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However, Qin Hao was only wearing a coarse cloth shirt, and his feet were covered with mille-feuille shoes made by his sister. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Dressed in an ordinary outfit, he walked out of the gate of the Flower Garden Residence in a grand manner, and was not recognized by the guards and coachmen.

Touching his nose with a wry smile, Qin Hao mischievously did not remind the guards and coachmen, but walked through the bustling street with his head bored, and walked straight towards the Treasure Pavilion alone.

About a cup of tea, a quaint and old-fashioned palace appeared in front of you. Although there are broken tiles and bricks, they are towering, like a tall and strong candle old man.

Every Qin Mansion monk can only enter the Treasure Pavilion once in the Wheel Sea Realm, and the next time he has to wait until he is promoted to the Blood Realm, and so on. Even though the Treasure Pavilion is built on a busy street, few people enter or leave it.

Stepping on the steps, the cool and dry wind was blowing in his face, Qin Hao squinted his eyes slightly, savoring the ancient environment.

The first floor is the place where the magic treasure spirit stone is replaced, the agarwood frame peels off the red paint, and the dazzling array of rare and exotic materials are covered with dust, like sundries placed at will.

A fan-shaped strain that feels like clotted fat is a blood-colored strain on the second layer on the left-hand side, which is invaluable. On the third layer of the right hand, there is a simple and unpretentious dagger, which is cast from thousands of years of dark iron, and the iron is sharpened like clay......

Qin Hao walked again and again, admiring again and again. When he walked to the staircase and was about to go to the second floor to choose exercises, he saw an old man sitting behind a big red old-fashioned curved cabinet, on a pear wood carved Taishi chair.

The old man was dressed in a cyan robe, with a wooden hairpin on top of his head, his figure was thin but not withered, and his sitting figure was as calm as a ding.

Although he hadn't seen it, Qin Hao had heard a little about it in the outside world. It is said that the Treasure Pavilion was guarded by an old man who had been there since the Treasure Pavilion was established.

This is an exaggeration, as the Treasure Pavilion has been standing for three hundred years.

No one knows what the old man is called and where he comes from. For he never paid attention to anyone, but sat alone in a chair, quietly flipping through a book of quaint yellowed animal skins.

Rumor has it that the book was held by the old man for three hundred years, but he still hasn't finished reading it......

There are many legends about the elderly, and it stands to reason that such a non-dividing character should be revered by transcendence. However, no one wants to respect the elderly.

The old man never communicates with anyone, even a look. He was too quiet, like a painting on the wall or an ornament on a shelf.

However, when Qin Hao walked in front of him, he still bowed slightly politely. It's not because of anything else, it's natural to say hello when you see an elder.

Seeing that the old man didn't react at all, and his attention was always focused on the book, Qin Hao stepped on the second floor of the stairs.

But at the moment when he passed by the old man, Qin Hao suddenly felt that there seemed to be tens of millions of silver needles piercing his heart behind him, and a layer of cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

As if reflexively, he turned around and met the old man's eagle-sharp eyes. At this moment, Qin Hao had a feeling that all the secrets in his body had been penetrated.

This kind of sharp eyes and indescribable spiritual coercion, he had only experienced in his father Qin Hongru.

In other words, the rumors are all true! This seemingly ordinary old man in front of him is really an old monster who has lived for more than 300 years!

However, after a glance of contact, the old man lowered his head again and looked at the ancient book in his hand with the same posture as ever.

That gaze finally moved away, Qin Hao almost fell to the ground, and in an instant, his head was dripping and sweating. It may be his own delusion, the moment they looked at each other just now, Qin Hao clearly felt surprise and hostility from that look.

"A character like me shouldn't cause any emotional fluctuations in the old man......" Qin Hao shook his head, forcibly suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and slowly walked up the stairs.

After climbing to the second floor and leaving the sight of the mysterious old man, Qin Hao breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and his depressed mood was relieved.

On the eight wooden shelves on the right-hand side, about 800 volumes of martial arts are neatly arranged. Although they are all yellow ranks, their value is still enough to make the position of the outside forces crazy.

As for the martial arts of the ground level or the Xuan rank, only those who have reached the Blood Moving Realm and above are eligible to be selected.

Of course, it was not that King Qin was stingy, but that the spiritual power of the Lunhai realm cultivators was weak, and if they forcibly cultivated high-level martial arts, they were likely to burst the meridians and explode to death.

Therefore, there is an unwritten rule in the cultivation realm. The monks in the ninth layer of the Wheel Sea chose to cultivate the Yellow Rank martial arts. The most cultivation of Xuan-level martial arts in the Blood Migration Realm is possible, and only after advancing to the Inscription Realm can it be possible to choose martial arts cultivation at will.

The truth that greed is not enough to swallow elephants, Qin Hao deeply understands. So, he squatted down very patiently, starting from the first volume of exercises, studying little by little, analyzing whether it was suitable for him, and if he saw the place to his heart's content, he marked the scroll and set it aside.

The advanced exercises of the Yellow Order, the wind is tornailed, and the body can be as light as a swallow when it is refined to Dacheng, and it will not be stained with blood in thousands of troops and horses......

"No, no matter how fast you are, it's useless to attack enough. Qin Hao shook his head and put the seemingly good exercises back in their place.

The Yellow Rank Middle-grade Exercises, splitting the ground palm, urging the spiritual power to be hidden in the right arm. Cultivating to the point of Dacheng can burst out with three forces at a time, one is stronger than the other, and it can crack the gold stone.

Yellow Rank Upper Grade Exercises, Bajiquan......

After flipping through a lot of scrolls, Qin Hao frowned, not satisfied.

Qin Tianyi is a peak cultivator of the ninth layer of the Wheel Sea, and his cultivation martial arts are Thunder Nine Strikes, and the best martial arts of the Yellow Rank, once they break out, their power is not trivial, and they are not even weaker than some Xuan-level martial arts.

The few volumes of exercises I had just read were all too low-level, even if they were refined to the fullest, they would not have much effect if they fought against Qin Tianyi in the future.

I flipped through the exercise scrolls one by one, until the last two volumes were left on the last shelf, and the sky was completely dark.

Qin Hao stroked the penultimate lacquered black bamboo slip, his mind was quite complicated. The scroll in his hand was none other than the Thunder Nine Strikes, and it was also the highest grade of all the Yellow Rank exercises.

But if you want to practice this volume of exercises, you must at least be familiar with the operation route of the exercises, and then practice for another year and a half before you can achieve a small success, when Qin Tianyi cultivated, it also took three years.

Now there are less than three months left, and at most Qin Hao touches the skin. Using the thunder nine strikes of fur kung fu to face off with Qin Tianyi's martial arts skills is tantamount to getting an axe from the class and hitting a stone with an egg.

Since the Thunder Nine Strikes can't be cultivated, then the only way to choose one of the remaining martial arts is the most suitable.

However, there is still one last scroll left next to it, the scroll is carved from ordinary bamboo slips, without the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power, it should be the lowest level of yellow-level low-level martial arts, it doesn't matter if you look at it or not.

However, it was already the last volume, and Qin Hao opened the scroll with the mentality of winning nothing......

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