He still had six days to cultivate on his own. Inside the Martial Ancestor Realm, every disciple would have the chance to choose a free secret technique to enter the sect, so Chu Mubai had not used it yet.

The next morning, when the sky was still just starting to brighten, Chu Mubai woke up. After washing himself for a while, he headed towards the back of the mountain.

He liked quiet places because he needed to think about the training of martial arts. Only calm mind could let him have the best state of mind to train in a secret technique, and also let him think about what kind of method he needed to use to activate and release his secret technique and how to make it release its most powerful power!

The Martial Ancestor Realm was a sect located in the middle of a mountain. Therefore, there were many small mountain peaks here. Other than those that had already been excavated, there were also a few abandoned ones.

At this moment, Chu Mubai was at the peak of a relatively remote mountain, sitting cross-legged on a protruding rock. The first secret technique he cultivated thirty thousand years from now, the Dragon Tiger Fist!

To him, the Eight Desolations Bodies of the Berserker Bone could not be considered a secret technique. Instead, it was an extremely important fighting ability.

The Dragon Tiger Fist was different. It could allow Chu Mubai to instantly release an absolutely powerful fatal strike.

As the secret technique was relatively easy to cultivate, after recalling the battle between the dragon race and tiger race's methods, he could start training according to the Dragon Tiger Fist's palm techniques.

The only thing that made him uncomfortable during the whole process was the injuries he would cause during cultivation!

It was impossible for him to use the Berserker Bone Octoterra Body to train in the Dragon Tiger Fist, so even though the attack power of the Dragon Tiger Fist was strong, the damage to the body and organs was especially obvious.

Fortunately, after an hour of training, when Chu Mubai's face was deathly pale and his head was covered in sweat, he knew that his physical body was at its limit. All he needed to do now was to let his physical body gradually recover to its peak state, so after circulating the Barbarian Bone Eight Desolate Body, he would slowly recover his physical body.

Through this cycle, not only would it increase the speed of Dragon Tiger Fist cultivation, it would also prevent it from causing any harm to the body.

It had to be said that this Eight Desolations Technique, which had made Liu Ming endlessly praising it thirty thousand years ago, was indeed a great miracle in the Martial Dao.

After cultivating for six hours, Chu Mubai's morning time was almost perfect.

When the sun rose in the east, when everything woke up, and when the Martial Organization became lively, he went down the mountain.

What was most important to him today was not the cultivation of the Dragon Tiger Fist, but going to the sect's Scripture Pavilion to choose another secret art that was suitable for him to cultivate.

This time, he wanted to choose a sword art. It was time to truly practice martial arts sword arts!

The him thirty thousand years ago, was not considered an expert in using the sword, because he, who was an expert in the power of Astral Souls, had always used the Star Techniques to end the life of his enemies.

However, after so many life-and-death battles and the deaths of so many experts, his insights into the martial way was incomparable.

A strong warrior not only required a strong Astral Souls, but also a strong sword skill!

In his previous life, he relied on the terror of the Burning Fire Sword to make up for his sword skill that couldn't be considered as having a strong flaw, because when he woke up, he had already missed the best opportunity to cultivate sword skills.

In this lifetime, since the heavens wanted him to start from the beginning, he naturally wouldn't miss the best opportunity to cultivate sword skills.

Besides that, he also had to choose a weapon, a weapon that was specifically meant for him to cultivate sword skills!

After hastily going down the mountain, because he was relatively close to the Weapon Pavilion, Chu Mubai decided to go ahead and choose a sword.

Aside from exchanging points for weapons, every disciple who entered the Martial Ancestor Realm would also have a chance to obtain a secret technique and a weapon for free.

After producing his sect's jade tablet, Chu Mubai entered the Weapon Pavilion.

In the morning, they would usually have some leisure time. Most martial artists would choose to place the martial arts cultivation talismans in the afternoon. Therefore, there were very few people in the weapon pavilion right now.

There were a total of three floors in the Equipment Pavilion. On the first floor, there were weapons such as swords, spears and sticks, and the second floor was specially designed to display swords. Because swords were the most popular weapons among the warriors, amongst the ten people, eight of them would choose to wear swords as their personal weapon, which was why they had to go their separate ways to meet the needs of the Martial Sect Disciple.

As for the third floor, he visited some relatively strange weapons, such as brush, blood droplets, and small personal weapons such as the boomerang and the halberd.

Chu Mubai did not stay on the first floor. Because his goal was clear, he directly went to the second floor.

With regards to the choice of swords, Chu Mubai was actually quite good at it, because thirty thousand years ago, he was not only capable of wielding a sword, but more importantly, he could also forge a sword!

Thus, he was able to tell with a single glance if a sword was perfect in its forging process, or if it had some sort of flaw.

After all, this was the Martial Ancestor Realm. At a glance, all the swords here were relatively slender with sharp edges and thick hilts. It was obvious that the swords here were not crafted by ordinary blacksmiths.

However, most of the swords were made of ordinary materials. From the first to the second grade, there was nothing special about them.

As for swords, from first grade to second grade were made from black iron. As for the third grade to fourth grade, they were divided into primeval stone s or arrays during the forging or modification process, so the sword had the strength of origin energy or even a secret technique.

And above rank 4 was an existence that had a sword spirit.

The higher the quality of a sword, the stronger the power it possessed.

Perhaps, some of the more special swords had been used as prizes for the Martial Sect Disciple, and they might need to be exchanged with points.

Fortunately, Chu Mubai did not need a strong sword. What he needed was the most ordinary, but extremely heavy sword!

Because only the gigantic sword could make him cultivate sword force in the shortest amount of time!

To a swordsman, a good sword was something they cared about and treasured with their life, but the sword energy was something they were willing to give up all the power they had!

If swordsmanship was equivalent to martial arts, then the sword itself was equivalent to a martial artist. The quality of the sword was a martial artist's talent in martial arts.

The secret techniques trained by warriors were equivalent to the sword techniques in the sword, and the sword force was equivalent to the existence of Astral Souls s.

It could be seen that its existence was extremely powerful for any swordsman!

Thirty thousand years ago, Chu Mubai did not manage to cultivate the sword force at all, because he had missed the best time to practice the sword, but he had many close friends who were proficient in sword arts. Because he had interacted with them frequently, he had some understanding on how to cultivate the sword force.

The first thing he needed to do in order to practice Sword Force was to connect with the sword and its soul. There was no doubt that he would be able to do this with the Burning Fire Sword.

The second point, which was extremely important to him, was that he was able to release his physical strength to the extreme when he was controlling the sword. That was, increasing the strength of the sword through his physical body!

In fact, there was a similar concept to the Eight Desolations Bodies of the Berserker Bone. Cultivating the Eight Desolations Bodies of the Berserker Bone would strengthen his body and allow him to exert a strength of 40,000 or even 100,000 pounds with a single punch.

It was the same with the sword aura!

Therefore, he needed to gradually grasp how to control the power of the Imperial Sword and how to release the sword's power to its fullest.

However, because the gigantic sword was relatively heavy, ordinary warriors were extremely cautious when choosing their weapons. Instead of choosing a huge sword, it would be better to use a axe or a broadsword, so on the second floor, Chu Mubai did not manage to find a single huge sword.

Helpless, she could only choose to ask the person in charge of the Armament Pavilion.

It was a white-haired old man. He was stroking his beard and lying on a sandalwood chair, bathing in the morning sunlight.

"Hello, I have something to ask you."

Chu Mubai walked to the side of the old man and bowed to greet him.

He should respect the elders.

The old man stroked his beard and nodded his head with a smile, but he did not speak.

Chu Mubai then stood up and spoke again: "Hello, I would like to ask, does the Weapon Pavilion have a huge sword?"

"Giant sword? Do you want those heavy swords? "

When the old man heard these words, he was stunned for a moment before confirming with an expression of disbelief.

Chu Mubai smiled and nodded solemnly.

He had long anticipated the old man's reaction. In fact, if it were anyone else, they would have been puzzled.

"You … Is it because the swords here are not sharp enough? "

The old man slowly sat up and looked at Chu Mubai. After sizing him up, he revealed a look of suspicion.

Chu Mubai smiled and shook his head: "No, I hope to find a great sword. I do not need a very sharp sword for now."

"Weird, weird guy."

The old man stroked his beard, shook his head and muttered to himself.

After a few seconds, he nodded his head and said, "We normally don't forge heavy swords, but there is one that has been left abandoned here for decades. The sword has rusted and there are many scars on its blade, but this sword is very heavy, I'm afraid that you won't be able to lift it with your skinny body."

After hearing all these, Chu Mubai was still quite excited.

As he had just arrived at the Martial Ancestor Realm, he was not completely familiar with the place yet, so he did not have any plans to leave the sect for the time being. As he had just arrived at the Martial Ancestor Realm, he had not yet been fully acquainted with the place, so he did not have any plans to leave the sect for the time being.

Now that he heard the old man say that there really was an extremely heavy sword here, he was naturally very excited.

"Really? Gramps, what I need is a sword like this! "

Chu Mubai found it hard to conceal the gratification in his face, and said while smiling.

"Is that true? Do you know that an extremely heavy sword will affect your ability to wield the sword? Furthermore, the blade of the sword is not sharp, so it does not possess any destructive power. This kind of sword is equivalent to scrap iron, or even inferior to scrap iron.

The old man asked solemnly.