C1456 The past That Had Nothing to Do with Him
C1456 The past That Had Nothing to Do with Him
"You've finally finished cultivating it. Hurry up, hurry up!"
Zhao Quan followed behind the young disciple and urged him anxiously. It was because he was unable to make a move. If he could make a move, he would have sent the young disciple flying two miles with a single punch. He would have personally read these secret manuals.
Of course, the prerequisite was that he had to understand those ancient characters that looked like ghost paintings. Otherwise, everything would be in vain.
"There's only two hours left. I have to hurry!"
The young disciple muttered to himself as he picked out the secret manuals one by one on the shelf. Finally, he chose a martial technique called the Dragon Capturing Hand.
"I'll take this one then. Whether or not I can successfully cultivate it in the future depends entirely on my talent. Let's take a gamble!"
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, he held the Dragon Capturing Hand's secret manual that emitted an ancient aura with both hands. He muttered in a low voice and began to recite it once more.
"Spring has come again!"
Zhao Quan hurriedly leaned forward with his ears close, as if he was carving. Every word that the young disciple said was deeply engraved in his heart...
An hour passed, and it was estimated that it was only an hour away from the time of tea. Zhao Quan had finally memorized the entire secret manual. As for the young disciple, his head was covered in sweat, and his voice was trembling as he read.
Obviously, he had not finished memorizing the secret manual, but it was almost time.
"Finished, finished. The Dragon Capturing Hand still hasn't been memorized. How could I forget the Heavenly Eagle Wings? Oh my god!"
The young disciple casually tossed aside the ancient secret manual and hurriedly ran towards the Heavenly Eagle Wings secret manual. In the end, he only took a few short glances. The solemn voice of the mighty middle-aged man in the hall sounded, "Eight hours have passed!"
With a bitter face, the young disciple dejectedly returned to the hall.
"How is it?"
"Reporting to master, I dare not lie. I have comprehended the sword dance and memorized the Heavenly Eagle Wings and part of the Dragon Capturing Hand."
"Didn't your senior brothers tell you? If you can't comprehend it, even if you are familiar with middle and high level martial techniques, "When you come out, you will forget everything. Heavenly Eagle Wings and Dragon Capturing Hand, a middle ranked martial skill. A high grade martial skill, your horizons are quite broad. Forget it. Although the sword dance is only a low level martial skill, with your talent... It's enough. Go! "
The young disciple had a blank expression on his face. Obviously, just as the middle-aged man had said, he had completely forgotten about the Heavenly Eagle Wings and the Dragon Capturing Hand.
"Did I forget too?" Zhao Quan was stunned.
Maybe there was some kind of restriction in the underground arsenal of the Combat Martial School, or maybe there was some other reason. In short, Zhao Quan didn't forget everything like the young disciple. On the contrary, he still remembered it very firmly, as if it was carved into his heart with a knife.
The wall was embedded with several luminous pearls the size of goose eggs. The sparkling white light covered the entire underground arsenal. Zhao Quan was in the arsenal, guarding the cultivation methods and techniques of the lower levels, quietly waiting. Perhaps, there would be a second disciple entering?
This kind of pale and powerless waiting was very anxious. But there was no other way. He could not read these secret manuals, nor could he read the ancient characters on them. He could only wait quietly.
Suddenly, an explosion rang out. The sound shook the world, and the entire underground arsenal collapsed in an instant. With such an important place, it was impossible for the Combat Martial School to not have any defense mechanisms. A single explosion had destroyed both the arsenal and the defensive mechanisms. One could imagine how powerful the source of the explosion was.
Shattered stones and dust flew into the air. However, this scene could only be seen, but it had nothing to do with Zhao Quan.
After leaving the underground arsenal and returning to the courtyard, Zhao Quan was completely stunned.
At this moment and place, there was no longer any trace of his previous appearance. The originally bustling streets were now only filled with ruins. The disciples who were cultivating in the front yard were all at a loss as they raised their heads to look at the sky.