The mountain top, where the flames were originally high, gradually cooled down and the flames receded. Except for some residual temperature, it was completely different from what Fei Yang had seen before, giving people a feeling of being in another world. Vertex X 23 U S
Holding the stone sword pulled out from the mountain top, Fei Yang was confused.
Vaguely, he felt as if he had a lot more memories and knowledge that didn't belong to him originally.
But no matter how hard I thought about it, I couldn't find any clue.
It's like having an impressive dream. Everything that happened in the dream still has some vague feelings, but if you really want to distinguish it in detail, you can't get the answer at all.
This made Fei Yang feel a little discouraged.
The top of the mountain was no longer covered with terrifying flames, and Fei Yang was inevitably a little uneasy.
He had not forgotten that just outside Jiao Mountain, there was a ferocious violent maned tiger squatting. It was such a ferocious beast that he was forced into the cliff where the fire was always strong.
Pulling out the stone sword from the boulder was just an instinctive attempt at a critical moment.
Adjusting his breathing and concentrating his mind, Fei Yang mobilized the power of blood and energy in his body.
After a while, Fei Yang opened his eyes in surprise.
"The speed of cultivating blood energy has accelerated. My bloodline seems to have been purified and I can gain more inheritance from my ancestors!"
The early blood-rage knights used techniques passed down from generation to generation to pass on the huge power they had accumulated.
After this inheritance has formed and the network has become extremely large, it is no longer something that an independent individual can fully absorb.
Therefore, based on the Blood Fury Knight, more practice methods have been developed.
The source of strength is those ancestors who have passed away and left behind strength.
But those who receive the power are the inheritors of the bloodline.
The purer the bloodline, the stronger the bloodline inheritance power obtained, turning into a special energy that runs through the veins of the whole body.
The current human race believes that this is the power of blood.
But when you stand at a high enough level, you can clearly see that this is not blood at all but faith.
Belief in ancestors and bloodline, so with this belief, accumulated between heaven and earth, gathering huge energy.
And how much power can be extracted from this energy group for one's own use depends on some more mysterious and mysterious marks, as well as the absolute belief in oneself, as well as the special skills inherited like unlocking secrets and other comprehensive factors. It is not simply Bloodline purity can be determined.
Although the current human race is making correct progress on the path of Blood Rage Knights, their understanding has been greatly deviated.
Of course it cannot be said to be a mistake.
Looking at the problem from the most macroscopic perspective of the universe, no view in this world is absolutely wrong.
Because its appearance and existence itself represent a refraction of the rules of the universe. And the concepts that will appear after being recognized cannot be regarded as errors.
Fei Yang was a little excited as his strength had improved to a certain extent.
However, the swelling of the muscles in his body told Fei Yang that he could not continue to draw strength to improve his body and qi and blood.
In this case, Fei Yang began to practice boxing instead.
The boxing technique that Fei Yang practices is called Blood Moving Fist. Although it is a popular martial art, because Fei Yang's family specializes in making certain modifications based on the characteristics of the family's bloodline, it is not the same as the Blood Moving Boxing from the outside world.
No matter what, this is the only boxing technique Fei Yang knows.
Because his blood was impure and he was destined to have little potential for development, Fei Yang's status in the family, not to mention humble, was not much higher than that of those servants.
With the flow of energy, some of the moves that Fei Yang thought were too flashy have new functions. There is a rhythm between each move. It is obviously a boxing technique that has been refined by countless predecessors.
"It is said that every popular martial arts has hidden peerless martial arts. Is it the same with Blood Moving Fist?" Fei Yang couldn't help but muttered to himself. After all, the adventure of not yet figuring out the purpose gave him some very different expectations for himself.
"The changes of Blood Moving Fist are all between one movement and one movement. Movement is momentum, and it is also our body. Luck is energy and soul. Training the body and soul to be in perfect harmony is already the limit of this boxing method. It means that we should know our own body well and be able to send and receive according to our heart. Although it is a good basic boxing method, it is not a unique skill. A boxing method is too rigid and strict. Although it is suitable for countless people, it has also lost its meaning. Characteristics, and a move without characteristics cannot become a unique skill at all." A clear voice sounded from behind Fei Yang.
"Which one is it again?" Fei Yang put away his fists and his whole body was as tense as a cheetah.
"I'm Liu Suifeng! I'm passing by in the middle of the night, asking for a place to rest!" A young man in white stepped in, looking elegant and extraordinary. But his name seems to have little sincerity.
Such names as Liu Suifeng and Lord Grim have been overused in some knight story books for a long time. They probably have a little more sincerity than Zhang San and Li Si.
Fei Yang's eyes quickly swept over him.
"Landscape fan, jasper pendant, jade hairpin, white clothes, white shoes, and a very sultry gold and bronze sword!" At first glance, he is a child of a noble family with extraordinary wealth.
Feeling the profound meaning in Fei Yang's eyes, the white-clothed young man who calls himself "Liu Suifeng" gently shook his fan, but his eyes naturally slid over the stone sword at Fei Yang's waist.
I stayed up late at night and ran to the deep mountains and forests to find a place to rest.
This kind of bad excuse can't even fool a novice reader!
Fei Yang does not have a high IQ and is not a smart player.
But I'm not stupid enough to believe whatever others say.
He was just a descendant of the lonely Fei family, an inconspicuous person with impure blood, and he didn't have that much face, so he attracted such a person to visit him in the middle of the night.
Having said that, Fei Yang tightened the hilt of the sword in his hand.
A warm energy was continuously coming from the hilt of the sword, which made Fei Yang even more convinced that what he got was a treasure.
"You know what? You are really lucky." Liu Suifeng in white sighed when he saw Fei Yang's guarded expression, and then took a step back to express that he was not hostile.
"This is a sword of the brave! Thousands of years ago, the ancestors of the human race killed an evil dragon with this sword." Liu Suifeng seemed to be doing it on purpose, only half of what he said made Fei Yang unable to hold back. Teeth itchy.
"Evil dragon?" Fei Yang asked doubtfully.
Liu Suifeng said slowly and maliciously: "Yes! The evil dragon! It's right at your feet. You pulled out the sword that killed it or sealed it. It won't be long before it is resurrected."
Fei Yang's heart skipped a beat. Although he didn't know whether what the other party said was true or false, if it was true, then he would be in big trouble.
But Liu Suifeng said with a smile: "Of course I'm lying to you. Even the oldest ancient dragon cannot be stabbed into the head by a stone sword that penetrated the will of the ancient human warriors and suppressed thousands of years later." , still retains vitality.”
