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The Scripture Pavilion, however, had traces of sword Qis that soared into the heavens. These sword Qis were sometimes hidden and not sent out at all, while at other times they rose up high into the sky. Fan Wuji could sense the meaning of the Three Thousand Swords Dao within it. This Scripture Pavilion seemed to encompass all the sword arts in this world.

The sword was a killing weapon, and he could assimilate all the paths in the world into it, becoming a special type of sword dao. For cultivators who were attuned to the wild wind, their sword-arts were known as the Gale Sword Technique. For cultivators who were attuned to the lightning, their sword-arts were known as the lightning. Everyone had different styles of sword arts, and they each had their own comprehensions. Therefore, when they forged 'The path of the sword is not alone, but the way of the sword is 3000'.

Fan Wuji's expression turned cold, he had just discovered how terrifying the Scripture Pavilion was. Little did he know that he had only just discovered the terrifying tip of the iceberg of the Scripture Pavilion. He did not rashly barge into the Sacred Storage Pavilion. Every important area was guarded, and this logic was very simple, so how could he not understand?

"I am a new inner disciple. I have come to the Scripture Pavilion to learn this method. Senior, please allow me to take a look inside!" Fan Wuji used spirit energy to pronounce his words. His voice was loud and sonorous as it was transmitted into the Scripture Pavilion.

For a long time, the Scripture Pavilion remained silent. Fan Wuji was helpless, so he could only shout out again. Just then, a lazy voice came from the Scripture Pavilion, "The brat outside has disturbed my old man's cultivation again. I have opened a corner of the Dao Taboo, you just have to come in. "

Fan Wuji nodded and immediately gathered his spiritual energy. His entire body was like a roc spreading its wings as he gently flew in. When he walked into the Scripture Pavilion, he discovered that it was five stories high. At the door, he saw an old man with white eyebrows sleeping lazily.

"Senior!" Disciple Fan Wuji has specially come to the Scripture Pavilion to take a look! " As Fan Wuji spoke, he took a few steps forward and passed his inner disciple token to the white-browed elder.

The white-browed elder yawned sleepily and said with slight dissatisfaction, "You brat, you really don't know what's good for you. All you have to do is go in and choose a technique, and you have to disturb this old man's cultivation. "

When Fan Wuji heard this, he couldn't help but smile. This was the first time he heard that sleeping late was meant for cultivation, and he even said it so boldly and confidently. He shook his head and tactfully didn't bother the white-browed old man anymore. Instead, he walked into the depths of the Scripture Pavilion by himself.

"The young lady of the dream, this old man is here." Hehe! You are waiting for me, your big brother. "

Fan Wuji had just taken seven or eight steps when he heard the white-browed elder's vulgar voice behind him. Not only did he stagger forward, he almost fell into the Scripture Pavilion.

"Could it be that this senior's beautiful dream cultivation is a sweet dream?" This old man really doesn't respect himself. " He couldn't help but sigh.

When he first entered the sect, he discovered that there were too many strange things happening in the sect. However, it was probably because their cultivators had a lifespan and power that far exceeded that of ordinary people. Everyone had their own thoughts and ways of living.

Fan Wuji took a glance; there was a signboard on this floor with the words' Yellow Rank Pavilion 'written on it. He flipped through the books and discovered that the cultivation techniques, sword movement, footwork, and other martial arts were all only at the Yellow Rank.

In the world of a hundred countries, there was no clear hierarchy between martial skills and secret skills. The sects had a long history, and the cultivation civilization was prosperous to the extreme. They had a clear division of power techniques, movement techniques, secret arts, and so forth.

This division could be distinguished by four words: Heaven, Earth, Profound, Yellow.

Yellow Rank was the weakest, Black Rank was the next, Earth Rank was the strongest, and Heaven Rank was the strongest.

Generally speaking, Houtian realm and Houtian realm cultivators only had access to yellow rank cultivation techniques, spirit ocean was mostly black rank, and the Samsara stage and Samsara stage could only be used by Immortals to comprehend one or two of them.

Fan Wuji was also an early stage Spirit Sea master, so his battle prowess was much higher. The Yellow Rank technique in the Scripture Pavilion really did not enter his eyes. Thus, he leisurely walked to the second floor of the Scripture Pavilion.

As soon as he entered the second floor of the Scripture Pavilion, he saw two huge words: Profound Grade Pavilion. Although the words and style of Yellow Rank Pavilion and Mysterious Rank Pavilion were identical, it should have been written by a single person. But Fan Wuji discovered the qualitative difference between the two.

The Yellow Ranked Pavilion's signboard had no spirit, but the Profound Ranked Pavilion carried a charm and also contained sword intent.

Fan Wuji carefully examined the three big words of the Black Level Pavilion. His heart instantly shook, and he was completely stunned. It was not a very profound method to merge sword intent into one's sword intent while writing. Now that he had comprehended the fourth level of sword intent, Fan Wuji could do the same.

However, the three characters on the signboard were very different. This was because Fan Wuji had discovered that every word and gesture contained a different sword intent.

There are so many comparisons between these three words, but the sword intent of each of them is actually different. This contains at least dozens of sword intents, and moreover, they unify so many sword intents into one, writing out three big words. I have never heard of such a method before, and even in my dreams, I would have never have thought that there would be such a strange person in this world. Fan Wuji murmured to himself, the shock in his voice hard to conceal.

Fan Wuji calmed himself down, took a deep breath, and started flipping through the books in the Black Level Pavilion. After reading it, he finally understood the biggest difference between Yellow Rank and Black Rank skills.

Yellow Level Martial Arts still belonged to the category of common martial skills, but Xuan Level Martial Arts, when cultivated to a high level, required true intent as the core. Every sword style in this Xuan level pavilion contained a kind of sword intent. If a cultivator was unable to comprehend a matching sword intent, then he wouldn't be able to practice these sword techniques at all.

There were too many sword styles in the Xuan level pavilion, and each sword style contained a different sword intent. Fan Wuji felt as if his horizons had been broadened, and he felt as if he was watching the heavens. He had been in the sect world for more than a year, and had become more and more respectful.

He browsed through the manuals for a long time, but he didn't choose any of them. His sword intent was non-elemental sword intent. He could train in these sword techniques, but they did not have a high degree of compatibility, so he was unable to unleash any sort of powerful strength.

The first time each inner sect disciple chose a technique was extremely important. After all, this was only a once in a lifetime benefit. The next time he wanted to enter the Scripture Pavilion, he would either receive it from the upper echelons or spend a sky-high price of contribution points.

After a moment of silence, he finally walked up to the third floor. As expected, there was a signboard on the third floor with the words' Earth Level Pavilion 'written on it. Fan Wuji was immediately attracted by this one word. His mind was completely immersed in the meaning of the big word.

After a dozen breaths, with a "wow," Fan Wuji violently vomited out a mouthful of blood. His face instantly became deathly pale, and he had an appearance of being injured and weakened.2

Fan Wuji shockingly said, "It's the profound mystery, the profound mystery of the sword. And just like the second floor, each of the three words' Earth Pavilion 'had a completely different meaning to it. Was there really such a capable person in the world? One person grasping dozens of sword mysteries? In the past, he, a single person, comprehended three profound mysteries, and was already able to look down upon the Hundred Kingdoms. But compared to the senior who is writing down the words in front of us, it's nothing. "

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