"Hey! There were actually seven people who exchanged the first three levels of the 'Twelve-grade Innate Art', and they have a good vision."

Wang Dong sat cross-legged on the cloud bed, his soul and the bronze door merged into one, and with the help of the extraordinary power of the bronze door, he processed a large amount of information.

Exchange martial arts...

Rewards and Enlightenment...

Needless to say, the martial arts that appeared on the Bronze Giant Gate were more than 80% of them plundered from various worlds, and 100% were created by himself. As for the reward of "understanding" it is even simpler. Just pour his own understanding of these martial arts directly. The only thing you need to pay attention to is how many!

The twelve-grade innate skills are the bait he threw out.

The martial arts cultivation system in the main world is very different from the martial arts worlds. For thousands of years, he has entered the innate power with ten levels of power, but Wang Dong has achieved the eleventh level of the acquired realm by chance.

By entering the innate world with the eleventh level, not only can the combat power far exceed that of the masters of the same level, but it can also create an extremely strong foundation.

Over the years, Wang Dong's cultivation has made his way through a thousand miles a day, which is closely related to this.

As his martial arts leaped, his realm became higher and higher. Looking back, he carefully examined the eleventh level of his experience of being promoted to the eleventh level, and finally he created a specific method.

After creating the eleventh level of acquired cultivation, Wang Dong felt something and realized that this was still not the peak of acquired cultivation. There should be a twelfth level of existence above this.

Just like the Thirteen Death-taking Swords, there are not really only Thirteen Swords, but also the Fourteenth Swords and the Fifteenth Swords!

The thirteen swords in front are just rhizomes, and the fourteenth sword is just branches, and only the fifteenth sword is the blooming flower.

The acquired cultivation system in the main world should also have twelve levels.

Only the twelfth level is the true Great Perfection!

However, Wang Dong is not a god after all. Even though he realized that the twelfth level was finally perfect, it was not easy to deduce it. All he could do was like the creator of the "Great Movement of the Universe"-

Do your best to imagine, strive for change, and perfunctorily deduce the twelfth level of mental method in this way.

To put it bluntly, the twelfth level of mental method is just the most "reasonable" guess he made by combining what he has learned.

The reason why these twelve-grade innate techniques was to lure others into the bait. However, Wang Dong was able to draw mistakes and experience from their practice and improve his skills step by step.

As for whether it will cause casualties, it is no longer something he can consider!

"How long do you have to sit here?" A crisp sound rang in the room.

The person who spoke was a girl in white, with long hair like a flowing cloud, and a simple golden belt on her hair. She was as bright as a fairy in the clouds, and her beautiful face was so beautiful that she couldn't look directly at her.

Wang Dong opened his eyes and looked at her and said, "Does Huang Yatou feel bored?"

The girl in white was Huang Rong. He frowned in dissatisfaction when he heard this: "Don't call me a girl anymore. It sounds so ugly. You are no longer much older than me. I didn't care about you before, it's--!"

She frowned and didn't say anything more.

Wang Dong smiled, got up and walked to the window. When he opened the window, the noisy and noisy sound surged from the street.

Pedestrians traveled on the street. Cattle and horses were like clouds, and camels traveled through the streets.

This is a border town.

At this moment, Wang Dong had returned from the Legend of the Condor Heroes to the world of "The Third Young Master's Sword".

Huang Rong also walked up, stood beside Wang Dong, looking down at the border town from a high place, with a little surprise on her delicate face.

The current scene brought her so much shock!

Wang Dong suddenly appeared in the world, his martial arts were too amazing, and Huang Rong had many speculations about his identity, but he never expected that the other party could travel through both worlds...

Rufei personally experienced the feeling of walking through the world and came to this different world. Huang Rong would not believe anything, and the so-called truth was so thrilling.

In this world, there are also bright moon and passes during the Qin Dynasty, the Tang Dynasty, the Song Dynasty, the Liao Kingdom, the Jin Kingdom, and the Mongolian Kingdom...

These are the history that exists in the world of The Legend of the Condor Heroes.

But the next time the Song Dynasty was destroyed by the Yuan Dynasty, and the Yuan Dynasty could not last long and was eventually destroyed by Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding ancestor of the Ming Dynasty.

This world is now in the Ming Dynasty.

Even if I have lived through three dynasties and experienced more than two hundred years of vicissitudes?

Huang Rong felt extremely absurd, but this situation was actually presented and she could not be questioned.

Fortunately, as the daughter of Dongxie, her acceptance ability is far beyond ordinary people, so she will not be too panicked.

"No wonder, no wonder..." Huang Rong sighed slowly, staring at Wang Dong with her eyes: "Can't I go back?"

Wang Dong stood with his hands behind his back and said, "I shouldn't ask me this question. When you figure it out, I feel that there is no need to escape anymore. I can send you back at any time."

Huang Rong was silent, with a confused look in her eyes.

"I am planning to meet someone now, are you going or not?" Wang Dong said.

"Who do you see?"

"The big boss here!"

While speaking, Wang Dong reached out and the black iron heavy sword resting on the big table flew into his palm, and he had already stepped out.

"My personal opinion is, Miss Huang, you'd better follow me! This place is not as good as your original world. You will soon realize that this world is much more dangerous than you think."

Pack horses were coming and going in the town, the ground was bumpy, and the bluestone streets were already covered with gravel.

Huang Rong and Wang Dong walked side by side, their eyes fixed on each other from time to time, but they regained their former spirit. She asked casually: "What are you doing with that heavy sword?"

"Do you know the origin of this sword?" Wang Dong didn't wait for Huang Rong to ask, and directly told Dugu Qiubai's deeds, and then said: "I plan to find a master of sword making to come out and let him melt this mysterious iron heavy sword and refine it into one sword. Of course, some martial arts secrets must be stuffed into the sword..."

"After the swords were refined, I named them the Dragon Slaying Sword and the Heavenly Sword and throw them back to your original world. Do you think it's interesting?"

Huang Rong turned her head and looked at him like an idiot.

Suddenly, a strange fragrance came. Huang Rong looked up and saw a vendor beside the road baking rice cakes and pouring horse milk. She looked both white and smooth. She had eaten very little these days. At this time, she was attracted by the fragrance and felt hungry.

Huang Rong walked over, took out a piece of silver, and said, "Get me two rice cakes!"

The vendor saw that the guest was a girl who looked like a fairy and smiled and said, "Okay, girl, please wait!"

The vendor immediately opened the stove cover, took out two cakes from the still steaming stove, wrapped them with fresh large leaves, and handed them to Huang Rong: "Miss, please use it slowly!"

Huang Rong took the rice cake and was about to eat it in small mouthfuls, but suddenly she reached out with one hand and took the rice cake from her hand.

Huang Rong glared at Wang Dong: "What are you doing? If you want to eat it, buy it yourself and return the pancakes to me."

Wang Dong weighed two pieces of cake in his hand, looked at the vendor, and seemed to say casually: "I advise you not to eat this thing, just because if you eat this bread, I'm afraid you won't have to eat anything in the future!"

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