's head bowed down and his left hand gently rubbed the longevity sword. A vibrant vitality escaped from it. The sword body also became green, as if it was made of emerald.

Since the red streamer poured into Yang Xuan's mind, the immortal sword seemed to break free from some kind of bondage. There was no need to stimulate it deliberately, and its vitality would naturally show up.

A different color flashed in Yang Xuan's eyes. The immortal sword was the only thing left by his father. He said he couldn't find any valuable information from it.

Thinking in his heart, his remaining light suddenly turned to a white figure.

Looking around, he was a young man in white filial piety clothes who had been here since the beginning. Looking at the ruddy corners of his eyes, he seemed to have just cried. I think it should be the relatives of the people buried in the black coffin.

At this time, he was staring at Yang Xuan's immortal sword with a faint blue light in his hand.

After a dry cough, Yang Xuan remembered his current situation. Even if he took the immortal sword back into the scabbard behind him, he looked around.