Cultivating With The Nine Dragons System

Wang Hao was stunned, "Master, you gave me a total of twelve sword techniques a few days ago, could it be..."    

Yaen San smiled and said, "That's right, those twelve skills are the core of the Wind Cloud Twelve Styles. In other words, you have already learned half of this martial skill."    

Wang Hao was touched. Although Yaen San did not want to take him in as a disciple at the beginning, since he had taken him in, he would not hold back and help him grow.    

Yaen San grabbed the black iron sword again, "You have a pretty good comprehension ability. I will not teach you sword skills. I will learn everything from actual combat!"    

Wang Hao nodded heavily, and his expression became serious.    

"Okay!"    

As soon as Wang Hao finished speaking, Yaen San smiled and made a move. The sword in his hand was as fast as lightning, catching people off guard.    

This move was the Stabbing Symbol Art that Yaen San gave Wang Hao in the beginning.    

Wang Hao was no longer the same Wang Hao from more than ten days ago. Facing Yaen San's sword, he instantly activated the True Dragon Eye. At the same time, he thrust out the black iron sword in his hand, striking at the back.    

Wang Hao was also using the Stabbing Symbol Art. If nothing unexpected happened, he would be able to tie with Yaen San, who was suppressing his strength.    

However, just as the two swords were about to collide, the sword in Yaen San's hand suddenly changed.    

The sword in Yaen San's hand suddenly let out a deafening wind howl. Although there was no change, it gave people the feeling that a strong wind was blowing and clouds were flying.    

"How did Master do it? !”    

Wang Hao widened his eyes. In that instant, even the True Dragon Eye could only be vaguely seen.    

Wang Hao's hand, which was holding the sword, began to shake rapidly. It wasn't because he was intimidated by Yaen San's sword, but because the sword in his hand was suddenly filled with a majestic aura, making it difficult for him to control it.    

"Ding!"    

The two swords collided. The tip of the sword and the tip of the sword collided. They were both at the same realm and had used the same amount of strength, but Wang Hao's body was instantly pushed back.    

"Boom!"    

Wang Hao's body crashed heavily into the wall, creating a big hole in the wall. He felt that his bones and bones were almost broken, and the blood in his body was boiling.    

Yaen San sheathed his sword. "I think I should lower my realm a little more!"    

After saying that, Yaen San actually lowered his realm to below the Heavenly Martial Stage!    

The fight continued. Wang Hao, who was at the fourth level of the Heaven Rank, fought Yaen San, who was at the ninth level of the Earth Rank. Wang Hao exerted all of his strength, pushing the skill he had just learned to the limit.    

But even so, it was still difficult for Wang Hao to resist Yaen San's attack.    

It was still twelve sword skills, but in Yaen San's hands, an ordinary black iron sword could still produce a majestic aura.    

Wang Hao gritted his teeth. Because his left eye had recorded the changes in Yaen San's sword, it had already started to congeal blood, but he still persisted. Such a grand, majestic, and powerful martial skill was exactly what Wang Hao wanted!    

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the two of them stopped. Wang Hao laid on the ground, breathing heavily. His body was unusually tired.    

This was the effect that Yaen San wanted. Only by constantly training in actual combat could Wang Hao fully understand the Wind Cloud Twelve Styles, unlike the other martial skills that Wang Hao knew, which were like a flower in a flower rack and useless to him.    

"How much have you comprehended?"    

"Ten percent!"    

Yaen San raised his eyebrows. Ten percent was not much, but it was beyond Yaen San's imagination. He thought he would at least torture Wang Hao for a month before he could learn the Wind Cloud Twelve Styles.    

He thought to himself, This disciple of mine, be it talent or temperament, is the best choice. I just don't know if it is a good thing or a bad thing!"    

Thinking of this, a blurry figure emerged in his mind. His expression dimmed, as if he was recalling some sad past.    

"Continue after you've rested enough. I don't want to stay here and practice martial arts with you."    

Wang Hao gritted his teeth and got up. He raised the black iron sword again and said resolutely, "Master, please enlighten me!"    

...    

In the next 18 days, Wang Hao would spend every day fighting with Yaen San until he was too tired to get up. Every time Wang Hao mastered 10% more, Yaen San's attack would become stronger. In the end, Yaen San would once again advance to the Heavenly Martial Stage.    

On the 19th day, in the fourth level of Devil Suppressing Cave, two figures were crossing each other, and the sound of Profound Artifact clashing could be heard from time to time.    

Every time these two voices swung their swords, the sound of the wind and clouds surging could be heard. In an instant, the wind and thunder exploded in the cave, making the Devil Thing not dare to get close to them.    

"Ding!"    

The two figures collided for the last time, separating. Yaen San could not help but laugh loudly, "Hahahahaha! Good disciple, you really did not disappoint me!"    

Wang Hao kept his sword and bowed, saying humbly, "Thank you for your guidance, Master!"    

Yaen San nodded with satisfaction. "You have entered the Wind Cloud Twelve Styles. The rest is to practice diligently. Only by using the sword with ease and reaching the realm of One with the Sword can you be considered to have truly mastered it!"    

"I understand!"    

"This Devil Suppressing Cave is the place where the Devil Thing is suppressed. If you want to practice the sword, you can just kill demons and get rid of demons here! "    

Wang Hao nodded his head. Whether it was the Cloud Stepping Sword, Waterdrop Sword Technique, or Wind Cloud Twelve Styles... He could not even set them to be quick casting. This Devil Suppressing Cave was the best place for him to train.    

Yaen San said with a serious expression, "With your current strength, you can go to the first seven levels of the Devil Suppressing Cave. As long as you are careful, your life won't be in danger."    

"Although your talent is good, you can't let go of your talents. Do you understand?"    

Wang Hao nodded and engraved Yaen San's teachings in his heart.    

"Alright, master will leave first. Without wine in the wine pot, your days will be boring. Wait until you reach the end of the seventh floor, then come to the bamboo forest to find me!"    

...    

After Yaen San left, Wang Hao began to cultivate by himself. He summoned his Dragon Abyss Sword and began walking toward the depths of the fourth level.    

Because of Yaen San's existence, the Devil Thing didn't dare to approach him for a long time. Now that Yaen San had left, the Devil Thing didn't sense his aura and became restless once again.    

Especially when they saw Wang Hao coming alone, their bloodthirsty thoughts once again filled their bodies.    

Finally, the first Devil Thing could not endure the slaughter in its heart. It roared and charged towards Wang Hao. This roar also brought along the other Devil Thing.    

Wang Hao stopped in his tracks. The fourth level of the Devil Thing was mostly between the third and fourth level of the Heavenly Martial Stage. Although it had lost its rationality and strength, with such a large amount of Devil Thing, it was afraid that any ordinary Heavenly Martial Stage Martial Artist would be torn into pieces in an instant.    

Facing the surging waves of Devil Thing, Wang Hao's eyes revealed a cold light. His feet crossed each other, and in an instant, he was like a group of Devil Things.    

"Cloud Step!"    

Wang Hao used his movement technique. Like a swallow in a storm, his body was light. The sword in his hand flashed with red light one after another, illuminating the surrounding space.    

"Wind Cloud Twelve Styles!"    

The sound of wind and thunder resounded in the fourth level of Devil Suppressing Cave, as well as the mournful cries of the Devil Thing.    

...    

Dozens of days later, in the Cloud Peak Domain of the Essence Martial Continent.    

Four young men in their twenties and thirties were walking together.    

Among the four of them, there were three men and one woman. However, what was shocking was that among the four of them, the tallest and strongest one was the girl.    

The leader was a cautious youth. His expression was serious, and he wasn't a friendly person.    

As he walked, he suddenly stretched out his hand, indicating for the three people behind him to stop.    

The three of them immediately realized that there was no danger at all.    

One of the youths laughed and said, "Big Brother Zhou Qian, aren't you a bit too vigilant? This place is several dozen miles away from the academy's intelligence agency!"    

The enormous woman was also puzzled. "Big Brother Zhou, the terrain here is vast. If all the danger comes, we will definitely be able to detect it immediately. Now that everything is calm and peaceful, why do you want us to be on guard?"    

The man called Zhou Qian did not lose his vigilance. He said, "The training missions issued by the academy are distributed based on the overall strength of the participants. Zhao Jun, you are the first year to enter the academy and you are still considered a newcomer. This means that this task is not difficult, but from the moment you enter Cloud Peak Domain. I have a feeling of unease in my heart!"    

The tall and sturdy woman was Wang Hao's friend, Zhao Jun. When she heard Zhou Qian say this, she was also shocked in her heart.    

After breaking through to the Heavenly Martial Stage, a martial artist could already sense the will of heaven and earth from afar. Among the four of them, Zhou Qian, who was the strongest, had such a feeling. It was definitely not a coincidence!    

The expression of the man who had not spoken the entire time suddenly changed. He vigilantly looked into the distance and reminded everyone, "Be careful, someone is coming!"    

As soon as he finished speaking, two figures approached them at an astonishing speed. Their bodies were emitting intense killing intent. It was obvious that they were enemies.    

The four of them went forward without hesitation. However, one of them was knocked down in a single exchange!    

"Who are you? "    

Zhou Qian blocked one of them and loudly questioned. The other party used a black scarf to cover his face, making it impossible to see his appearance.    

" Of course it's the people who killed you! "    

Zhao Jun knew that she had encountered a strong enemy and immediately summoned her Blood Soul. The Titan King rose from the ground and held a huge staff in its hand as it ruthlessly smashed down towards one of the enemies!    

"Boom!"    

The terrifying attack caused the ground to tremble. Zhao Jun widened her eyes, and looked at the scene in front of her in disbelief.    

The masked man held a large blade in his hand. He casually placed the blade in front of him and blocked the Titan King's attack!    

In the next second, Zhao Jun only felt her vision blur. The masked man used the back of the knife to fiercely cut her neck, causing her to instantly suffocate and pass out.    

In the next second, only Zhou Qian still had the strength to fight among the four of them.    

Zhou Qian knew that he was not the opponent of the other party. He erupted all of his strength and blocked the combined attack of the two people. He ruthlessly crushed the distress jade given by the academy!    

Three breaths later, Zhou Qian was heavily injured and unconscious.    

The two masked men put away their soul armaments and looked at the four people lying on the ground. Their killing intent gradually dissipated.    

One of them spoke: "This kid has already sent out the distress signal"    

The other masked man nodded, "Inform our men hiding in the Qilin Academy. We must find a way to send Shizi's candidate into the rescue team."    

"Don't worry! We have been planning for so long, how could our plan be ruined by ten kids? Our boss has already sent out assassins and activated all the spies hidden in the Holy Domain. The Ten-person Candidate will die!"