Ye Han's body only detected twelve secret books, although it seemed to be very few, but there was nothing strange about it.

This kind of secret technique of collecting Xuan Gong is obviously a unique characteristic of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, although Ye Han did not notice anything unusual, but he can feel it, this method of collecting Xuan Gong is probably directly obtained from his memory of the sea of knowledge.

This approach may seem simple, but it obviously has significant limitations. The martial artists who carry out the collection of Xuangong cannot be said to have a thorough understanding of this Xuangong, but at least they must clearly grasp the secrets in it.

If there are bits and pieces of omissions in it, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion may be able to complete it with its own deduction method, but if even the person who collects the exercises does not know the complete method of sealing the exercises, then the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion will obviously not be able to include them.

Ye Hangui is the Han King of the Dynasty, and his status in the Han Yu Dynasty is extremely high, and he can enter and exit the major secret pavilions, except for some of the most fundamental inheritance places that require the personal permission of the king, those places that are not hidden books obviously do not dare to turn away a prince.

Besides, the Han Palace's own collection was already very rich, but Ye Han couldn't practice at the beginning, even if he looked through some secret books of exercises, it was impossible to memorize them all.

Therefore, there are very few mystical techniques that can be included in Ye Han's memory, except for some fists and feet that do not need to run the meridians, only the exercises "Nine Star Qiankun Gong" and the body method "Nine Star Stepping on the Void" inherited by their Han Wangfu can still be called mysterious.

If another martial artist was brought here, the exercises that could be collected would naturally not be as miserable as Ye Han.

"Collect!"

Ye Han's answer was undoubted. As his voice fell, in this spacious three-story attic, a white divine light suddenly lit up, condensed and solidified in front of Ye Han, turning into one small white jade slip after another, levitating in the air.

With a flash of light, dense words emerged from nothingness, and then merged into the jade slip like a milk swallow returning to its nest, and soon converged the light in it.

And Ye Han's expression moved slightly, and with a light finger of his hand, the jade that was about to fly in the air instantly stopped in place and was held in Ye Han's hand.

Ye Han raised his hand and brought it close to his forehead, and the power of his soul rippled out from his sea of consciousness, and soon swept over this jade slip.

"Chilling Fist"!

This name Ye Han is not unfamiliar, this is his father, the previous Han King Ye Xuangang pioneered the boxing method. The fist is not a big opening and closing, as the fist unfolds, the cold qi will be invisibly punched into the opponent's chest and abdomen, which has the effect of blocking people's meridians and breaking people's mysteries.

Cultivating to the realm of Dacheng, this fist method is invincible, and even has the effect of killing people invisibly, but the shortcomings of "Cold Death Fist" are also obvious.

The cold qi of the sky, as the fist unfolds, turns into dark energy and can enter the chest and abdomen of people, so this fist must intersect with people's fists and palms to exert its strange power.

But how many martial artists are fighting each other?

Moreover, Ye Han has met all the opponents he has met in the past few days, and he has never had the opportunity to perform this boxing technique.

Obviously, as Ye Han guessed, the power in the Library Pavilion was directly integrated into Ye Han's sea of knowledge, and it was not for Ye Han to show it to the outside world before it was included.

Ye Han thought for a moment, and then let go of his palm holding the white jade slip. Under the traction of an invisible force, the jade slip levitated out of thin air, and then flew into the second floor of the pavilion in front of Ye Han's eyes, and placed it in the bookshelf under a huge "fist" character.

And when Ye Han flipped through the jade slips of "Han Fist", several jade slips were also transformed in front of him, and without Ye Han blocking them, they flew into several bookshelves on the first and second floors.

Immediately, in Ye Han's sea of knowledge, he once again remembered the slightly indifferent voice of the system.

[The collection of host classics has been completed, with a total of twelve classics.] Among them, there are four human-level martial arts, two earth-level martial arts, one heaven-level Xuangong, one heaven-level footwork, and four saint-level Xuangong, please check the host]

Ye Han raised his eyebrows slightly, and the realm that came out of the system was obvious. If what he expected was right, the three floors of this library pavilion from top to bottom should correspond to the three orders of heaven, earth and man.

Eight jade slips had just been transformed in front of Ye Han, four of which fell directly into the first layer, the other four were separated into two and integrated into the second layer, and the other two flew into the third layer.

It's just that Ye Han is a little curious, where did this so-called Four Saint Rank Xuangong fall into?

This holy rank exercise is absolutely above the three talents of heaven, earth and man, and it must not be placed directly in the bookshelf like ordinary exercises.

Ye Han glanced at the slightly empty library pavilion, and soon he also noticed a slight strangeness, with the control of the power of heaven and earth, his gaze quickly stayed on the stone platform in the center of the library pavilion.

The overall layout of this library is a circular layout, the bookshelves containing jade slips are arranged in a ring wall, and the middle of the second and third floors is empty, making the center of the whole pavilion slightly empty.

But in the middle of this pavilion, there is a stone tablet made of jade towering here, in which there seems to be one after another turquoise light flashing, faintly, it seems to incarnate one after another hidden characters, fleeting.

Ye Han's eyes flashed with a hint of interest, this jade monument was obviously not ordinary, and the divine light circulating in it and the fleeting characters in it were obviously secretive.

But when Ye Han first stepped into this library pavilion, he didn't notice it, as if there was an invisible big hand in the darkness, erasing the existence of this jade platform in the void, which was obviously a rather strange thing for Ye Han.

If it weren't for Ye Han subconsciously using the power of heaven and earth to explore the so-called Holy Rank Xuangong, I'm afraid he wouldn't have noticed this towering Xuangong.

Ye Han stepped forward, the sound of footsteps echoed in the pavilion, and soon he came to this jade monument. Without the slightest hesitation, Ye Han raised his hand and pressed it on it, and the power of his soul poured out from the sea of knowledge and fell on top of this stele.

The power of divine consciousness was integrated into this jade stele, Ye Han seemed to have stepped into a secret realm, he seemed to see a boundless ice and snow, a throne as high as a hundred zhang stood in the cold ice, and a human-like, indistinguishable figure leaned on the throne.

That figure seemed to be on the top of the Nine Heavens, looking down on all living beings like an immortal king, watching the rotation of life and death in the world, and watching the ebb and flow of heaven and earth. Although he couldn't see his appearance, Ye Han could sense that what was revealed in his eyes was an almost indifferent indifference.

Suddenly, the blurry image of the person seemed to have noticed something, and suddenly turned his head to look in Ye Han's direction. In an instant, Ye Han felt as if his soul had fallen into an ice cave, and the Lingtai Zhihai was directly frozen, and even his thoughts could not be run.

This feeling was like the breath emitted by the Xuanwu Holy Beast that Ye Han was facing in the ice array, and the sharp pain of being invaded by the ice in that moment was like a thousand knives was worse than death.