C5 Sword Drawing Technique

The Cloud Sea Sect was ten thousand miles away from Yangzhou City. Even if the Thousand Snow could travel a thousand miles in a day, it still took Lin Feng ten days to arrive.

However, Lin Feng did not waste these ten days. He rode on a horse in the vast territory. In his previous life, Lin Feng had never felt such a hot blooded feeling. Unknowingly, his state of mind had broken through, and he had successfully stepped into the seventh level of the Qi Martial Stage. When the conditions were ripe, conditions would be fulfilled. In addition, he had also cultivated the Nine Waves to the last level, the Nine Waves!

The current Lin Feng possessed a powerful strength of nearly 8,500 kilograms. He was incomparably powerful.

The Cloud Sea Sect was located on the Cloud Sea Peak, the main peak of the Cloud Sea Mountain Range. The Cloud Sea Peak was not the highest peak in the mountain range, but it was vast. Looking down from the sky, one could see that the Cloud Sea Peak was like a city within a mountain, surrounded by the eight tallest mountains, with excellent Feng Shui. In the Nine Empyreans Continent, Feng Shui was fate.

"Stop, dismount and move forward." At the foot of the mountain, two disciples who were guarding the mountain stopped Lin Feng and shouted coldly.

Lin Feng raised his eyebrows and pointed to the figure riding on the horse in front of him and said, "Why didn't you stop him?"

"Hmph." One of them sneered, "What right do you have to compare yourself to the inner sect disciples? Trash who was almost beaten to death."

So it was because of his status and strength. Lin Feng smiled. The guarding disciples of the Cloud Sea Sect were just decorations. They were also outer sect disciples like him. If there were guests, they would go and inform the sect. They didn't have the authority to stop them. They were only doing odd jobs for the sect, not to mention stopping the disciples of the sect who were riding horses.

"The weak are always bullied." Lin Feng sneered. Not only did he not dismount, but he also swung the reins and the snow whistled forward.

"Trash, how dare you?" The two of them shouted at the same time. They wanted to stop Lin Feng, but Lin Feng punched out with both of his fists. Instantly, a surging force fiercely came over and sent them flying.

"If there is a next time, I'll cripple your cultivation." Lin Feng rode his horse and whistled past them. Only by using his strength would he have the right to speak. The two disciples guarding the mountain got up and looked at Lin Feng's leaving figure in shock. They then revealed bitter smiles. Even trash was stronger than them. No wonder they were only disciples guarding the mountain.

In the Cloud Sea Sect, most of the youths at the age of fifteen or sixteen were at the sixth or seventh level of the Qi Martial Stage. This could be considered as ordinary talent, while the eighth level of the Qi Martial Stage was considered outstanding. As for the ninth level of the Qi Martial Stage, it could be called a genius, and was the focus of the sect. As for the Martial Cultivator who could step into the Spiritual Martial Stage at the age of fifteen or sixteen, he could be considered a top genius in the entire Snow Moon Kingdom.

Contrary to those geniuses, if one were to remain at the fifth level of the Qi Martial Stage at the age of fifteen, one could only say that his aptitude was low. He could be considered to be the one with the worst talent in the Cloud Sea Sect, which was why Lin Feng was known as trash and ridiculed by others.

The news of Lin Feng's return quickly spread among the outer sect disciples of the Cloud Sea Sect. He, the trash, was quite famous in the Cloud Sea Sect. Walking in the Cloud Sea Sect, Lin Feng saw the expressions of the surrounding people, but he turned a deaf ear to them. He walked straight towards the Star Pavilion of the Cloud Sea Sect.

The Star Pavilion was where the Cloud Sea Sect stored their arts and martial skills. Every day, many disciples of the sect would head to the Star Pavilion, and today was no exception.

"Lin Feng." A voice sounded and Lin Feng stopped in his tracks. He turned around and saw a young man with a cold expression.

"You're really lucky. You're still alive." The young man was Lin Heng, the eldest son of Lin Haoran, who had killed Lin Feng last time.

Lin Feng glanced at Lin Heng and sneered in his heart. He was only at the eighth level of the Qi Martial Stage. With his current cultivation at the seventh level of the Qi Martial Stage and the Nine Waves, he was not inferior to his opponent at all. As long as he practiced one or two more martial skills, he was confident that he could defeat Lin Heng.

Therefore, Lin Feng ignored Lin Heng and entered the Star Pavilion. He wanted to increase his strength before taking revenge.

"Next time, I will make sure you die a horrible death." Lin Heng's eyes flashed with a cold killing intent when he saw Lin Feng ignoring him.

In front of the Star Pavilion, there was an old man sitting there casually with a lazy look in his eyes.

"Senior." Lin Feng bowed slightly to the old man. Although the old man was just an old man guarding the pavilion and was very inconspicuous, he was the only one guarding such an important place in the Star Pavilion. It could be seen that the old man was not as simple as he seemed. He was like a sweeping monk in the depository of scriptures of the Shaolin Temple in a television series in his previous life. He was unfathomable. How could Lin Feng, who had lived two lives, not understand him?

The old man's lazy gaze focused slightly. He looked at Lin Feng in surprise and then nodded his head at Lin Feng: "A cultivator at the seventh level of the Qi Martial Stage can only choose two sets of martial skills on the first floor of the Star Pavilion."

"Understood." The Star Pavilion was divided into three floors. Disciples with Qi Martial Stage cultivation did not have an inner sect token, so they could only choose the arts and martial skills on the first floor.

The arts and martial skills on the first floor of the Star Pavilion were all at the Yellow Rank, but there were a lot of them. One could find the arts and martial skills that were most suitable for him to cultivate here. This was the foundation of the sect, and it was not something that his Lin family could compare with.

Lin Feng did not need the arts for the time being, so he mainly looked for it on the bookshelf where the martial skills were stored.

"Seven Killers Fist, Seven Killers Fist. It is suitable for the owner of the martial soul."

"Hurricane Slash. Borrowing the power of the wind, it will turn into wind blades to attack. It is suitable for the owner of the wind martial soul."

"Man Ox Art, high-grade Yellow Grade arts, suitable for the owner of the Beast Martial Soul to cultivate."

Lin Feng flipped through the martial skills in his hand and then put them down. His martial soul was the Dark Martial Soul, which could strengthen all the qualities of the Martial Cultivator, including the comprehension ability. Therefore, there was no limit to him, and he could cultivate any martial skills. This was the abnormal part of the Dark Martial Soul, so he wanted to find a powerful martial skill.

"The Clear Wind Sword Technique. The sword is like a breeze, light and graceful, and all-pervasive. It is suitable for the owner of the sword martial soul."

Lin Feng's eyes paused for a moment. He yearned for the pleasure of traveling the martial arts world with his sword, so he had indescribable emotions towards the sword. However, this set of Breeze Sword Technique did not seem to be what he wanted.

"Sword Drawing Arts. Sword Drawing Arts. Sword Drawing Arts is like lightning. One strike will kill. It is suitable for the owner of the sword martial soul to cultivate."

"Sword Drawing Arts." Lin Feng stopped in his tracks. The Sword Drawing Arts seemed to be different from other sword techniques. The last thing a swordsman wanted was the moment when he pulled out his sword. Because of the delay, it affected the movement of the sword. However, the Sword Drawing Arts focused on drawing the sword and killing. When the sword was drawn, blood would appear. The moment the sword was drawn, the power was the strongest. If the sword missed, it meant failure.

Moreover, the Sword Drawing Arts was not divided into several levels like other martial arts. There was only one level, one movement, drawing the sword, and killing. Those who could do it to the extreme would draw the sword and drink the blood.

"That's it." Lin Feng put away the Sword Drawing Arts and prepared to choose a movement technique. After all, he could guarantee that he would be able to kill with a single strike every time. If he failed, he would be able to escape instantly with a good movement technique, buying him some buffer time. Moreover, the Wave Treading Steps and the Leaping over the Wall were the dreams of every single person on earth!

Next, Lin Feng chose a movement martial skill called Floating Light and Flashing Shadow. When trained to the strongest realm, one would be able to move like a flash of light. One could only see shadows and no one could see them.

Lin Feng, who had a good harvest, took the two martial skills to the old man in charge of the pavilion to register.

"Sword Drawing Arts." The old man said in a low voice, "Young man, this is the first time that the Sword Drawing Arts has been chosen. You have to know that others have already drawn their swords, but you have drawn yours. It is very difficult for you to be faster than your opponent, and if your speed is not fast enough, the result is already decided. It can be said that this martial skill is very strong, but the requirements are too high. You have to be extremely fast, faster than any opponent, so that you can kill him in one strike."

"I understand." Lin Feng knew that the other party was reminding him with good intentions. If he did not draw the sword fast enough, the Sword Drawing Arts would not only be unable to drink blood from the sword, but it would also have the opposite effect, putting him in a dangerous situation.

"It's good that you know. If you're not sure, you'd better not use it. Floating Light and Flashing Shadow is a pretty good movement skill." The old man did not say anything else and helped Lin Feng register. After all, the martial skills and arts that he had chosen from the Star Pavilion had to be returned within a month, and it could not affect the other disciples of the sect who wanted to cultivate.

"Thank you, senior, for your guidance." Lin Feng received the martial skill and thanked the old man respectfully.

"Okay." The old man nodded with a smile. "This Soft Sword can usually be used as a belt, so it doesn't have much use with me. You can take it and play with it."

"Don't thank me. I can't take it. Go and cultivate." Seeing that Lin Feng wanted to thank him again, the old man waved his hand with a smile.

Lin Feng touched his head and put his gratitude in his heart. If the Sword Drawing Arts was paired with the Soft Sword that could be hung around his waist, he would be able to catch him off guard and have a much better chance of killing him in one strike.

He smiled and nodded at the old man, then left.

"It's been a long time since I've seen such an interesting young man." The old man murmured before returning to his lazy appearance. Nowadays, young people only focused on increasing their strength and became more and more impatient. They had already forgotten the basic etiquette.