Start Evolving Martial Patterns from Black Mountain Castle

In Xuanhuang Continent, martial arts is respected. There are powerful people who can pick up the stars and the moon with their hands, and can move mountains and fill seas with their breath. There are lines on the backs of hundreds of millions of warriors, and the lines are divided into nine grades, and the grade is the destiny - the genius born in the seventh grade of a family can call the wind and rain; if the descendants of the poor family fall into the third grade, they will be in the dust for life. In Black Mountain Fort in northern Xinjiang, Lu Chen, a seventeen-year-old orphan from the frontier army, had only a rough, gray line on his back. Second grade, stubborn stone pattern. "This life is just a stepping stone." Everyone laughed. When the stubborn stone pattern that was declared to be a "lifelong waste" cracked for the first time in the sea of ​​blood in the corpse mountain, revealing a light that has not even been recorded in history books... The three-hundred-mile beacon towers of Black Mountain Fort shook at the same time. From then on, the young man dragged the curled-edged sword towards Zhongzhou where there were many sects, towards the Southern Wasteland where there were forbidden areas, and towards those giants who could pick up the stars with their hands. They say: "Rules are like mountains, and grades are like heaven." He grinned, and the lines on his back burned like the scorching sun: "Then I will use this most despicable stone——" "Crush your sky and shatter your mountains!" That day, all the lords in the sky heard it at the same time—— The sound of shackles breaking. Martial arts can determine the dignity and inferiority, but the spine is unyielding to the sky!