Twin martial arts

It's very puzzling, the sacred objects started when the holy land was first built, can it be said that since ancient times, no one has been able to see its true face?

At least Lin Fan didn't believe it. The holy land stretched for thousands of years, and it belonged to the immortal inheritance in this continent. Who is not the protagonist in the world?

Who is not the strongest of their time?

How can such a person be ordinary and mediocre?

Knowing that there are sacred objects in the holy land, how could it be possible not to pursue them?

I don't know how many masters have changed over the years, and under repeated prying, perhaps they have left clues for future generations. Who can be sure that the masters of future generations do not know the true content of the sacred object?

Xuemei said humanely: "Don't think too much, whether it is the sword position, or the sacred object you are destined to get, in fact, it is not something you can covet now. The most important thing you should do now is to strengthen yourself. When you Only after a certain level of cultivation is strong, are you qualified to pursue these."

Lin Fan shook his head. Indeed, these things covered his eyelids like mist, making him uncomfortable and bored, but they did not block his way forward after all, and he could still move forward.

Only when his cultivation base is so strong that he is not afraid of everything, can he see the blue sky through the clouds and mists.

Suddenly, Lin Fan remembered the scene he saw at the bottom of the Forging Soul Pool, and asked tentatively, "Does the peak know the hunter?"

"Stalker?"

"you know too?"

Xuemei yelled in horror, which was seriously inconsistent with her graceful and luxurious temperament: "How do you know?"

Lin Fan's expression was complicated: "As expected, you also know."

Xuemei calmed down: "I have glimpsed one or two in the letters of the sages of the past dynasties, and I know something vaguely."

Lin Fan asked: "Fengshou, I want to ask if the so-called hunters are the subordinates of a certain force, or what?"

Xue Meiren waved her hand: "How could I know? I have said that I only learned a thing or two from the letters of the former sages, maybe you don't know as much as you do."

Lin Fan frowned, always feeling that this snow beauty was insincere and was hiding something. In the end, he sighed and didn't ask anymore, knowing that there would be no result if he asked.

Xuemei seems to be a little bit less interested: "The Holy Land is not as simple as you think, the Nine Peaks are not harmonious, and the first peak is not a Holy Land, so be careful."

Lin Fan slowly sat on the futon. What he learned today really made him uncomfortable. He always felt like a blind and deaf person whose five senses were covered by layers of fog.

Finally, he asked a question: "Fengshou, I would like to ask why I haven't been able to go to Yiyuan Peak to comprehend the One-Yuan Heavenly Kung Fu so far."

This was the biggest question in his mind. Yaofeng issued a special elixir to Tianjiao who chose Yiyuan Peak. It is said that it can increase the chance of comprehending the Yiyuan Heavenly Skill, but after he took it, the lightning martial soul in his soul would fluctuate violently.

It was as if he was crowding out and purifying the power of those special pills, as if the power of these medicines was very strange, but he had been in the Holy Land for so long, and he had never seen anyone enter the Yiyuan Peak to comprehend the heavenly skills.

But after he asked Yao Lao, Mo Lao and other questions, he saw their answers with complicated expressions: "The time is not enough."

So now he asks again.

"One yuan of Heavenly Art has shined for countless epochs and illuminated endless ages, but it's a pity that it hasn't faded yet." Xuemei said, with a melancholy and sad tone, as if she had seen through the world and realized the changes of time.

At this moment, in Lin Fan's perception, Xuemei is like an old monster who survived from prehistoric times, and is no longer a creature of this era.

In the end Xuemei returned to calm: "There is a great mystery in this Tiangong, not only in the Tiangong itself, it involves too much, knowing that fortune and misfortune are unpredictable."

Lin Fan frowned. How could a practice or martial skill be involved?

The most important thing is that this skill of Heaven is known as the number one in attack power. He really wants to get it. He always feels that one day he will be able to see through the fog of the road ahead. Heavenly skills, secret methods, etc. are required.

Xuemei said humanely: "Although the Holy Land is divided into nine peaks, in fact it does not prohibit the disciples of each peak from comprehending various methods. For example, my Xueyu Peak's martial arts and skills have been learned by Zhenwen Peak and Yao Peak. , and I, Xue Yufeng, have also learned a lot of amazing martial arts from other peaks."

"It's true that countless talents have been born, but it's also annihilated the chances of top masters being born." Xue Meiren seemed to be pointing.

Lin Fan was horrified. Could it be that the differentiation of the nine peaks and the fact that disciples can learn all the methods of other peaks at will, except for the unique skills of the peak, is it also a conspiracy?

But before he could think too much, Xue Meiren went on talking on her own:

"With one element of Heavenly Art, all the disciples of the Holy Land, including elders, peak leaders, etc., can go to comprehend it, but it takes a time."

"The living beings with records of Heavenly Kungfu are in serious trouble. The time in this world is extremely short. They need to seize the opportunity. Otherwise, it will be a thousand years later if they miss it. Therefore, if they want to learn Heavenly Kungfu, they need to wait patiently."

"Spirit?" Lin Fan's eyes widened. "You mean, the carrier of the ancient secret technique of recording the One Yuan Heavenly Art is a living creature?"

Xue Meiren nodded: "I talked too much with you today, you have been exposed to too many things that should not be accessible at your level, and it has already had a certain impact on your life. Next, I will not be in touch with you." Answer anything you want."

Lin Fan remained silent. In the final analysis, his level was too low and he was not qualified to know everything.

"You go, I already know why you came here, Qingluan is in the ice palace, you go find it yourself." Snow Beauty waved her hand, motioning Lin Fan to leave.

Lin Fan stood up, remained silent for a moment, bowed with fists in his hands, turned around and walked deep into the palace.

After he walked a long way, Xuemei sighed: "Is he that person? Reincarnation, oh, eternal life is so boring."

"Is that person really a person of reincarnation? If so, he should be destroyed!"

Speaking of the last sentence, Xue Meiren's beautiful eyes revealed a shocking murderous intent.

The Ice Palace is huge and boundless. From the outside, it doesn’t look like a thousand feet, but after entering it, you can see its vastness. Walking in it, Lin Fan perceives that there are many strands of spiritual consciousness intertwined to form a network of spiritual consciousness. As Lin Fan goes all the way to the depths, he can perceive The murderous intent hidden in the deepest part.

Of course, it wasn't aimed at him, it was just a trace of the lurking killing formation in the Ice Palace, or the invisible release of the Xueyu Peak powerhouse stationed in the Ice Palace.

But even the slight murderous intentions unleashed invisibly made Lin Fan feel unsteady. He didn't know what kind of catastrophe it would cause if these murderous intentions really fell on him.

The most peculiar thing is that in this network of divine senses, he perceives that some spiritual senses are decayed, but some are vigorous, and those vigorous spiritual senses may not be much older than him.

"The peaks really have profound backgrounds. Is this young spiritual consciousness the Holy Son of Xueyu Peak hidden from the previous generation?"

Lin Fan frowned and continued to move forward, but just after taking a step, he was stopped by a cold coquettish voice: "One more step forward, die!"