C3 When I First Arrived in the Foreign World I Wanted to Practice My Sword Art

Star Shift, Dawn Chickens, quietly driving away the darkness!

In the hall, Lan Wenxuan sat cross-legged on the beast skin next to the brazier that no longer had any heat. He casually picked up a piece of charcoal from the brazier and played with it, his thoughts spreading again.

"Sigh. . . " Thinking about this year, even with such a great cultivation method like Zi Mansion Heavenly Book, his cultivation base did not improve at all. If it was any other ordinary cultivation method, he might not be able to break through to the Qi Motion Stage for the rest of his life. Lan Wenxuan sighed and his eyes seemed to be enlightened.

When Lan Wenxuan looked out of the window, he saw that the dawn had driven away the darkness. It was only because of the snow all year round that it formed a faint mist.

Lan Wenxuan's name was strange, just like his previous life. Perhaps it was fate that had befallen him! Because Lan Wenxuan was a disciple of the Lan family's literary generation. Although Lan Wuhong had brought Lan Wenxuan away from the family, he didn't forget the kindness of nurturing him, nor did he forget that he was once a direct disciple of the Lan family. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been listed in the literary generation.

On that rainy night when he came to this world, he remembered that scene with his extraordinary memory.

That night, Lan Wuhong carried his son and ran away from Cloudmist Mountain, heading towards a sparsely populated place. After rushing north for more than two hours, he finally stopped at a high hill. Looking at the Shenzhou City that had long disappeared to the south, he slowly knelt down. He muttered to himself, "Father, the ancestors of Lan family, this disciple is unfilial. No matter whether Wuhong left the family or not, it will always be disciple of Lan family. "

From then on, Lan Wenxuan was ranked among the younger generation by his father.

"It has been twelve years. . . " Lan Wenxuan muttered to himself. If others had heard it, they would have been shocked. This kind of ancient tone would appear in the mouth of a twelve-year-old youth.

As he grew older, Lan Wenxuan had a rough understanding of the Haozhou Continent. . .

In the Haozhou Continent, most countries were founded by martial artists. Under the efforts of countless generations, it developed to its peak. Later on, the various countries established academies and various aristocratic families' disciples. This also led to the culture of martial artists. Sword Qi and sword skills were spread among the people. Slowly, it became the main theme of the continent. As for sword skills, they were also divided into different grades. They were Heaven, Earth, God, and Profound. Sword skills of each grade were divided into low, middle, high, and three grades. Of course, there were also various sub-occupations. For example, blacksmiths, pharmacists, and so on. . .

Haozhou Continent was very vast, but it was divided into two parts by the Dark Forest and Corrupted Forest. No one knew when the two big forests were formed. In the depths of the forest, there were all kinds of high grade and intelligent Corrupted Forests. S that had turned into human shapes and were speaking human language. Of course, there were also all kinds of foreign races in the Haozhou Continent. . .

A continent was separated into two large empires by two forests. The Liwu Empire was located in the east and the Xuanyin Empire was located in the west.

"F * ck!" Lan Wenxuan swore. He threw away the charcoal in his hand as if he had lost control of himself. He gently pressed his hands on the ground and stood up with a swoosh. He swore again, "I don't believe this. Since you have come to this world once, don't leave behind any regrets!"

In his previous life, Lan Wenxuan was just an ordinary abandoned child. He had a chance to get the Zi Mansion Heavenly Book and experience thousands of years in order to live forever. He had countless experiences in his previous life. Was he going to live an ordinary life in this life?

Lan Wenxuan's answer was, "No. . . "

Lan Wenxuan calmed down his excited mood and returned to his usual calm. Although he was a little sad, the fact was that no matter what, it could not save his narrow meridians.

Lan Wenxuan sighed sadly. He lowered his head to look at the cold and dark brazier on the ground. He turned around and went out to pick up a pile of firewood and threw it into the brazier. He slowly sat down again.

The sound of footsteps on the snow could be heard from outside. Lan Wenxuan took a deep breath and calmed himself down. He suddenly turned around and shouted, "Dad! You're back?"

Although Lan Wenxuan was only at the early stage of Qi Motion, his divine sense was still very strong. The small village was covered by his divine sense. It was just that he was lost in thought and did not notice it. When he heard the creaking sound, he quickly called out.

"En, why did Xuan get up so early again? It's cold, why didn't he sleep for a while longer?" A faint voice of concern came from outside the room.

Following the faint voice of concern, the wooden door of the hall was pushed open with a creak. A frail middle-aged man entered, wearing the same coarse Bule Clothes as Lan Wenxuan. The space between his brows was somewhat similar. The middle-aged man looked to be in his fifties, and he was about 1. 8 meters tall. His long hair was draped over his shoulders, and his two sideburns were already graying. He looked a little messy. However, it was also neat and tidy. However, there was a hint of vicissitude in his eyes. It was a bit like a down-and-out scholar.

This was Lan Wuhong, the father who had brought Lan Wenxuan to rely on each other for twelve years! No one in the world would have thought that the genius of Lan family, who was less than forty years old, looked to be more than fifty years old.

In his previous life, the word 'father' was very distant to Lan Wenxuan. In this life, the heavens had made it up to him, allowing him to understand the love of a father!

Lan Wenxuan hurriedly went forward to receive the snow rabbit in his father's hand. A type of meat Devil Beast, just like a rabbit, was used for eating and said faintly: "Aren't you earlier, father?"

Lan Wuhong took off the bamboo hat on his head and exhaled. He shook the snowflakes on his body and sat down beside the brazier. He looked at Lan Wenxuan's delicate and tender face lovingly. After a moment of silence, he said: "Are you hungry?"

Without waiting for Lan Wenxuan's reply, Lan Wuhong stood up, lifted the snow rabbit, and walked out.

Lan Wenxuan also stood up and quietly followed him out. Lan Wuhong skillfully peeled the rabbit skin.

"Father!" Lan Wenxuan suddenly called out.

Lan Wuhong stopped what he was doing and looked up at his son.

Lan Wenxuan hesitated for a second and said, "Father, I want to practice sword skills. "

Lan Wuhong was a little absent-minded. He looked at his son, who still had a bit of a tender face and a little bit of resoluteness. He muttered, "It's time. You are not young anymore. " He casually pulled half of the wooden stake forward and sat down, putting down the 7-8 inch long dagger in his hand. He pushed the snow rabbit that had not been skinned to the side. He said leisurely, "Wenxuan, tell father. . . Why did you suddenly think of cultivating sword arts? Why did you cultivate sword arts?"

After careful consideration, Lan Wenxuan decided that practicing the sword technique was undoubtedly the best choice to hide from practicing the Zi Mansion Heavenly Book. He could also use the sword art to search for spirit herbs and refine Body Refining Pills. If he had the Body Refining Pill, he could improve his perfect meridians! The fleshly body was no longer an obstacle to cultivation! As long as his cultivation entered the Soul Refining stage, he could find crystals to set up all kinds of formations. The main reason was to set up a Spirit Gathering Formation for his mother, hoping to see her mother in this life as soon as possible. . .

But Lan Wenxuan could not answer like this. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Father is getting older. After I cultivate for a few years, you can take me to hunt. Then I can help you hunt. " Lan Wenxuan wanted to use hunting to go out and find medicinal herbs. All kinds of medicinal herbs and pill recipes were recorded in the Profound Core Record. It was just that he didn't know if there was such a medicinal herb in Haozhou Continent. But as long as there was a glimmer of hope, Lan Wenxuan wouldn't give up.

Lan Wenxuan paused for a moment and then said, "Cultivating sword arts, I hope to become a Sword God one day. Ao Yu Haozhou, standing at the peak of this world!" He had once heard people in the village talk about it. There was a Sword God in this world, even though he did not know how strong the Sword God was. Not to mention him, probably not many people in the entire continent had seen the Sword God. In his mind, Now that his father was a one star Sword Saint, in his previous life. . . He could only be considered as having just broken through to the Nascent Soul from the Martial Saint realm. He could only be considered to have barely entered the Early Nascent Soul. Even if he was a Sword God, it would at most be around the time he came out of his trance. Therefore, it was not a big deal for him to say that he hoped to become the Sword God one day! It was not a wishful thinking either. As long as the Body Refining Pill was completed, the Sword God would no longer be uncertain. If it was not a myth, he would one day stand at the peak of the world!

Lan Wuhong's eyes lit up, "Sword God, peak of the world. " He had thought of this before!