My Heaven-Defying Spirit

This was not the first time Ming Huaishang had heard the name "Wanzong War"

It is said that the Ten Thousand Sects War was a grand and spectacular event, with talented young men from all over the Seven Realms, no older than 25, and no stronger than the peak of the Condensation Realm and no stronger than the late Spirit Realm, participating. The hundred winners would be selected to become members of the Tianxian Sect.

The Tianxian Sect is not affiliated with the Seven Realms. It is said that it is a powerful force in the Three Thousand Realms. Being selected into it makes countless people in the Seven Realms salivate.

"this........"

Ming Huaishang was a little hesitant. The reason he left Luocheng was because he wanted to find Xiaoqing, but facing Luo Bingcheng's request, he couldn't refuse.

As if seeing Ming Huaishang's concerns, Luo Bingcheng smiled and said

"If you find it difficult, how about I teach you the method of practicing the Metal Breaking Technique?"

Hearing this, Ming Huaishang quickly shook his head and said

"That was not what I meant"

However, upon hearing this, Luo Bingcheng laughed out loud.

"I don't have much time left, but I don't want to watch Luo Cheng fall. Instead of that, I might as well place the last bit of hope on you young people. I did this for Luo Cheng, Hong'er, although that kid has some talent, he's not smart enough. I hope you can calm him down in the Ten Thousand Sects War. Rather than getting the top 100 spots, I hope you two are safe. The Ten Thousand Sects War is more dangerous than what the rumors say, so it won't hurt to have one or two more life-saving methods on you."

After that, a ray of light appeared in Luo Bingcheng's hand, and then the pale golden ancient scroll slowly came in front of Ming Huaishang.

At this moment, Ming Huaishang hesitated for a moment, then took the pale golden ancient scroll and bowed heavily to Luo Bingcheng.

“I will do my best”

Afterwards, after Luo Bingcheng nodded with a smile, Ming Huaishang left the hall.

Then Luo Bingcheng was the only one left in the whole hall, standing alone in the desolate and sudden figure. In the absence of wind, he felt a bit like the bleak autumn wind.

........

After returning to his room, Ming Huaishang lay heavily on the bed. His head felt a little dizzy at this moment. It was not because of any injuries, but because he accepted Luo Bingcheng's request and was really going to participate in the Wanzong War this time.

"Xiaoqing, where are you?"

Ming Huaishang fell asleep while muttering his thoughts about Xiaoqing. The breeze outside the window made him fall asleep.

In his dream, he saw that familiar figure. Xiaoqing was standing on an unfamiliar street, waving at him. He ran forward with all his might, but just when he was about to catch Xiaoqing, Xiaoqing turned into a shadow, turned into dust, and disappeared.

At this moment, Ming Huaishang woke up from his sleep, looked around, and found that he was still in the room. He touched his forehead and found that he was sweating.

"Strange, since I entered the realm of a monk, I have rarely felt any discomfort in my body. Why did I break out in a cold sweat after having a dream today?"

Ming Huaishang said strangely, looking out the window. The night had quietly arrived at this time. It seemed to be raining heavily outside, mixed with a gust of wind, blowing in. As if it was a habit, Ming Huaishang walked forward, closed the window, and then crossed his legs to practice. Although Ming Huaishang looked a little unserious, he was still very hardworking in his practice.

"The Golden Spell?"

Ming Huaishang took out the pale golden ancient scroll from his storage bag and began to read it carefully. It was not until a long while later that he came back to his senses.

"This curse is indeed vicious. It uses one's own blood, destiny, cause and effect, and the power of the law of time. Although it has a terrifying power on the opponent, it is really hurting the enemy by a thousand and hurting oneself by eight hundred. If you use this trick, at best your foundation will be unstable, and at worst you will become a cripple on the spot..."

Ming Huaishang clicked his tongue and said

This spell is quite powerful, but it cannot be used as a defense against the enemy. It can only be used when one is about to die, to exchange one for one with the other. Thinking of this, Ming Huaishang immediately understood why Hu Yanbi used the Broken Gold Spell just before he died, instead of using it right at the beginning.

"It is better to keep it well and practice it. Keep it as a treasure. Don't use it on weekdays. If you encounter any crisis in the future, this technique can help you out of the emergency."

Ming Huaishang secretly made up his mind and put away the pale golden ancient scroll. Then he formed a strange seal with his palms, and small silver snakes flowed out of his body.

This was a sign that he was going to practice the Thunder Method. The Qilin Method was divided into seven volumes, and each volume was a unique method. When the seven volumes were combined into one and possessed by one person, it became the Qilin Method. This was the terrifying part of the Qilin Method.

(Note: The skills are divided into low-level, medium-level, high-level, supreme, holy, imperial, and immortal)

According to the grade of the technique, the Qilin Technique is not inferior to the Supreme Grade, and should be classified as a Quasi-Saint Grade. The seven volumes of the Qilin Technique are also high-level techniques.

(Note: Only supreme-grade and above ones have quasi-grade techniques. Although these techniques are not as good as true holy-grade techniques, they are not something that ordinary supreme-grade techniques can look down upon.)

"The Thunder Method is divided into nine levels. I have cultivated to the second level, which allows me to store the power of thunder and resist the thunder from the heavenly tribulation. My physical strength has also been greatly improved. The skills derived from the Qilin Method are really amazing..."

Ming Huaishang was secretly shocked, lamenting the mystery of the power of thunder.

After practicing for a long time, until midnight, there was a deathly silence outside, and the Thunder Technique had not improved at all.

"It seems that without the power of thunder, the Thunder Method cannot be further improved."

After thinking about it, if it weren't for the Black Sky Thunder of the Thunder Mansion, he might not be able to practice the Thunder Method to the second level. However, after practicing the Thunder Method to the second level, the Black Sky Thunder was no longer used, and the Thunder Method could not make any progress at all.

After thinking about it, I gave up. If I encounter such a special terrain again in the future, I will take the opportunity to break through. However, such a place is hard to find. There is no other way.

Putting his hands away, Ming Huaishang took a deep breath and began to practice the art of destiny. The "Kan" character technique was able to predict the enemy's movements, but it was too extreme. Sometimes the enemy was so fast that he could not even catch him, and the art of destiny was useless. Ming Huaishang tried to see if he could take the "Kan" character technique a step further and improve it to the "Xun" character technique. This time he was not disappointed. After reading the "Xun" character technique, he suddenly understood it and began to practice. The practice of the art of destiny mainly relied on meditation and condensing villains in the spiritual consciousness. After that, countless illusory villains began to attack him. It was under the constant attacks of these villains that Ming Huaishang realized the art of destiny. In the first level of the "Kan" character technique, there were only five illusory villains in the spiritual consciousness, but when practicing the "Xun" character technique, a full twenty virtual human figures appeared in the spiritual consciousness, and they moved quickly and their moves were deadly. The illusory villains were transparent, and their attacks were unpredictable, which made Ming Huaishang very tired.