"I have reached the level of great success after practicing this Hunyuan Changjin Technique in the past two days!" In the room, Qin Hao was bare-jacketed and sweating profusely. His arms seemed thin, but they were shiny under the influence of sweat. He waved his arms, like two white pythons churning in the air, making hissing sounds.

Before one move was over, another move started again. When it was almost at its peak, Qin Hao's palm tip was like a knife light cutting through butter, causing the air around his arm to temporarily stagnate and immediately burst.

choke!

Putting away your arms and getting a long sword, it is the best spiritual soldier who is in Qiushui and Qiushui Sword!

Qin Hao held Qingfeng with a slightly drunk face, and his whole body seemed to be drunk. The sword in his hand was either probing or pricking, lifting or hanging, without any rules, making people feel that the sword was soft and without any power. But after he danced like this for a moment, a little starlight suddenly appeared in the room. When he looked closely, it turned out to be the afterimage left by the sword light, outlined in the air, leaving an illusion left behind.

Duckweed Sword!

Hunyuan Changjin Gong and the duckweed sword are both the techniques that Qin Hao practiced before, and they are both top-notch human-level methods. Although it is only Ququ human-level, it is difficult to practice both martial arts, especially the duckweed sword!

Before he was abolished, both methods reached the level of great success! Among them, the Hunyuan Changjin Gong mainly increased the thickness of the qi and blood in his body, which could allow warriors to burst out several times of their physical strength in an instant. The duckweed sword is also a relatively famous martial art in the Star Temple. The sword force is strange and makes people unable to defend. However, this sword technique is very difficult to practice, and few outer disciples study it. It is rumored that since the Star Temple obtained this sword, less than a hundred people have practiced this sword technique and achieved great success. Even now, several hall masters in the sect have practiced the duckweed sword, but even if they became strong insiders, this sword technique still failed to achieve great success, so they gave up later.

Qin Hao's ability to practice this sword technique is enough to prove that his talent in martial arts comprehension is quite outstanding, otherwise the sect would not have allowed him to be baptized and invited to God.

Returning to the Star Temple from Shanlan Sect, Qin Hao suffered too many hardships along the way, and he barely survived by relying on the system. After all, the props of the system are limited and cannot be fully relied on. After all, only when his own strength becomes stronger can he have the confidence to show off with others, right?!

These two skills were originally learned by him. At this time, his realm had almost returned to his previous state. After several days of familiarity and diligent practice, he finally picked it up again.

Hunyuan Changjin Gong, duckweed sword, sword from all over the world, and stars changing to fight!

This is the method Qin Hao has learned now, but he has not yet reached the level of Murong Qu's cultivation during his lifetime, so he cannot control the swords and the movement of stars and fights, but the number of times he uses them every day has changed from once to five times!

It greatly increased his confidence...

"I still have to go to the Imperial Hall..." Qin Hao's eyes flashed with a strange light. He put on his green breeze, put on his robe, stepped out of the door, greeted Bao Sandao, and took a group of people out of the courtyard.

The Chuanming Hall is the place where the Star Temple contains various martial arts and unique skills. It is a forbidden place and is located on a mountain behind the Kongxu Mountains.

Squeak!

Half an hour later, Qin Hao came outside the Chuan Nian Hall, looked at the huge courtyard in front of him that looked a bit like a secular academy, tidied up his clothes, and pushed open the dusty courtyard door. At first glance, there was no one in the courtyard hundreds of meters wide, with only two thick trench trees.

Several of the lofts with the same eaves are arranged on the left and right, with three pairs in total, six in total!

Qin Hao glanced around and finally saw an old man sleeping 60 on the threshold of an attic attic.

Afar, Qin Hao smelled a scent of the old man's body!

"Lord Hao, Lord Hao..." Qin Hao covered his nose, squatted forward, and reached out to push his body.

"Who?" The old man fell to the ground with his back and forked up. He heard the screams and opened his blurred eyes.

"It's me..." Qin Hao coughed.

"Oh, I remember, you are that Qin Hao, the fake son of god, right?" The old man's eyes returned to a few traces of clarity. Suddenly, he was shocked, sat up and kept tuning in his mouth. He looked at Qin Hao up and down several times before sighing: "You kid can still come back alive, you are very lucky!"

Speaking of which, the reason why Qin Hao practiced Hunyuan Changjin Gong and the duckweed sword was also the old man’s suggestion!

"Hehe." Qin Hao took out several jars of wine with fragrant aroma from the storage bag, all of which were the best collections of Shanlan Sect. Hao Tang took the initiative to move his nose, and was shocked and was about to reach out to grab it. However, Qin Hao was wary of it. With a slight flash, several jars of wine were put into the storage bag again by him.

"Want to bribe me?" Old Man Hao was overreacting: "Tell me, what do you want to do? I won't help you if you violate the rules of the sect, and I can't help you!"

"The master of the hall misunderstood. Didn't I make a contribution to the sect this time? The master of the sect specially rewarded me for coming to the sect to read the exercises of the sect." Qin Hao said with a smile.

"Is that so? Why didn't I receive the message?" The old man looked suspicious.

"The Son of God has just been born, and now the entire sect is focused on Han Li. I may have forgotten this little thing..." Qin Hao curled his lips.

This old man is also a monkey spirit. If the main sect really said this, Qin Hao would not use good wine to tempt him.

"Okay, but you can only go to the four rooms in spring, summer, autumn and winter!"

In the end, Old Man Hao compromised.

Qin Hao smiled slightly, took out a few jars of fine wines and handed them to the old man. These jars of wine are the best treasures of Shanlan Sect. Most people will never taste them in their lifetime. It is not a pity that Old Man Hao, a person who is addicted to alcohol, was moved. He turned around and looked at Qin Hao running towards the pavilion with the plaque with the word "Winter", squinted his eyes slightly, and smacked his lips: "Why did this kid go to the winter room? There are only human-level martial arts, and the earth-level methods are just a book, and it is still a low-quality one!"

After thinking about it, I ignored it. I opened a wine jar, smelled the fragrance of the wine, licked my tongue, and took a sip.

You should know that the disciples of the Star Temple came to the Chuanming Hall to choose martial arts, and they were accompanied by a dedicated person, to avoid anyone copying the martial arts, leaking them, or secretly learning greed, practicing various methods, and ultimately achieving nothing.

After Qin Hao entered the winter room, he saw rows of wooden frames in the dark hall, with books displayed on them, some of the carriers of martial arts, which looked like gold and jade, and the materials were extremely strange. He ignored the external objects and walked directly to the corner.

I saw an old desk standing there. Under a small window, there were many moldy and rotten books and calligraphy and paintings on the table...

These are not some exercises, but just some basic luck formulas and body-strengthening techniques. Those scrolls are also simple landscape paintings, all of which are the scenery of the empty mountains...

"It's still there!" Qin Hao pulled apart the calligraphy and paintings piled up on the table. After a moment, his eyes lit up and he took out a gray manual as big as a slap. He turned directly to the last page of the book, touching the page with his fingers, and found that it didn't feel like paper, and this thin piece of paper actually had a thick feeling.

There is something hidden inside this paper!
Chapter completed!