Jiang Xuan suddenly woke up with the severe pain in his head.
"This is..." He found that he had entered a world of stars.
The endless star field is dotted with stars and is vast.
Among them, among the countless stars, nine stars were particularly bright, shining with brilliance that actually obscured the brilliance of the surrounding stars.
They move slowly, and there seems to be some kind of attraction between them, pulling each other.
Until the end, the nine stars seemed to have merged into one body and formed a straight line.
Nine stars in a row! "Yin!"
At some point, an endless divine dragon suddenly appeared, hovering among the nine stars.
Shenlong's eyes were majestic and domineering, and his whole body seemed to exude a tyrannical aura that dominated the world.
"I even honor the divine dragon, the eternal supreme being under the sky."
The dragon's gaze seemed to have traveled through eternity and landed on Jiang Xuan.
Suddenly, Jiang Xuan's whole body was filled with excitement. He felt as if he had been completely seen through in front of this dragon, and there was no longer any secrets.
"Why are seniors here?"
Jiang Xuan tentatively spoke. Although he was only a small branch disciple, he had heard some legendary stories from his parents since he was a child. The person in front of him was most likely a powerful being from ancient times.
.
"In a war three thousand years ago, someone plotted against me and I died.
Boy, I sense the reluctance in your heart, and I hope that after receiving my inheritance, you can one day go to the Dragon Clan and save my people."
There seemed to be a hint of sadness in the Shenlong's tone.
Then, before Jiang Xuan could react, the dragon roared, and the nine stars in the sky turned into mysterious runes and rushed into Jiang Xuan's mind.
When Jiang Xuan saw the scene in front of him clearly again, he found that he had returned to reality.
"Huh..." Jiang Xuan took a deep breath, eager to digest the information that appeared in his mind.
"The "Nine-Star Divine Dragon Technique" is said to be the supreme skill in ancient times. Once you practice it to perfection, you can transform into a divine dragon, become invincible physically, and dominate the world!"
Jiang Xuan looked extremely excited. He never thought that one day he would receive the inheritance of the ancient power.
The path he will take in the future is destined to be anything but ordinary.
"Don't worry! It's up to you to inherit and rebuild with your kindness! From now on, I will definitely go to the Dragon Clan to save your people."
Jiang Xuan secretly made up his mind.
"Hey! My realm has broken through to the third level of the Pulse Opening Realm."
At this moment, Jiang Xuan had the urge to look up to the sky and smile. Not only had he received a terrifying inheritance this time, but his cultivation had also improved by leaps and bounds.
"Hmph! Jiang Mo.
Usually, you mainline disciples always rely on your own cultivation to bully us branch lineage disciples.
Just wait and see this time!"
Jiang Xuan is a person who has a clear distinction between love and hate. A drop of kindness will surely be repaid by a spring of water.
But if anyone deceives him, he must pay back tenfold.
...After picking the Fengyang grass, Jiang Xuan did not stay any longer. He was as tall as the wind and quickly returned to the house where he lived.
"Brother! Come and eat quickly!"
As soon as he returned home, a girl came directly to greet him. She pulled Jiang Xuan to the dining table and said with a smile.
"Ling'er, here! This is the Fengyang grass for you. When I have money, brother, I will buy you a cold-proof elixir. Then you will be free from the cold poison."
Jiang Ling'er nodded obediently. Although her family was poor now, she had always believed in what her brother said. Whatever he said would work, it would work.
...The next morning, Jiang Xuan did not go out, but continued to practice in his courtyard.
"Groan!"
In the courtyard, a dragon-shaped energy shot out under Jiang Xuan's palm, with an astonishing momentum.
"Still not enough!"
Jiang Xuan shook his hand. Although he now obtained the "Nine-Star Divine Dragon Art", a peerless skill, he lacked the body skills.
"ABC Novel Network took a look."
After saying that, Jiang Xuan walked directly towards the library.
...The Library Pavilion is located to the west of the Jiang family's mansion. If you want to go to the Library Pavilion, you will pass by the martial arts arena.
When Jiang Xuan passed by the martial arts arena, a shout made him stop in his tracks.
"Hehehehe! Jiang Xuan, you are not afraid of death. I didn't expect you to come here and die so soon!"
Jiang Xuan frowned and looked ahead.
"Jiang Mo, it's not even three days yet?"
The person who appeared in front of Jiang Xuan was Jiang Mo, who proposed to have a discussion yesterday.
"So what?
I can’t wait!”
Jiang Mo smiled ferociously, licked his lips, and a cruel look flashed in his eyes.
If it had been before, Jiang Xuan would have been frightened out of his wits, but now... "Okay! But my time is precious, how about we decide the outcome with one move?"
Jiang Xuan said seriously.
"Hehe! This kid is really smart. He knows that he can't defeat Jiang Mo, so he actually came up with this method. I'm afraid he wants to use this to minimize the damage!"
"However, he doesn't want to think about it. With his strength, which is not yet at the first level of the Pulse Opening Realm, there is still no possibility of winning."
Seeing the two people in the martial arts arena, many Jiang family disciples gathered around them. They all looked at Jiang Xuan with pity in their eyes.
Sure enough, after hearing Jiang Xuan's words, Jiang Mo showed a strange smile.
His body was immediately ejected, and the palms of his hands turned into eagle claws, killing Jiang Xuan like a falcon pouncing on prey.
"This is... "Eighteen Claws of the Wind Eagle"!"
Everyone around them exclaimed in surprise when they saw Jiang Mo's technique.
You must know that although this "Eighteen Claws of the Wind Eagle" is a low-grade spiritual art, this kind of spiritual art is famous for its changeable and tricky moves.
When it reaches great perfection, "Eighteen Claws of the Wind Eagle" can be compared to the middle-grade spiritual art.
As far as everyone knows, Jiang Xuan, who has not reached the first level of the Pulse Opening Realm, is not qualified to practice spiritual techniques.
"This is the end of Jiang Xuan!"
Everyone shook their heads. When they met Jiang Mo who had used the "Eighteen Claws of the Wind Eagle", Jiang Xuan was afraid that the end would be miserable.
"What a cruel method."
Jiang Xuan looked cold. He was not a fool. If Jiang Mo had done this before, it would have kept him out of bed for a month.
"But..." A sneer flashed in Jiang Xuan's eyes. After waking up that day, he found that not only did he possess the "Nine-Star Divine Dragon Art" in his mind, but he also had the skills of the senior Shenlong from his previous life.
Memory, including combat experience.
Although the Wind Eagle's eighteen claws are extremely powerful, its defensive power is not strong. If it can concentrate its power on one point, its martial arts can break it.
……"go to hell!"
Seeing Jiang Xuan motionless, Jiang Mo let out a ferocious smile, stretched out his right hand, and was about to destroy Jiang Xuan.
But at this moment, Jiang Xuan suddenly moved. He stepped forward, and then concentrated his whole body's cultivation with one finger and struck hard with the incoming punch.
"Kakaka!"
Then, everyone heard the sound of bones breaking.
"Tsk! This kid overestimates his own abilities and thinks he can avoid being seriously injured with just one move!"
"Yes! You don't even look at how much you weigh before you dare to propose this move!"
"It seems that Jiang Mo's punch was enough to keep him from getting out of bed for half a year..." "Ah!"
However, when the scream like a killing pig came out, they realized that the scream actually came from Jiang Mo's mouth.
"How can this be?"
The group of Jiang family disciples who were watching around looked at the scene in the field as if they were seeing a ghost.