My Heaven-Defying Spirit

Ming Huaishang stepped into the attic, and an ancient atmosphere filled the air. Suddenly, in this dark world, candles lit up, and then, an ancient and majestic voice sounded in Ming Huaishang's ears.

"Ming Huaishang, the disciple of Xiaoxuan Peak, is limited to the first level to obtain the skills. The deadline is three days, and you can only take one copy! Those who violate the rules will be beheaded!"

The ancient voice echoed and then disappeared. No one knew who made it.

Ming Huaishang walked slowly into the room, and saw tall bookshelves standing in the middle, like small hills. On top of these bookshelves, rows of neatly arranged ancient books were suspended above them, surrounded by energy balls. They were white, yellow, and purple.

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“There are so many techniques here!”

Ming Huaishang was somewhat prepared, but he was still shocked by the scene before him.

"It's a pity that I can only take one set of skills..."

Ming Huaishang was a little discouraged, but after a while, he regained his confidence and walked towards the bookshelf.

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When Ming Huaishang came to the rows of bookshelves, he was a little dazzled. The entire bookshelf seemed to be in a maze, so huge. Finally, Ming Huaishang stopped in front of a bookshelf. He lightly touched the ancient scroll surrounded by a yellow light cover in front of him. Ming Huaishang stretched out his fingers, but was blocked by an invisible force the moment he touched the yellow light cover. Then, rows of small characters appeared in the air in front of the ancient scroll.

"The Canhong Sword Technique is a mid-level skill. This sword technique combines both hardness and softness. It can be used for attacking when advancing and for defense when retreating. When one has mastered it, blood will shed when unsheathed!"

Ming Huaishang looked at the small words in front of him and muttered

"Swordsmanship? That's too lame. Who still uses swords these days? No, no, no."

Ming Huaishang took a look and turned away, continuing to move forward.

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In this collection pavilion, time passed by without knowing it. Ming Huaishang wandered around for a long time, but still could not find a technique that satisfied him. Finally, he got tired and stopped at a bookshelf and sat down.

"I thought there would be countless profound skills in such a large pavilion, but I didn't expect that it would be filled with such unsightly things, either boxing skills, sword skills, or some other skills."

He sat on the ground with his head raised, staring blankly upwards, and did not speak for a long time. It was unknown how long it had been. Suddenly, Ming Huaishang seemed to see something, and his pupils suddenly dilated. He slowly stood up and looked at the top of the bookshelf in front of him. There seemed to be a very faint light flickering there.

A purple light shield was emitting a dim purple light and flickering slightly, as if attracting Ming Huaishang. However, the bookshelf was tall and dozens of feet above the ground, making it difficult for ordinary people to touch it, but this was nothing to Ming Huaishang.

He left some space behind him and got into a starting position. Then he pushed his legs hard and exerted force as fast as lightning. He stepped on the bookshelf with one foot and climbed back and forth with the help of the bookshelves on both sides. Finally, he touched the energy shield on the top layer that emitted purple light.

"Sizzle!"

A striking and dazzling purple light suddenly flashed in this area, but after just a moment, the purple light dissipated, and the area fell into a dim glow again.

"Weapon Control Method, a top-grade technique. By practicing this method, you can control the enemy's weapon."

"It's that simple?"

Ming Huaishang was a little stunned, but then he began to ponder. After a moment, he whispered:

"It's up to you!"

Grasping the gap above the bookshelf, he reached out for the scroll, but when his palm just touched the purple light shield, it was pushed away by a rebound force.

"boom!"

He failed to keep his balance and flew backwards heavily, hitting the bookshelf behind him. Then his body fell to the ground due to inertia. The height of dozens of feet would cause serious injuries to a person who had just started practicing. Just when Ming Huaishang's body was about to fall to the ground, he suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the gap between the bookshelves with his palm, and stayed there steadily.

"Damn, I didn't expect this purple light shield to be so thick"

He muttered a few words, then rushed upwards again, and soon came to the purple light shield again. This time, he clasped one hand tightly in the gap, and reached out for the purple light shield with the other hand. Just like last time, a rebound force came and tried to bounce him away.

Ming Huaishang used all his strength, and this time he was fully prepared, and suddenly launched an "attack" towards the purple light shield!

"Come out!!!"

"Ugh!!!!"

With a roar, blood flowed out of Ming Huaishang's palm, but the purple light shield was slowly broken, and blood flowed onto the purple light shield. An entrance was slowly opened in it. Ming Huaishang was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and reacted quickly. He exerted force with his palm and grabbed the scroll inside directly, then pulled it out violently.

"boom!"

Ming Huaishang's body was flung away again, and he was allowed to fall freely downwards, but this time, his palms were tightly holding the scroll.

"Hoohoo!"

The sound of the falling wind accompanied Ming Huaishang's ears, like the whisper of the god of death. From such a high altitude, if he fell, he would be seriously injured if not dead. But at this time, Ming Huaishang had no strength to resist.

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"call out!"

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded. Ming Huaishang, who was originally enjoying the feeling of weightlessness, now felt like he was lying on some soft place. He slowly opened his eyes, and it turned out that a scroll painting was carrying him slowly downwards, and finally stopped steadily on the ground.

"Boy, you are throwing your life away. Just because you learned a few cultivation techniques, you think you can do anything, don't you?"

Xiaoqing appeared in front of Ming Huaishang. She yelled at Ming Huaishang with all her might, but Ming Huaishang's voice was trembling.

“Look, I got it.”

As if he had used up his last bit of strength, he finally fell into a deep sleep. When he opened his eyes again, the map of mountains and rivers beneath him had disappeared, and Xiaoqing was nowhere to be found, as if everything just now was a dream. But at this moment, he still held the "Control Device Method" tightly in his hand, and on the ground not far away from him, there was an ancient scroll lying there quietly.

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He stood up, walked towards the scroll, held it in his hand, and then opened it.

"Qi Qi Gong is a top-grade skill. Practitioners can strengthen their body and meridians. When they achieve perfection, their spiritual power will be strong, far surpassing that of their peers."

After reading it word by word, Ming Huaishang was delighted. He knew how beneficial this martial arts book would be to him. As for why this martial arts book was lying there, he didn't know, but then he thought about it and realized that Xiaoqing had appeared before he fell into a coma.

Then he smiled slightly, looked at the ancient landscape painting on his waist, and slowly walked out of the pavilion.

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