The Ancient Vast Realm

Dongling Si looked at the martial arts in Feng Xuan's hands with a melancholy expression, and said with regret:

"This is indeed a sea-level martial skill, and an extremely rare archery technique, but this martial skill is incomplete. It was obtained by our ancestors from a battlefield when they traveled abroad, but it only has the archery moves and the matching breathing technique. However, most of it was lost, and only the breathing technique of the first arrow technique was still intact.

Without the breathing method, unless it is deduced and completed by those powerful and powerful people, this archery method can only have the power of a mountain-level mid-level, but despite this, it is also the most precious in this treasure house. One of the items, the archery technique is so precious that it can even rival mountain-level top-grade martial arts."

When Feng Xuan heard this, he nodded in relief, his expression was normal, but his heart was already in turmoil.

He naturally understood what Donglingsi meant. This was a incomplete roll of sea-level archery martial arts. Because the subsequent breathing method was lost, it now only has the power of a mountain-level mid-level.

Perhaps after others obtained it, it was indeed just a mid-level mountain-level archery martial skill, but Feng Xuan was different. The powerful derivation ability of the Dayan Monument in the bronze space had long confirmed its horror.

If he can acquire this archery skill, I am afraid that if he goes on for a long time, one day he will be able to acquire a terrifying sea-level archery skill.

Feng Xuan suppressed the excitement in his heart and smiled lightly at Dongling Si: "Your Excellency Dongling, I wonder if I can choose this archery technique for the last treasure?"

Dongling Si looked at Feng Xuan in surprise. He naturally had no objection. After all, the Baling Tribe had already printed out many copies of all the martial arts skills. It would be no problem for Feng Xuan to take this copy away, and it was not even for the Baling Tribe. Nothing to lose.

"Don't you think about it? Although the level of this archery skill was once extremely extraordinary, it is now incomplete after all, but its training difficulty has not weakened at all. In comparison, it is not right for you to choose another mountain-level mid-level archery skill. Better? For example, this Hundred-Step Cloud-Piercing Arrow Technique is also of mid-level power, but its training difficulty is much lower than that of the Falling Star Arrow Technique!"

Feng Xuan smiled and nodded in confirmation:

"That's it. I've been looking for an archery skill. Although it only has the power of a mountain-level middle-level martial arts now, it was once a sea-level martial skill after all. I believe it can bring me far more benefits than the average mountain-level middle-level martial arts." Excellent archery skills!"

When Donglingsi heard this, he didn't say anything more. After all, this was Feng Xuan's own choice. Moreover, Feng Xuan was right. Indeed, this archery method is inherently better than those of ordinary mountain-level arrows. The law is too high.

In the hands of those masters, as long as this martial art can be practiced well, it is indeed not comparable to those ordinary mountain-level middle-grade martial arts, but this arrow technique is indeed extremely difficult to practice.

"Now that you have finished choosing, I will send you out," Donglingsi said with a smile.

The two walked out of the treasure house together, and Feng Xuan bowed respectfully to Dongling Si.

"Thank you so much to the Baling tribe for the gift. Feng Xuan dare not forget it! When you achieve something in the future, you will never forget the treasure that Baling gave you today!"

Feng Xuan was not an ignorant person, and he would not think that the Baling tribe had any reason to give him treasures for no reason. He kept this in mind.

Donglingsi nodded with satisfaction. He became more and more optimistic about the younger generation born in this small tribe.

After all, what he has observed so far is that this Feng Xuan is excellent in terms of talent, character, and strength. He naturally admires such a junior.

"I'll send you here, little brother Feng. I hope we can still meet each other. I even hope that one day I can hear your reputation spread in a remote place here. The Baling tribe and I both hope that our human race If there is one more unparalleled strong man, I look forward to having you among them."

Dongling Si said sadly, he had seen so many geniuses. Although Feng Xuan was one of the most outstanding geniuses he had ever seen, there were not many amazing people who came out of the Canglan Mountains. The corpses of many geniuses were buried. In a foreign country, there is no whereabouts anymore. Those once proud young people and those high-spirited figures seem to be still vivid in his mind. He has sent away countless young geniuses with outstanding talents in Baling.

Now... Looking back, it seems that we are far away from each other. He rarely hears news about those young people anymore. He has never seen several young people come back intact, and he has never heard about those young people. News came that several young geniuses from the past were suppressing one side with great fame.

After all, this gift is just a parting blessing.

He remembers the news about the proud young prodigy from the Fushan tribe who was bloody in the border city. He remembers the bad news that the girl from the Yunlan tribe fell to Wusheng Cliff together with many holy land geniuses. There are rumors that a powerful genius was tortured to death by a foreign race in the wilderness and buried in the Burning Wilderness Cave...

Donglingsi looked at the young man in front of him and became slightly silent for a moment. He didn't know what would happen to the young man in front of him.

It seems that few geniuses who left the tribe can return home with honor, but every year, geniuses will spontaneously go to the genius's grave, generation after generation, but it is those surviving human geniuses who hold up the last backbone of the human race. .

He used the sword in his hand to protect the growth of his descendants, and told those alien races and wild beasts with evil intentions what other things were hidden in the dark - the human race is still the powerful human race!

It’s actually ridiculous. The so-called “big guys” who stayed in the tribe were either grown up in the tribe or eliminated by the holy land and returned to the tribe where they were born, just because they were not talented enough.

And those powerful ones are still moving forward and fighting on the front line.

This wilderness, the area where the human race lives, this world, is far from being as peaceful as others can see. What kind of realm determines what kind of scenery you can see.

They can all live safely in this wilderness, but there are people fighting bloody battles in the front to protect one side.

“Mr. Dong Ling… Mr. Dong Ling?”

Feng Xuan looked at Dong Lingsi, whose eyes were blank, in confusion, not knowing why this lord would suddenly be like this.

Dong Lingsi, who came back to his senses, smiled apologetically at Feng Xuan, patted his shoulder, said nothing more, and turned to walk deep into the tribe.

From a distance, a few words came in the wind

“Live… down…”

Feng Xuan stared at Dong Lingsi’s back, feeling a little sad for some reason.

He finally bowed to the depths of the Baling tribe, then turned around and strode away without hesitation.

Feng Xuan joined everyone, and everyone did not stop and walked out of the tribe.

......

The armored earth dragon was walking through the dense forest, and Feng Xuan and others were still sitting cross-legged on its back as usual.

Feng Xuan, who had been silent all the time, suddenly asked Beili Xiongtian: "Beili leader, I wonder where the geniuses who went to the holy land from Canglan Mountains are now, why do I feel that you rarely talk about it?"

Feng Xuan clearly saw Beili Xiongtian's burly body tremble slightly, and then a dull voice came slowly.

"......Why do you suddenly ask this?"

"I want to know"

"Okay, I tell you, they are dead, most of them are dead, some died in unknown corners, some were buried in the belly of wild beasts, some died in the dark battlefield, and some... In short, only one in ten survived. After hearing this, do you dare to go?"

Beili Xiongtian's originally heroic voice seemed dry and hoarse, as if he was asking Feng Xuan, and as if he was asking himself.