Awakening Identification Technique, Found That the Daughter is From the Future

"Has the inheritance of sword cultivators of our Tibetan Sword Villa lineage been cut off?"

The old man was stunned, unable to believe it.

"Hidden Sword Villa, how did you raise swords?" Mo Fan wondered.

The old man took a deep look at Mo Fan and said, "How old is it?"

"2023." Mo Fan said.

"Twenty-two?" The old man was stunned and seemed puzzled.

Mo Fan shook his head and explained: "In this era, it may have been tens of thousands of years, or even hundreds of thousands of years, or even longer than the era you know."

"This..." The old man looked confused, lost his mind, and stopped talking.

In fact, he had already guessed something.

However, now that what I thought in my heart was confirmed, I was still a little overwhelmed.

"Have you not seen anyone else come in here except me?" Mo Fan asked in confusion.

"Have."

The old man came back to his senses, nodded, and explained:

"I woke up about a thousand years ago, and I have seen many people who broke in in the past thousand years.

"However, they haven't practiced the core inheritance sword technique of my Tibetan Sword Villa, so naturally they can't trigger the trial."

As if thinking of something, the old man shook his head and continued:

"About six hundred years ago, I also met a person who practiced sword raising techniques.

"However, he practiced indiscriminately and looked as weak as a dying person.

"The old man doesn't look down on him, so he didn't start the trial for him."

Hearing this, Mo Fan couldn't help but startled.

The person the old man said was probably a sword immortal from a certain era, suppressing the existence of an era.

"Besides him, you are the second person I have seen who practiced sword raising techniques.

"Of course, you are cultivating the authentic sword raising art of my Tibetan Sword Villa. Unlike him, this old man has naturally opened a trial for you."

Speaking of this, the old man suddenly turned black, glared at Mo Fan, and said angrily:

"Hmph, now it seems that you are cultivating indiscriminately, and you don't even practice the Guiyuan Sword Canon!"

Mo Fan sneered and smiled: "There is no way, your era has been buried in the dust of history, and the inheritance has been cut off...

"I am lucky to be able to comprehend the full version of the sword art."

Old man: "..."

The old man was silent, sighing several times in a row, and his originally straight back suddenly hunched a little.

In the end, he seemed to recognize the reality, his mood finally calmed down, his face became expressionless again, and he looked at Mo Fan and said:

"Tell me, how do you practice kendo now, and how do you keep your swords?"

Mo Fan nodded, thought for a moment and said:

"The now recognized sword cultivator is our sword pavilion.

"Practicing kendo requires a certain kendo physique.

"And the condition for judging whether you have a kendo physique is to see whether it can resonate with the stone tablet that depicts the kendo circle.

"There are five stone tablets in total. The more resonating the stone tablets, the better the kendo physique, the easier it is to keep a sword, and the easier it is to cross the barrier of life and death—"

Hearing this, the old man frowned and quickly interrupted:

"The stele you mentioned, but the five steles on Jianfeng that are engraved with sword raising art?"

"Yes, it should be?" Mo Fan scratched his head.

"You use those five stone tablets to judge your kendo talent?" The old man clenched his fists tightly and seemed a little angry.

"That's right, but it should be more accurate to use kendo physique." Mo Fan said.

"Nonsense!" The old man was so angry that he wanted to hit someone.

Staring at Mo Fan for a long time, the old man was puzzled and continued to ask:

"What do you mean by life and death?"

Mo Fan thought for a while and explained: "Although raising a sword into the body hurts the body, it will change qualitatively every time it accumulates to a certain level.

"When a qualitative change occurs, the sword intent in the body is rampant, and it is difficult to control.

"If you can handle it at this time, the sword intent will undergo a qualitative change, and the sword raising technique will also be able to break through, the cultivation base will be instantly improved, and at the same time, the next stage of sword raising will be entered.

"If you can't bear it, you can only die."

Looking at the gloomy old man, Mo Fan continued:

"There are five layers of sword raising art, corresponding to the five transformations of sword raising, namely ten years, twenty years, thirty years, sixty years, and one hundred years.

"Raising the sword for a hundred years means that the cultivation of the sword-raising technique is perfect, and the combat power can be matched or even crushed to the strongest. From then on, it will be difficult to find an opponent in the world."

After that, Mo Fan secretly looked at the old man.

At this moment, the old man put his hands behind his back and closed his eyes in pain, not knowing what he was thinking.

Mo Fan: "..."

I don't know how long it took, the old man shook his head, slowly opened his eyes, looked at Mo Fan and said:

"Sword Raising Art is worthy of being the supreme inheritance of Hidden Sword Villa, and even if you practice it like this, you will actually be able to burst out the power it deserves.

"It's a pity that this practice method overdraws the potential of life, and it doesn't last long..."

"Uh-" Mo Fan scratched his head.

To be honest, he also felt that there was something wrong with the cultivation method of the sword pavilion.

Regardless of the level of talent, it takes a hundred years to endure, and it is clear that they are fighting for physique and longevity.

Is this really a swordsman?

Of course, to complain, Mo Fan still said seriously:

"The incomplete sword raising formula really overdraws the potential of life.

"Even if you cultivate the sword raising art to perfection, you will only have about two hundred years to live in the end. If you remove the one hundred years of the sword raising art, you will only have one hundred years left to be unrestrained.

"However, in the full version of the sword-raising technique, while raising the sword, it will simultaneously feed back on itself and continuously enhance its physique.

"As long as the basic physique is good enough, it won't affect Shouyuan, right?"

Hearing this, the old man glanced at Mo Fan and shook his head:

"You're talking about a no-fight situation.

"Once you fight, you will mobilize the sword intent and sword potential in your body, and you will definitely draw your own vitality.

"At that time, no matter how strong you are to forge your body, it will not help."

Hearing this, Mo Fan nodded seriously.

It is indeed so.

The full version of Yang Jian Jue can solve the loss of lifespan in the process of cultivation.

But it can't solve the loss of lifespan during the battle.

This kind of cultivation method of raising the sword into the body is doomed from the beginning.

Of course, as long as you don't take action, Shouyuan will not be affected.

With the deterrent power of Sword Immortal, no one dared to take the initiative to make trouble.

But the sword cultivator who didn't make a move is still a sword cultivator?

While Mo Fan thought about it, the old man continued:

"According to your cultivation method, no matter how talented you are, it will take a hundred years to cultivate the sword raising art to perfection.

"However, in my Tibetan Sword Villa, there have been peerless swordsman geniuses who started to practice swords at the age of five, succeeded in raising swords at the age of eight, cut the destiny with the sword at the age of ten, and had no enemies at the age of fifteen."

"Ten-year-old sword cuts destiny? Fifteen-year-old has no enemies?" Mo Fan was stunned.

Is it so perverted?

This is how to practice.

So, the question came back again, and Mo Fan asked in a daze:

"So in your era, how did you cultivate swords?

"Is it related to the Guiyuan Sword Canon you said?"

The old man glanced at Mo Fan and said, "Ten breaths."

"What?" Mo Fan wondered.

"Surviving ten breaths of time under my sword means that you are eligible to obtain the complete inheritance of the Tibetan Sword Villa.

"The trial period is half a year, if you still can't complete the trial after half a year.

"I will judge that you used illegal means to obtain the inheritance of Hidden Sword Villa and give you the corresponding punishment."

Mo Fan: "???"

"Can I give up the trial?" Mo Fan shivered.

"Once the trial begins, it cannot be stopped," the old man said.

"What's the punishment?" Mo Fan asked for the next best thing.

"Trap you here until the end of your life," the old man said.

"Take me here forever?" Mo Fan was thoughtful.

He looked up at the azure sky, ran the exercises to absorb vitality, and felt everything seriously.

After a while, he found a clue.

As the old man said, this is an independent space, not an illusion.

This also means that after the secret realm trial is over, he may not be able to be teleported back.

In this way, it is really possible that he will be trapped here for the rest of his life.

Of course, being stuck here is not without merit.

At least the vitality in this space is much richer than in the city.

Mo Fan has been absorbing the vitality in the air since he came in.

But after so long, he did not feel that the vitality of this space had decreased in the slightest.

"Is the vitality here endless?" Mo Fan couldn't help asking.

"No." The old man shook his head, "With the speed at which you absorb vitality, you can absorb it for a hundred or eighty years at most."

Mo Fan's eyes lit up: "Is there such a good thing?"

Old man: "?"

What nonsense are you talking about?

"Come on, let's continue the trial!" Mo Fan said with a look of anticipation.

Old man: "..."

The old man was a little confused, and some couldn't understand Mo Fan's thoughts.

To be trapped in this space forever, how can you still laugh? Even looking forward to it?

Is this guy a masochist?

"Come on, continue the trial!" Mo Fan said again.

"In this case, as you wish!" The old man was no longer polite, and when he lifted his finger slightly, a sword light flew out.

Jianmang disappeared in a flash.

With a bang.

Mo Fan's skull fell in response, and red and white flowed all over the ground.

In this regard, Mo Fan is still full of fighting spirit, and quickly said: "Help me recover, continue!"

Seeing this, the old man was dumbfounded.

Is it really a masochist?

Or is this a lunatic?

Shaking his head, the old man stopped talking nonsense, and directly helped Mo Fan recover his body and used the sword again.

Being alone in this space is actually quite boring.

Finally a living person came.

Does it matter if it's a **** or a lunatic?

Take a break!

One after another sword light flew out.

Mo Fan's skull was blown away again and again.

"Senior, can't you cut other positions?" Mo Fan was speechless.

"Yes." The old man nodded, instantly restoring Mo Fan's crippled body, and then his fingertips swayed, and the cold sword light flew out again.

This time, half of Mo Fan's head was gone.

Yes, half of the head, below the neck is intact, above the neck, in the vertical direction, only half of the head is left.

And the incisions are neat and tidy, and Mo Fan doesn't know how the other party did it.

"You call this "cutting other positions?" Mo Fan wanted to hit someone.

The old man didn't talk nonsense, he directly repaired Mo Fan's broken head, and continued to stimulate Jianmang with different angles and different postures.

The amazing thing is that no matter what angle or posture he uses to inspire Jianmang.

In the end, it will be cut on Mo Fan's head, and the position of the incision is exactly the same every time.

In this regard, although Mo Fan was in pain, he was also very happy and challenged again and again.

No way, the vitality here is so fragrant that it can support him to absorb for one hundred and eighty years!

But where does it take one hundred and eighty years?

at his training speed.

I'm afraid it will be directly invincible in seven or eight years!

Are you afraid you won't be able to get out?

Therefore, the trial is false, and the prostitution of vitality is the real thing!

Of course, in the process of opening the skull again and again, Mo Fan gradually felt some rules.

Mo Fan couldn't figure out these laws for a while, but he was sure that these laws were very important.

…………

The brain flew out again and again.

Two hours later, Mo Fan felt that he had realized something.

This time, he barely interfered with the old man's sword light, causing a slight deviation in its trajectory, causing the head that should have been separated in half to deviate a little bit.

after one day.

A cold sword light almost slid past Mo Fan's hair, and slammed into the grass behind him.

With a bang, the soil rolled, sand and stones splashed, and a terrifying gap appeared behind Mo Fan.

"It's dangerous." Mo Fan had more seasons in his heart.

This time, he successfully avoided the sword light and kept his head.

Looking at the scene in front of him, the old man was extremely stunned, and his slightly cloudy eyes stared at the boss.

He never thought that Mo Fan would be able to dodge his sword light so quickly!

How much has this passed?

one day!

Incredible!

"Humph!" The old man snorted coldly, calmed down, and used his sword again.

This time, he was more serious.

The sword light flew out with a screeching sound.

Half of Mo Fan's head rolled to the ground again.

In this regard, Mo Fan felt hearty: "Very good, come again!"

He felt stronger.

At least the life-saving energy has become a lot stronger!

In addition, after watching the old man make moves again and again, Mo Fan also vaguely felt that he had a certain understanding of kendo.

According to this trend, I am afraid that it will not take long before you can pass the trial.

Thinking of this, Mo Fan couldn't help but feel a little worried, and couldn't help asking: "If I pass the trial, can I still stay here?"

Hearing this sentence, the old man almost smoked with anger, and said:

"If you can pass the test, you can stay here for as long as you like!"

Hearing this, Mo Fan was relieved.

"Come again!"

…………

Day three.

Another sword light failed, tearing open the grass behind Mo Fan.

The second sword light!

Actually dodged the second sword light?

The old man's eyes widened in disbelief.

How long has it been?

The younger generation who was as weak as an ant, who could be killed in an instant, could actually avoid his two sword lights?

Is this still human?

How on earth did he do it?

"Come again!" Mo Fan said.

After three days of trials, he felt that he had become a lot stronger!

At least the life-saving part is much stronger than the original!

Yufeng's body technique was mastered by him, and his movements were like teleportation.

The current Mo Fan, in terms of body technique, has surpassed Gu Shuiyue, who obtained the inheritance of Liuguang Peak.

This sparring is more professional than the female ghost in red!

Thinking of this, Mo Fan inexplicably misses the ghost in red.

He hasn't slept for three days...

"No, now is not the time to think about the ghost in red and sleep!

"I want to continue to practice and become stronger!"

Mo Fan was full of fighting spirit: "Again, continue!"

Seeing this, the old man trembled with anger.

"This kid is too arrogant!"

He suddenly regretted letting this kid try.

…………

In the blink of an eye, it's been a month.

This month, Mo Fan's trials day and night, his strength progressed rapidly.

stop!

A cold light came, Mo Fan turned slightly to his side, dodged directly, and the cold light passed by against his face.

Take a break!

In the blink of an eye, two sword beams came at the same time, and they slammed into Mo Fan's eyebrows, as if to tear him apart.

Unfortunately, when the sword light fell, Mo Fan's figure also turned into nothingness and disappeared in an instant.

Afterimage!

Take a break!

In the blink of an eye, three sword lights came flying again.

From different angles, they approached Mo Fan with horns.

In this regard, Mo Fan took it easy and dealt with it calmly.

Rest rest rest rest!

In just a few breaths, there were gaps in the space where the two of them were, one by one deep pits, looking devastated, like a cake eaten by a dog.

"Come again, it's only one last breath!" In a blink of an eye, nine breaths passed, and Mo Fan was so excited that he trembled.

After a month of trials, he finally reached the final step.

As long as you dodge this last sword, the trial is complete!

"As you wish!" The old man's face was covered in frost, and a pitch-black giant sword was condensed in his hand.

"This sword will kill you!"

He held a giant sword and slashed forward, the white light of the sword was dazzling to the extreme, as if countless scorching suns were exploding.

Endless vitality gathered in an instant, forming a great sword that penetrated the sky and the earth, as if to tear apart the world.

"Fuck! What are you doing?" Mo Fan was shocked.

This sword was so terrifying that the entire space shook violently, as if it might collapse at any time.

"cut!"

boom!

A sword slashed out, the void exploded, the ground sank rapidly, and a dark rift appeared, the sword light hooked up with the sky and the earth, the stars died out, and the sky was split open in an instant.

From Mo Fan's perspective, the entire space shook violently, the ground sank, volcanoes erupted, and the sky was full of cracks like a broken mirror.

Then, a flower flashed before his eyes, and his body was torn into countless pieces, floating in the air like dust, leaving only a cloud of milky white light wrapped in mysterious energy.

The milky white light contained Mo Fan's consciousness.

it's dark.

The ground collapsed.

At a glance, it is nothingness.

Mo Fan "faced black".

Can this sword be stopped by humans?

Mo Fan estimates that Liu Xiyan in his heyday may not be able to stop him!

If you want to survive under such a terrifying sword light, you must be promoted to Xeon!

"A sin, this last sword is too terrifying!"

Mo Fan was unlovable.

"Do you really have to wait for invincibility to pass the trial here?

"This is too difficult, isn't it?"

…………

After an unknown amount of time, Mo Fan felt a gentle energy enveloped his consciousness.

Then, he watched his body condense a little bit with his own eyes.

After a dozen breaths, Mo Fan's body returned to normal.

After moving his limbs, Mo Fan nodded with satisfaction.

"Ok, as good as the old one."

At this moment, an old figure with white hair and beard slowly emerged.

"Congratulations, you passed the test."

Mo Fan: "???"

(ps: It seems that the time is still early, I will write more...)