"Disciple Hanchen, pay homage to Elder Songhe!"

When Han Chen was surprised when he saw the old man who suddenly appeared, he hurriedly clasped his fists and saluted. Although he had never seen the other party, he knew that there was only an elder named Songhe who was practicing in the Martial Arts Pavilion.

"No need to be polite." Song He waved his hand slightly, and a little surprise surged in his turbid old eyes, "Are you Han Chen?"

"Yes, my disciple is Han Chen!"

"Does the seventh level of body tempering? It seems to be different from what they are rumored." Songhe murmured in a low voice.

Han Chen lowered his head slightly and didn't say much. How could he jump to the third level in a short period of time? It was a secret about his life.

Songhe was just a little surprised, and then pointed to the black book in the other party's hand and said, "Do you want to practice this sword skill?"

"Yes." Han Chen answered honestly, "Dare you ask the elder, is there any problem with this Phantom Wuji?"

"Is there a problem? There should be one! This sword skill is quite special, and it emphasizes how to do whatever you want and does not follow the norm. It is very difficult to practice."

Han Chen frowned slightly and asked, "Has anyone practiced it before?"

"It seems that more than a hundred people have practiced it! I can't remember the specifics. Only a few people have successfully practiced, but the power it exerts is not as good as the Rage Lion Crazy Gang."

"So that's how it is." Han Chen suddenly realized that no wonder there was such thick dust piled up on it. Cultivation is difficult and not powerful, so few people really would choose.

But at the same time, Han Chen was puzzled. Since no one practiced this sword skill, why are you still put it here? Is it filled in the number? Naturally, it is impossible. The Xuanyuan Peak Sect is so big that there are tens of thousands of powerful martial arts, one more or one less, it doesn’t matter.

As if seeing Han Chen's confusion, Songhe said, "The reason why this phantom Wuji is placed here was created by Elder Mo Hen back then."

"Elder Mo Hen? The youngest elder in Xuanyuan Peak?" Han Chen blurted out.

Speaking of Mo Hen, he is really a legendary figure in Xuanyuan Peak. He entered Xuanyuan Peak at the age of ten, and stood out from countless outer disciples at the age of fifteen, becoming the youngest inner disciple.

This did not stop his legendary footsteps. Mo Hen grew up quickly. With his excellent qualifications and hard work, he showed his strength and became the leader of inner disciples. Later, he made contributions to his master's sect repeatedly, and eventually broke the record of the youngest elder.

However, God was jealous of talented people. When Mo Hen was full of energy and was young, he died unexpectedly when he went down the mountain to go on a mission. Xuanyuan Peak was deeply saddened by it, but his glorious deeds were remembered in his heart.

"Yes!" Song He's old eyes were faintly seen with regret, and he sighed softly, and then said, "This phantom Wuji was created by Mo Hen, so no matter what the problem with this sword technique itself is, it is impossible to discard it."

Han Chen held the black book in both hands, pursed his lips, his eyes flashed firmly, "I'll practice it."

"Oh? Do you really want to choose Phantom Wuji?"

"Yes!" Han Chen nodded, then took out the pen and ink and blank paper, and carefully copied the key points of Phantom Wuji's martial arts.

Songhe's wrinkled old face trembled slightly. Since Han Chen entered the Martial Arts Pavilion before, he noticed him. The two martial arts he selected, "The Great Ghost Hand" and "Phantomless Viagra", are all unwilling to practice. The disciple in front of him who was called "waste" is really hard to understand.

However, in Songhe's opinion, Hanchen will come back sooner or later to change his practice skills.

.........

A few days passed, and Han Chen lived in a remote courtyard.

The naked boy was sweating in the moonlight, holding an ordinary iron sword in his hand, dancing with a weird set of sword techniques. The reason why the sword technique is called weird is because the coherence of the move is so poor.

The previous move was obviously an attack on the opponent's lower plate, while the next change move was transformed into the upper body. The previous second was obviously a diagonal stab at the left, but the next moment he ran to the right. Even if a child of seven or eight years old saw it, he felt that the sword technique was a bad word.

On the quiet night, I could only hear Han Chen's "Hey Ha" practicing martial arts, but slowly, even he felt something was wrong.

"The Phantom slashes the sky with one sword!"

Han Chen held the long sword in his hand and slashed at an iron plate in front of him with a sword. The sharp sword body made a whistling sound in the air. Then there was a harsh sound of "Chi!". The long sword was inlaid with an iron plate about half an inch.

"Why is this sword-breaking technique so powerful?" Han Chen looked at the results of the past few days with a sad face. It was so unbearable. Even an ordinary attack could be better than this.

Elder Songhe did not lie to him, there was indeed a big problem with this sword skill.

Hanchen lay on the ground depressedly, regardless of whether the ground was dirty or not, and his hands were placed behind his head, looking at the stars densely covered in the sky. The Milky Way was shining brightly. Hanchen felt like the forgotten lonely star, dull.

After these days of high-intensity training, he felt a little tired physically and mentally. Before he knew it, sleepiness came and he actually closed his eyes.

Dreams, especially real dreams!

Han Chen found himself standing on a golden scroll. There were humans, beasts and various monsters, people with wings, lion-headed and eagle-body beasts, etc.

"Isn't this the Supreme God Picture?" Han Chen looked at the God Picture stepping on his feet in surprise. At this moment, he was like an ant crawling on the carpet.

Then Han Chen suddenly discovered something, and saw a black shadow standing not far ahead. He could not recognize his appearance or dress, but from the outline, it seemed to be somewhat similar to him.

"Who are you?" Han Chen asked.

The black shadow did not answer, and a shadow similar to a sword appeared in his hand. Then he began to dance in front of Han Chen.

"Is this?" Han Chen was obviously stunned. What was going on? What shocked him even more was that the sword technique used by the other party turned out to be "Phantomless".

In the past few days, Han Chen has been tortured by this sword technique and cannot be practiced no matter how hard he practiced it. However, the black shadow sword move in front of him made Han Chen open his eyes wide in shock.

The moves are orderly and continuous, like the surging river, one sword after another, one move after another, not at all as stiff as Han Chen did.

"I understand, so that's it." Han Chen's face was filled with an extremely excited expression. He finally understood what it means to do whatever he wants. It turned out that this phantom martial arts had no specific routine at all, and only required a little, "coherence".

The black shadow practiced faster and faster. Han Chen couldn't turn his eyes and couldn't bear to blink. He could even feel the airflow around him began to tremble.

"I understand everything, haha."

Han Chen jumped up excitedly, his body trembled suddenly, and his eyelids suddenly opened. Then he realized that he was lying in the yard, and the sky outside was already bright. Han Chen quickly recalled the content he had learned in his dream, and what made him happy was that it was all in his mind.

"This must be the credit of the Supreme God Picture!"

The supreme divine picture he obtained unexpectedly actually gave him so many surprises one after another, Han Chen was very happy. At the same time, he became more determined and could not reveal this matter to anyone.

Next, Han Chen ran to a remote small lake at the foot of the mountain to take a shower. Then he began to enter training again. After this period of time, he understood that only strength can tell everything.

In the lush jungle, a flexible figure moved back and forth on one tree after another.

Hiss! A cold and cold light flashed by, and a poisonous snake wrapped around the tree was split in half, then it fell on the ground covered with fallen leaves like a broken rubber band.

Wow! Then a figure holding an iron sword fell steadily to the ground. Looking at the torso of two poisonous snakes on the ground, Han Chen raised a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Sorry, you attacked me first."

Looking up, I saw that this was already the edge of the back mountain of Xuanyuan Peak. In this vast and boundless back mountain, there were a wide variety of poisonous beasts. In the internal area, there were even monsters.

The magic core in the body of the monster is a good thing. The magic core contains the purest original power of the monster. Although humans cannot absorb it directly, it can be embedded in weapons to increase lethality. It can also be used as materials for refining elixirs, etc. Its functions are very wide.

As a result, many disciples like to come to the back mountain in groups to hunt monsters and obtain their crystal cores.

Based on the current level of Hanchen's seventh level of body tempering, from the surface, it is equivalent to the strength of a second-level monster. The level of ordinary monsters is from level one to nine, and there are also powerful beast species such as beast kings, beast kings, etc.

Although there are many types of monsters in the back mountain, the highest level found from Xuanyuan Peak is only the ninth level of the Master Martial Realm. As for those powerful beast kings, they are all in the deepest part of the mountain range. They and Xuanyuan Peak have a similar meaning of not interfering with each other.

Of course, once someone invades their territory, they will attack without hesitation.

There were only one or two levels of monsters nearby, and Han Chen didn't take it seriously. At this moment, a panic cry for help came over.
Chapter completed!