Chapter 22: Entering the Tibetan Classics

"you wanna die!"
Zhou Xingyu was on the ground, his mouth was bleeding, and he glared at Lingdao with anger. He spoke up and talked about the wind. No way, the big front teeth all collapsed. He did not think of it, a face was defeated by Lingdao.
However, he was not convinced. In his opinion, Lingdao just hit him and he was caught off guard. If it is not Ling Dao that uses the body of Su Lun to resist, he will certainly not be defeated by Ling Dao, he lost, just because Ling Dao used tricks.
Even other foreign disciples will not really think that Lingdao is much stronger than Zhou Xing. Su Lun was too careless, and Zhou Xing was tired by Su Lun, causing them to be all down by Lingdao in two moments.
"Auntie!"
Just when Zhou Xing still wanted to talk, Ling Dao was stepping on his head. Originally, I didn’t say it, but I also ate a bit of mud. He had previously insulted Jiang Ren, and he still has this attitude. He will not give him a punishment. Naturally, he will not.
"If you lose your hand, you will have a little consciousness of defeating your hand! This time it is only a small punishment. If you dare to commit another crime, hehe!"
Lingdao snorted, but he did not return. The Swordsman advocates competition, but prohibits disciples from killing each other. Under such a large audience, Lingdao naturally did not do anything excessive.
He warned Zhou Xing that it was just a reminder. If Zhou Xing did not find him the best trouble, if he had to find him trouble, he could only say that Zhou Xing was looking for death. Among the outside disciples, Ling Dao really does not fear anyone.
"Good little guy, interesting, isn't Jiang Ren really finding a good disciple?"
"The little guy said that it wasn't Jiang Ren's apprentice. It shouldn't be lying. It seems that Jiang Ren cares about him very much, otherwise it won't be like this. If you care about Jiang Ren, then I want him to be worse!"
Not only did the outside disciples see the previous scene, but the elders in the dark saw it. These elders are all looking at Jiang Ren's dissatisfaction. Before, they did not deal with Jiang Ren's apprentice. Who wants Jiang Ren to be truly tempered, and is going to be on an equal footing with them?
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"Tibetan Pavilion!"
After the meal, Lingdao came to the Zangjing Pavilion and became a foreign disciple. He can already watch the martial arts and exercises on the first floor of the Tibetan Classics. In fact, he does not need these martial arts and exercises, but he must do so in order to hide his eyes and ears.
On the practice method, he has a very ridiculous genius, and Lingjiajiandian, on martial arts, he masters all kinds of swordsmanship of Lingjia. But now he is only a foreign disciple of the Sword of Heaven, and the practice and martial arts will definitely attract the attention of others.
He is still very weak now, and some things are naturally not known to outsiders. It is absolutely necessary to go to the Zangjing Pavilion to observe the martial arts and martial arts of the Swordsmen. By the time the foreign disciple is bigger than Dae, he can use the martial arts of the Sword of Heaven.
Jiang Ren had already told him that the first person to become a foreign disciple could get a condensate, and then he could break through to the true atmosphere. He naturally will not forget the foreigner disciple.
"The foreigner disciple Lingdao wants to enter the first floor of the Tibetan Classics Court and asks the elders to approve it!"
At the entrance of the Zangjing Pavilion, there was an elder sitting on the side, who had to be white and full of breath, as if it were a hill to suppress there. When he heard Lingdao, he slowly opened his eyes and glanced at Lingdao casually. He nodded.
"This elder, I am afraid that the strength is not weak, compared to other elders of the cracked swords I have seen!"
Lingdao’s spiritual sense is extremely acute, and the elders who guard the Tibetan Classics are indeed much stronger than the other elders he has seen. However, these things have nothing to do with Lingdao. He is now going to enter the Tibetan Classics to find martial arts.
There are many books on the first floor of the Zangjing Pavilion. In fact, the martial arts storage of the Swordsman is not rich, but there are a lot of copies here. It is not an easy task to find a powerful martial arts here.
Turning over a book of martial arts, Ling Dao's brow is wrinkled. The martial arts of the Sword of Heaven is really too bad, so he is too lazy to practice. In his previous life, he created a point of martial arts and was stronger than these martial arts.
After all, the cracked swords are only the ten powers. The martial arts and the practice are far less than the Ling family. Even the Tianwu Zong is simply not comparable. This point makes Lingdao stunned. Is it necessary to cultivate these martial arts?
The practice is better. The Sword of Heaven has a cracked sword, and Lingdao naturally chooses this method. The first layer of the Tibetan Classics is only the fleshy body of the cracked sword, and it is no problem to take a copy.
Since this time, Ling Dao has long discovered that after the cultivation of the wild and the immortal, there is no way to cultivate the Lingjia sword. It’s quite ridiculous that Xian Jin is too overbearing, and Ling Dao is not allowed to practice other exercises. In the quality of Lingjiajian, it is completely comparable to the wild and sacred, and it is naturally suppressed by the singularity of the immortal.
He chose to crack the sword, but there is no way to do it. Whether or not he can cultivate, he must choose a method. Otherwise, when the strong people of the cracked swordsman ask, he simply can't respond.
"what……"
At this time, Lingdao found a shabby martial arts cheat on the corner. What surprised him was that other martial arts in the field were copies, but this is true.
"Wh..."
He picked up the cheats and blown off the dust. He noticed the five characters above, "Ben Lei Shadowless Sword." Anyway, he did not find the martial arts he valued. He took the cheats and opened the cheats.
"A good hunterless sword, this martial art is not bad, just use it for me. With the cracked sword and the blazing sword, I don't have to worry about it for a while."
For a long while, Lingdao finally laughed. The first floor of the Tibetan Classical Pavilion, the only thing that satisfied him was this smashing sword. The cracked swords are really violent, so such a good sword, but thrown here, those poor swordsmanship, but placed neatly. Finally, I took a look at it and Lingdao walked out.
"Are you selected?"
When I first came out, Lingdao heard an old voice, but it was the elders of the Tibetan Classics. Lingdao nodded, and he looked at the elders with the cracked sword in his hand and the sword without a shadow.
"You can take away the cracked sword, and you will give up when you run the sword without a shadow. Go in and change another martial arts!"
The words of the elders of the Tibetan Classics were made by Ling Dao’s brow. The only layer on the first floor of the Tibetan Classical Court was the one with the shadow of the sword. Other martial arts did not look at it. But now, the elders did not even take him away from the shadowless sword?