There were 'Shadow Step Sword Style', 'Echo Fla Sword Technique' and 'Still Sky Sword Art'.
Lin Fan browsed through the three of them and had a rough idea.
The Shadow Step Sword Style was more suitable for assassins and didn't complent much with the Qing Feng Sword Style.
As for the Echo Fla Sword Technique, it dealt damage with the wind and flas.
Sothing that would work well with the Qing Feng Sword Style.
Lastly, the Still Sky Sword Art aims to be calm and strike the opponent with one strike at the optimal opportunity.
Which definitely didn't work well with the Qing Feng Sword Style.
"What do you think?" Lin Fan glanced at Ho Ming and asked.
He rather Ho Ming be able to make the decision himself than requiring his help every ti.
Ho Ming didn't disappoint him and said, "Most likely I would choose the Echo Fla Sword Technique, the Qing Feng Sword Style should be able to increase the intensity of its flas."
Nodding his head, Lin Fan was pleased at Ho Ming's conclusion.
"Then why the frown?" he asked.
Ho Ming shrugged and said, "I was just thinking if there's any way to have all of them."
Lin Fan shook his head, smiled at Ho Ming and said, "I wish."
Maybe Ho Ming had learned too much from , Lin Fan thought silently at the sa ti.
After they picked their manuscripts, they got out of the room where the chief librarian was waiting.
Before Lin Fan and Ho Ming could say anything, the chief librarian spoke first.
"Abyssal Dragon Soul-Searing Spear Technique and Echo Fla Sword Technique. Just return them to when you are done with them." The chief librarian said.
The room was like a storage artifact and the chief librarian knew what was going on inside the whole ti.
Any manuscripts taken out were being sensed by him.
"We will," Lin Fan replied and left with Ho Ming afterwards.
He wanted to get started learning the Abyssal Dragon Soul-Searing Spear Technique as soon as possible.
After the battle with the Dark Lord, Huo Ren Yi and Long Yong, he knew that dangers were lurking just around the corner.
There was no other way but to beco stronger.
And learning a Divine Level technique would certainly help very much, now that he can't get out of the sect for three months.
...
Wooden hut.
After a sumptuous al, Lin Fan got out of the hut, unrolled the scroll and started on the first stroke.
The Abyssal Fang.
Following the instructions, Lin Fan placed his spear with its spear head on the ground.
He flicked the spear head upwards, leveling the spear straight and then suddenly thrust the spear forward.
As he thrust the spear forward, he had to direct his Qi at the correct ti and with the correct amount into the spear head.
The spear head gave out a blue glow and a pointed Qi wave shot at the tree trunk in front of Lin Fan.
Thud.
A small hole appeared in the tree trunk as the Qi wave penetrated through the tree trunk.
Lin Fan shook his head when he inspected the aftermath.
The precision strike should have been able to get through at least twenty tree trunks.
But now, he was only able to get through a single tree trunk.
He thought for a mont and recalled what he had done earlier.
Lin Fan tried again, adjusting the Qi, directing more into the spear head.
And when he got the sa result again, he tried out with more Qi.
Finally, when he had used the maximum amount of Qi but didn't get the expected result, Lin Fan tried to reduce the Qi.
Slowly, he patiently experinted with all the possible variations.
He was exhausted as he sat on the ground when he heard Ho Jie's voice behind him.
"Ti for dinner."
Lin Fan looked up into the sky and saw the sun had already set and the full moon was up.
It seems like mastering a Divine Level technique was much harder than Lin Fan had expected.
He got up, kept the spear and manuscript, to join Ho Jie for dinner.
"How's the situation at the West Monastery?" Lin Fan asked after he finished munching on the piece of at that was in his mouth.
"Long Kong is dead. And no signs of the Dark Lord and Long Yong around," Ho Jie replied.
"What is the Dark Lord after this ti?" Lin Fan frowned and thought about it.
Were they after the manuscript and Long Kong's life?
If so, would the Dark Lord be destroying other sects too?
He gave out a sigh and continued his al.
...
After the al, he practiced the Abyssal Fang stroke again for a few hours.
When he was done with not much improvent, Lin Fan decided to go to the black market.
It's been a long ti since he was there, so he wanted to see if there was anything that would be useful to him.
Lin Fan took the wolf mask and dusted off the dust that had accumulated on it.
He walked the path that led to the black market with his mory, and he reached the black market very soon.
Inside the black market, it was bustling with vendors and patrons.
All sorts of artifacts, pills and manuscripts were on display.
"You!" A familiar voice called out at him.
Lin Fan turned in the direction where the voice ca from and he saw a familiar mask.
It was Zhang Xi in her rabbit mask.
"Long ti no see, Miss Rabbit," Lin Fan walked up and greeted her.
"Mr. Wolf, you should be working hard cultivating, you know," she said with her hands on her hips.
"I am doing so," Lin Fan shrugged and said.
"Doing so? How?" Zhang Xi asked.
"By trying to learn so Divine Level technique," Lin Fan said and tilted his head.
"Di...Divine Level?" Zhang Xi was shocked to hear that Lin Fan had progressed to learning Divine Level techniques.
Not in her wildest dreams would she even dream of touching sothing that was Divine Level.
Stay calm.
Stay cool.
Zhang Xi told herself repeatedly.
She was Lin Fan's senior martial sister, mustn't let him know that she was in awe.
Zhang Xi pinched herself on her thigh, composed herself and asked, "Then why are you here?"
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