Chapter 65: The Beginning of Forging Strength

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  As expected, he was like a war god on the battlefield, invincible and advancing all the way. What made Mo Tian puzzled was that he didn't see Bai Xian'er at all!

  The disciples will have a tryout, and the Danfeng disciples must also participate. However, for the Danfeng disciples, it's just a formality, they won't compete for anything, but because of the sect's rules, they'll all go on stage, some might even forfeit directly! No matter what, the Danfeng disciples have to show up, and this time, he didn't see Baixian'er going on stage, nor did he see her figure in the area where the Danfeng disciples were. This made Mantian wonder, could it be that Baixian'er also got a direct spot in the top ten competition?

  No! Danfeng's disciples are not comparable to Lifen, Zhanfeng, and Duofeng. They only refine dan! Many dan-refining masters themselves do not have high strength, but their dan-refining skills are extremely high. If Danfeng also participates in the competition, it is likely that no one will be able to get one of the top ten spots! In this case, shouldn't Danfeng have one or two spots? If so, can Baixian'er successfully snatch them?

  Pressing down the thoughts in his heart, Man Tian didn't look back and returned to Duan Feng, starting to forge himself to explore his limits. In the competition for the ten quotas, Man Tian must defeat Chi Long and obtain one of the quotas at the same time, which is not a small challenge for him.

  Facing Tempering Body Five Ranks, Mo Tian has the strength to win, facing Tempering Body Seven Ranks, Mo Tian is somewhat short of breath!

  "Boom! Boom! Boom!"

  A loud and piercing sound echoed at the foot of Duanfeng Mountain, as Mo Tianyu hammered away with sweat dripping from his body!

  "Bang!" A loud noise, the iron anvil shattered into fragments and burst open. Mo Tian's expression was slightly struggling, he stared at the iron anvil, his eyes flickering, then he sat down cross-legged and took out the "Force Forging" book from the killing altar.

  He had originally wanted to wait until later to get a bloodline of extremely high quality to carve the "Xuanwu" blood pattern into his left hand, but at this time, Man Tian had to go all out to get one of the quotas. This made him hesitate in his heart, whether he should now carve the "Xuanwu" blood pattern into his left hand to increase his strength.

  After some deliberation, Man Tian decided to go ask Luo Lao for advice. With Luo Lao's abilities, he should have a good understanding of the Force Refining stage.

  Suppressing his thoughts, Meng Hao arrived at the Heaven Trampling Pavilion!

  Due to the disciple assessment, many disciples went to watch at Li Feng, and the Tian Xuan Pavilion was not as lively as usual. Only a few elite disciples entered the Tian Xuan Pavilion along the way!

  When the Barbarian Heaven arrived at the Tian Xuan Pavilion, a red figure entered his line of sight, causing the Barbarian Heaven to take a few more glances. This disciple was none other than Wang Gu, an inner door disciple!

  Wang Yu came out of the Tian Xuan Ge, his expression cold and detached, with a hint of anger and resentment in his eyes. When he arrived in front of Man Tian, his gaze swept past Man Tian, and he suddenly froze, his eyes flashing with a cold light as he stared at Man Tian and said, "You are Man Tian?"

  The barbarian looked at Wang Gu in surprise, never expecting that Wang Gu would take the initiative to greet him today, and it seemed that there was a hint of coldness in his words.

  "Exactly!" Mo Tian said calmly.

  "Alright!" he said, and then Wang left with a gloomy face.

  This made Man Tian's head foggy, he had no idea why Wang Gu would be like this. He looked at the Tian Xuan Pavilion again, then looked at Wang Gu, and a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes as he walked towards the Tian Xuan Pavilion.

  Just as he arrived at the gate, Old Luo walked out slowly, took a look at Man Tian, and didn't show any surprise. He looked at Wang Gu's figure again, and smiled at Man Tian: "Young man, what's going on?"

  "Old Luo, I have something to ask for your guidance, and I also need Old Luo to dispel my confusion!" Man Tian said respectfully.

  He glanced at Mantian, and Luo Lao waved his right hand, taking Mantian away. When Mantian opened his eyes again, he found himself in another place, which made him marvel at the power of a strong Awakened One.

  "Speak!" Luo Lao said slowly and calmly.

  "To be honest, Old Luo, I am a cultivator! I have cultivated the Primordial Force! I have a blood pattern that can merge into my body..." Wu Tian said his thoughts out loud and took out the ancient book he obtained from the Burial Ground of the Barbarian Heaven.

  Lao Lao listened to the words of Man Tian, opened an ancient book, and after reviewing it, he fell into deep thought. After a while, he said: "Although I am not a cultivator of strength, but there is a senior in our sect who is a cultivator of strength! Under his guidance, I have some knowledge of strength cultivation! In the ancient times, strong people and cultivators of strength emerged one after another. They were either unknown or famous throughout the world! The path they took, we do not judge, but I think that the cultivators of strength are also pioneers, so whether they can succeed depends on their own practice."

  "This blood pattern is not bad, but it's not complete! You want to carve this blood pattern on your left hand, but you need to suffer a bit! Do you know why cultivators of the Force need to have yuan energy? Because only yuan energy can absorb the blood pattern, making the entire body like an embryo, allowing the blood pattern to be carved in and exert its power! I've heard that cultivators usually use their own blood to carve the blood pattern. Only those with low bloodlines will borrow from others to carve it. So, if you can persist in carving the blood pattern on your own bones, then everything else is not a problem."

  "With your bloodline as the ink, if it doesn't work out, you can use another bloodline to re-draw it another day. As for the injuries after drawing, I'll just go to Old Man Medicine's place and get a few pellets of medicine to help you recover! Physical injuries are not a big deal for high-level barbarians like us!" Luo Lao said.

  The barbarian Tian listened to Luo Lao's words with a heavy heart, and he was deep in thought. As a member of the ancestral ape tribe, he had heard from his ancestors that they were once invincible, so the barbarian Tian had great confidence in his own bloodline! As for the pain brought by the mark on his left hand bone, the barbarian Tian had the confidence to endure it silently.

  After gritting his teeth, Man Tian looked at Lao Luo and said: "Lao Luo, I want to give it a try!"

  "Good!!" Luo Lao shouted loudly, his eyes full of praise! Immediately, he said: "Get ready! I will shatter all the muscles in your left hand!"

  Muscles all shattered!! This is something ordinary people wouldn't even dare to think about, but Mo Tian had already made up his mind and wouldn't change it. After taking a few deep breaths and contemplating the "Zen" tattoo in his mind, he opened his eyes, stretched out his left hand, and looked at Old Man Luo: "Trouble you, Old Man Luo."

  Lao's eyes gleamed with praise, and he patted the left shoulder of Man Tian. The blood in Man Tian's meridians suddenly stopped flowing towards his left hand. Immediately, Man Tian felt a terrifying power surge into his left hand, followed by an intense pain that swept over him like crazy! In an instant, the muscles on Man Tian's left hand burst and turned into a bloody mist that dispersed into the air.

  At this time, a small bowl appeared on the ground. Luo Lao waved his right hand and the scattered blood mist all gathered in the small bowl, forming a pool of blood water.

  Excruciating pain burst forth like a mountain flood, Mo Tian's entire body violently shook, and large drops of sweat burst forth from every pore. His mind was a complete blank as he stared at his left hand, now nothing but bones, with a deathly pale face. A resolute glint flashed in his eyes. He took a deep breath, and with his right hand, he pulled out an iron brush. The "Xuanwu" blood pattern appeared in his mind! Then, he trembled as he dipped the iron brush into the blood contained within his left hand, and began to carve it onto the bones.

  Although his muscles had all been turned to bloody mist, the iron brush was still etching on his skeleton as if it were piercing his heart and lungs, this pain caused Mo Tian's mind to scatter and he almost fainted.

  He had only one thought in his mind! He must succeed, he cannot fail!