The Inspiration Bridge is actually just the most ordinary bridge.

The reason why the legend that inspires human body appears is that twenty years ago, a gust of wind blew from the east for some reason and happened to pass through the cliff.

This gust of wind is composed of strange auras, which makes people's mind clear and their worries disappear. Once they are in it, their thinking will be many times faster than usual.

Unfortunately, this gust of wind only blows once a time a year, and only lasts for one hour each time.

In order to allow more masters of the sacrificial sect to enjoy the benefits at the same time, the previous sect leader had practiced many bridges between the cliffs, but the blame was that the gust of wind was gone.

It was not until the next year that all the new bridges were destroyed that the gust of wind came late.

Although he was puzzled, the previous sect leader had to accept this matter, which also made the quota for climbing the bridge of inspiration every year extremely precious, and many people even fought for it.

After all, if you reach a certain level of martial arts practice, instant insight is very important. Maybe you can gain something by staying on the bridge of inspiration.

Of course, not everyone can understand anything. After all, the gust of wind is just a stimulating inspiration, otherwise it would have such a good effect and the vibrator would not be able to keep this place.

Hearing the words of the Great Elder, Shangguan Xing said, "There are 27 people here. According to the old rules, your Zuo Sect will take half an hour first, and then change to the Right Sect."

The Great Elder snorted coldly.

The load-bearing of the Inspiration Bridge is limited, and the gust of wind is very slow. The more people, the worse the effect of each person. There are a total of fourteen people in Zuo Zong, which is obviously at a disadvantage.

About half an hour later, a whistling sound came.

"Here you come."

Everyone looked happy.

Shi Xiaole looked in the sound and saw a light green oval wind slowly coming from a distance, just passing by the cliff. And he, standing by the cliff, did not feel a trace of blowing.

“What a wonderful feeling.”

At this moment, Shi Xiaole felt that his mind was much lighter, as if many inspirations flashed by.

But he didn't know that others didn't feel this way at all, at most they just felt very comfortable.

"superior!"

The eldest elder shouted loudly, and the man couldn't wait to rush out and landed on the bridge of inspiration. The other ten elders and the third son of Zuo Zong were also unwilling to let the emperor down.

With the creaking sound, the bridge of inspiration shook violently and quickly stabilized.

The wind blew gently.

Fourteen people from Zuo Zong sat cross-legged on the bridge, desperately using their usual minds to think about problems.

The people on the cliff, including Shi Xiaole, are also using their power to adjust their state.

The light green wind does not blow for an hour at a time, but a quarter of an hour after another.

After half an hour of scraping, one hour and another three quarters of an hour had passed.

"You can get up."

Shangguan Xing shouted with a pinch.

Zuo Zong and his men opened their eyes. Although they were unwilling to accept it, they could only jump back to the edge of the cliff.

“How effective?”

The elder's face was not very good-looking, and obviously he had no gains.

The ten elders of Zuo Sect shook their heads in disappointment. Their potential was basically exhausted, and half an hour was a little short.

However, when Lu Tian heard this, he deliberately shouted: "Great Elder, I seem to have understood the ultimate move of the Crazy Lion Divine Halberd."

"oh?"

Everyone's eyes lit up, including Shangguan Xing.

The Crazy Lion Divine Halberd is one of the two second-rate low-grade moves of the Impulse Gate. If you really want to practice to the extreme, your lethality is very terrifying. And the natural divine power of Lu Tian is undoubtedly very suitable for this martial arts.

Unfortunately, compared to the first-class hero, Lu Tian's understanding is a little lacking. If he really understands the last move, he will undoubtedly save the rest of his time.

As if knowing everyone's thoughts, Lu Tian held the heavy halberd, waved it hard, and suddenly stabbed an amazing deep hole on the ground.

"Okay! With this halberd alone, Lu Tian's strength is 20% stronger than yesterday."

The Great Elder laughed.

"It would be great if I had understood it one day earlier, Senior Brother Lu might not have lost."

Wu Zhiqiu seemed to be pointing something and said regretfully.

"The winning or losing for a moment is nothing, and keeping diligent is the right way."

Li Zhongtian's expression was calm. As he spoke, he slashed a few swords in front of him, and made a heavy explosion of air.

"This power, Zhongtian, your qi skills have been greatly improved?"

The elder trembled all over, his old eyes widened, filled with indescribable surprises.

Everyone around also looked straight at Li Zhongtian.

"Just break through by luck."

Li Zhongtian's wise and qi skills have already come to great success. This time, he suddenly realized something on the bridge of inspiration and took the last step.

"Hahaha, OK, very good!"

The elder smiled so hard that his old face turned red.

At the age of eighteen, he practiced the low-level internal skills of one and second grade to the level of great success. How many people are there in the entire floating basin? As long as Li Zhongtian continues to maintain it, he will definitely be able to carry forward the martial arts philosophy of Zuo Zong.

"My surname is Shi, I will fight you again when you come down from the bridge of inspiration!"

The heavy halberd pointed at Shi Xiaole, and Lu Tian laughed confidently in front of everyone.

The reason why he was able to understand the last move of the Mad Lion Divine Sphur was that inspiration was on one hand, accumulation was on the other hand, and luck was also the key. Lu Tian didn't believe that Shi Xiaole could also gain such great gains.

Shi Xiaole didn't care about Lu Tian.

If you really want to use all the means, no matter how strong Lu Tian is, he is not his opponent. Compared with Lu Tian, ​​Shi Xiaole is more concerned about the role of the bridge of inspiration on him.

The body fell on the bridge, and the light green oval wind blew gently.

There was a bang.

His brain seemed to explode, and Shi Xiaole's whole body felt like it was over-electricity. The already active brain cells seemed to be nourished at once, and countless electric currents were generated.

These currents interweave together, making Shi Xiaole's thinking unprecedentedly sensitive.

"I see."

As the saying goes, after only a quarter of an hour, Shi Xiaole discovered several difficult points in the Ten Bloody Battle Strategy.

At this moment, the ten bloody battle styles officially reached the state of perfection!

Taking advantage of the moment when the light green oval wind stopped, Shi Xiaole thoughtfully said: I will improve my thinking and promote internal strength. In the next time, I will use it to complete the killer moves in half.

Since the three Qingfengshangs in the Red Blood Altar, Shi Xiaole has not stopped researching, hoping to make up for the remaining half move as soon as possible.

After many days of accumulation, he vaguely felt that the opportunity was right in front of him.

As for the unity of artistic conception and human sword, the former is profound and profound. If you want to improve, the right time, place and people are indispensable, and the conditions are too harsh. The latter is not accumulated enough, and I guess I can't understand much.

A quarter of an hour later, the light green oval wind blew again.

Shi Xiaole was completely immersed in his perception.

In front of him, a figure constantly interpreted three-style sword moves. Gradually, the trajectory of the three-style sword moves was like crisscrossing lines, from the changes in angles to the ups and downs, all of which were revealed in slightest detail.

Time passes minute by minute.

In a trance, Shi Xiaole seemed to see a line, a line that tried to support all the sword moves. However, this line was very unstable and imperfect, as if it would collapse at any time.

Trying and restructuring again and again, Shi Xiaole tirelessly.

"Only the last quarter of an hour left."

Looking at the hourglass by the cliff, Lu Tian said impatiently, his body became excited because of some expectation.

"It's a little bit, it's a little bit."

Shi Xiaole looked calm on the outside, but his heart was extremely restless.

He also has a high understanding of his usual nature, but based on his shallow background, it will still be difficult to integrate into the Three Qingfengshangs in the short term. If he missed this village, he would not have this store.

But at present, it seems impossible to construct a perfect line.

Rumble.

The last grain of sand is about to fall, and the light green oval wind is about to dissipate.

Under endless pressure, Shi Xiaole's world suddenly became ethereal.

In his eyes, the line suddenly became sharp and vivid, and then turned into a sword full of cold light, piercing through the void in an instant.

The sword of the Three Qingfengshangs in Taiyue has become!

Shortly after the pale green oval wind dissipated, the people of the You Sect jumped back to the edge of the cliff. What was waiting for them was the silent inquiries of the Zuo Sect.

"I'm still quite short."
To be continued...