Chapter 3 Mysterious Iron Sword, 4 Pole Scriptures

The air in the mountains was very humid, Lin Tian didn't dare to start a fire, for fear of being noticed by the Xiao family and the Mo family. He hugged Lin Xi and leaned against the trunk of a thick tree, looking at the raging fire in the darkness in the distance, his eyes looked terrible.

There were bursts of pain in the body, and drowsiness also hit. Not long after, Lin Tian fell into a deep sleep.

Leaning against the thick tree trunk, Lin Tian had a dream. In the dream, he stood on a vast expanse of sky. Looking from a distance, there were nine hazy figures standing in front of him. A long sword was suspended in the center of the nine people, shining brightly. Brighten.

Suddenly, the nine people moved, and they all grabbed the long sword in the center.

Lin Tian opened his eyes wide. At this moment, nine people were fighting together. He saw the sky collapsing, the earth sinking, thunderbolts falling, and beams of divine light rushing up, as if they were destroying the world .

After that, the screen turned again, and he saw a long sword falling from the sky, passing through a series of blurred barriers, and rushing straight towards him.

"Mom!"

Lin Tian yelled, opened his eyes suddenly, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

The night was still dark, and he was still leaning against the thick tree trunk behind him. Lin Xi was lying in his arms, perhaps because he was too sad to be awakened by his loud cries. Lin Tian wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead, the dream just now was too scary, the long sword flew towards him at last, the scene was too real.

He let out a foul breath, and then suddenly startled.

sword?

What about the sword in your hand?

He remembered that when he was holding Lin Xi, the iron sword was always held in his right hand, but now it was gone!

Thinking of the dream just now, Lin Tian was startled into a cold sweat. He glanced around, and suddenly found a little bit of light in the palm of his hand.

He put his right hand in front of his eyes, and his pupils trembled. At this moment, there was a sword pattern in his palm. The appearance of this sword pattern was clearly the same as the iron sword he picked up under the cliff!

"This……"

Lin Tian's pupils tightened.

At this moment, a sharp pain hit his mind, Lin Tian only felt as if a heavy hammer had hit his head hard, and the heart-piercing pain made him want to scream out loud.

However, the pain didn't last long and soon dissipated.

Lin Tian was drenched with sweat, and then he was shocked again. At this moment, many mysterious and complicated things suddenly appeared in his mind, such as spells, divine patterns, Dao seals, all kinds of strange lights flickering, dazzling... Finally, an obscure ancient scripture poured into his mind Clank and ring.

Lin Tian was startled, what is this? Practicing exercises?

This thought shocked Lin Tian.

He has absorbed all the memories of this body, and knows that the world he is in now is a country that advocates martial arts. Martial arts is practice, and it is the dream of all young people. Every year, countless people want to embark on the road of martial arts. However, cultivation requires exercises, which are difficult to obtain, and it is impossible for ordinary small families to have them. In Beiyan country, most of the powerful cultivation methods are in the hands of the empire.

For example, in Fengjian City, in the huge city and surrounding areas, only Jiuyang Wufu and several martial arts families established by Beiyan Kingdom have practice skills, but ordinary martial arts families have very ordinary practice skills, far from being able to do so. Compared with Jiuyang Wufu. Moreover, the martial arts family will not pass on the practice skills to people outside the family. Therefore, every year, countless passionate young people who are determined to martial arts break their heads and rush to Jiuyang Wufu, hoping to become Wufu disciples and acquire powerful skills. Cultivate the exercises and really embark on the road of practice.

Lin Tian himself is not from a family of martial arts, and he has never joined Jiuyang Wufu, but now he may have obtained a practice method, how can he not be shocked?

Taking a deep breath, Lin Tian quickly sorted out the things that flooded into his mind, until an hour later, his eyes lit up, and he really sorted out a complete set of cultivation methods!

Body Tempering Magic, Four Pole Sutra!

PS: Thank Brother Hu for his support of 30,000 Zongheng coins, and Yaohuang for his support of 10,000 Zongheng coins, thank you!