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The deacon guarding the door was an old man in yellow, and when he saw Ling Hantian coming, he squinted his eyes and handed over a registration book, and said lightly.

"Martial artists below the triple level of refining can only enter the first layer, and come over to register after selecting the martial arts and combat skills, each person is limited to one exercise and one combat skill, and the borrowing time is one month. If there is any damage, ten times the compensation. ”

After Ling Hantian signed his name, he entered the attic, the area of the attic was not large, and the collection of exercise cheats was only Liao Liao's two rows of ten-meter-long bookshelves, and even many of the bookshelves were still empty.

From this, you can see the background of a family, the pseudo-one-star power that has been promoted by relying on Ling Tianyang's influence is really pitiful.

Walking slowly in front of the bookshelf, Ling Hantian saw many body refining exercises, but without exception, these exercises were all specific to a specific body refining realm, such as "Detailed Explanation of Skin Refining", "Yijin True Scripture", and "Golden Body Technique for Forging Bones、、、

With a complete body refining period technique, Ling Hantian naturally didn't look down on these exercises, his goal was to find a simple and practical combat technique.

But looking around, Ling Hantian didn't find a suitable one, but at this moment, he was attracted by a yellowed booklet on the bottom of the bookshelf.

Ling Hantian squatted down, bent down to take out the booklet, brushed off the thick dust on it, and three sharp big characters appeared: Inch Kill.

As the name suggests, "Inch Kill" is to kill with one blow between square inches, and these three words alone show its domineering and extraordinary.

But when Ling Hantian opened the booklet, the corners of his mouth suddenly became bitter, and it was written: This combat skill is missing, and it cannot be cultivated.

Although the front part was missing, Ling Hantian still read the back content with great interest, and found that the core essence of this inch of strength was to explode, the explosive power of an instant.

This not only requires the caster to have a strong physique, but also requires the ability to instantly mobilize all the forces to achieve a common frequency, concentrate on one point, and form a one-hit killing effect.

It's a pity that this "Inch Kill" just lacks the key key of how to adjust the body frequency to the same, resulting in the latecomers being unable to cultivate at all.

"Although this inch of strength killing lacks the core key, but it mentions the problem of body frequency adjustment, which happens to have something in common with the fourth layer of refining power in the Wuji True Yuan Formula, if I come to comprehend this inch of strength on the basis of refining thousands of strengths, it is estimated that I will gain something."

With this idea, Ling Hantian decided to borrow this book of "Inch Killing" that no one cared about.

But at this moment, a discordant voice sounded.

"The patriarch doesn't hide in the house to increase brute strength, how can he have time to come to the Battle Skills Hall, do you think that after learning these low-level combat skills, you can defeat our Sen Shao?"

As he spoke, a young man in a light blue power suit walked over, followed by several teenagers.

This light blue power-suited young man is Ling Sen's cousin Ling Jian, who is seventeen years old, and has cultivated in the late stage of body refining, so he is a good disciple of the Ling family.

Ling Hantian closed the book, glanced at Ling Jian lightly, and said lightly: "Ling Jian, you are already an adult, if you don't work hard to cultivate, how can you still have time to bark?" ”

"You ......"

Being scolded as a dog, Ling Jian was immediately furious, but when he thought that this was a battle skill hall and he couldn't use force, he gritted his teeth and roared.

"Ling Hantian, you waste, it seems that your brain has been burned by the flames of the Flame Cave, thinking that you will be invincible in the world with a brute force."

"I'm waiting for you outside the Battle Skills Hall, don't break your dog's teeth, and pronounce Lao Tzu's name upside down."

Looking at the back of Ling Jian and the others leaving, Ling Hantian shook his head, Ling Jian's appearance was not accidental, but inevitable.

With Ling Sen's character, he would never let himself cultivate with peace of mind, and he would definitely use all his resources to interfere with himself.

Ling Hantian came to the deacon of the Pavilion to register with his strength, and when the deacon saw the combat skill that Ling Hantian had chosen, he was immediately stunned.

These deacons generally did not participate in the family fight, but a month after Ling Hantian, they knew about the duel with the Ling Sen Martial Arts on the first day of the Ling family.

"Kill an inch? Are you sure you want to choose this skill? ”

The deacon pointed to the yellowed book and reminded: "Once selected, you will not be able to borrow other combat skills within a month, but you have to think clearly and decide to choose this book to kill?" ”

"Kill an inch? Haha, I heard you right, right? ”

A young man in yellow behind Ling Jian burst out laughing, looking at Ling Hantian playfully, and mockingly.

"This inch of strength killing was obtained by the ancestor of my Ling family from a stone tomb, it should be precious and abnormal, but it is a pity that the core key in front of this battle technique is missing, and it is impossible to cultivate at all, even my Ling family's Tianjiao Ling Tianyang can't comprehend, this waste material is trying to comprehend this inch of strength killing, it is simply ridiculous."

"I think this Ling Hantian is estimated to be a dead horse as a live horse doctor, and I know that I can't defeat Sen Shao in a month, so I just randomly choose a book of combat skills to support the scene."

One of the pink-faced teenagers pursed his lips and said disapprovingly.

"I don't think it's that simple," Ling Jian frowned and said in a low voice, "No matter what, we have to report this news to Sen Shao." ”

Ling Hantian turned a deaf ear to the ridicule of Ling Jian and the others, and insisted on choosing this book to kill, but the deacon of the pavilion could only shake his head and do a good job of registration.

He has guarded the pavilion for decades and has seen many geniuses, but he has never seen anyone who has trained this inch of strength.

Seeing that Ling Hantian had finished registering and walked out of the Battle Skill Hall, Ling Jian stepped forward with a big grin, blocked Ling Hantian's way, and looked at Ling Hantian Dao condescendingly.

"Ling Hantian, it's quite strange that you chose this book to kill, if you tell me the reason, I can consider letting you go today, how about it?" Author's Note:

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