Ten days have passed, and all the students of Tianzi Class B have learned this art of flying in the sky under Chu Yingnan's word of mouth. Na Qinqiu left in a dashing manner after demonstrating the Imperial Weapon.

After several days of hard training day and night, Lin Peng was finally able to fly with a gun as he wished. His imperial weapon skills have also improved greatly, and the range of five or six zhang can make the gun move at will, and it also comes with the original power.

Ling Feng looked at Lin Peng and said, "You are not kind, you are always one step ahead of us." ”

Lin Peng smiled and said, "Don't be sour, someone has to give you a way." ”

Ling Ling looked at Ling Feng, rolled his eyes, and said, "Why don't you say you're stupid?"

Ling Feng squinted at Ling Ling and didn't speak.

Chu Yingnan hurriedly came to Ling Feng's side and said to Ling Ling, "Little dead girl, how can you talk to your brother?"

Ling Ling deliberately searched left and right and said, "Who is talking, why is this tone so similar to my sister-in-law?"

Chu Yingnan's face suddenly turned red, and he turned around and ran with a sentence of "hate".

The corners of Ling Ling's mouth lifted, revealing a disdainful expression, and said, "Cut, one." ”

Ling Feng looked at Ling Ling, then turned to look at Lin Peng, he shook his head with a smile.

Liangwen suddenly said on the side: "You say, this flight is almost finished, what will we learn after that?"

Na Baili also echoed: "Yes, let's have a serious elder, this Elder Qinqiu is so lazy." ”

Lin Peng put his index finger to his mouth, signaling a few people not to talk nonsense.

Then he said, "Hurry up and practice, your imperial weapons are still rotten." ”

Several people looked at each other, shook their heads, and walked away.

Lin Peng sat there, thinking about the magical powers that Yu Yangzi used that day, and the more he thought about it, the more he liked it. Suddenly he thought of something, got up and walked out, and came to the bookshelf on the second floor.

"Want to read?" Qin Chengzi asked.

Lin Peng nodded.

Qin Chengzi said slowly: "Read the book casually, remember two points, one is where to take it and where to send it, and second, you can only read it on the second floor of this school, and you can't take it out." ”

Lin Peng nodded, he looked at the entire second floor full of bookshelves, and secretly rejoiced in his heart, there is something to do now, but where should this start?

He began to wander around the shelves, which were categorized on the outside, and he could choose some of his favorite categories to practice. For example, the attack category, his attack seems to be too single. Several fingering long-range attack abilities are super strong, but they only change the attribute stone to urge, in the final analysis, it is still the ability of the attribute stone. He wanted to practice a mystic method based on his own abilities.

The techniques of attack are nothing more than fingering, palming, fisting, hooking, clawing, fingering, he has it, and it is a growth type, and there are no shortcomings. There were still four categories left, Lin Peng thought about it for a while, and decided to find a suitable palm practice book for him first.

He found the bookshelf where he was holding the palm, and he looked at it, and this bookshelf had as many as five layers and a length of three zhang. And the thickness of each mystic book is about one finger, and at a glance, there is almost no space in this bookshelf, Lin Peng shook his head, this is too much.

So, he began to look through them one by one, even if there were too many books in this category, he wanted to waste some time just to find one that suited him.

In the next few days, Lin Peng locked himself in the range of this bookshelf, tirelessly flipping through it, if it weren't for Qin Chengzi urging him to leave every day, he would have the heart to sleep in this school.

Ling Feng didn't ask him what he was doing, during this time, several people already knew about this strange person, and they must be studying something strange again, so they simply didn't ask.

Only Ling Ling was different, she knew that Lin Peng must be looking for something else, and she also believed that he would definitely find it. So during this time, in addition to practicing the art of imperial weapons, I came to sit in this bookshelf position. It's her own decision, don't bother, just accompany quietly.

Five days passed, Lin Peng looked through all the books, and also found a few books in them that were more suitable for his own practice. He marked the location of a few books, and then returned to the futon and began to look through them in detail, trying to sift through the best one. But after flipping through it, it was still undecided after a whole day. It's not that these mystics are bad, he just feels that these mystics seem to be missing something for him, but he can't say exactly what is missing. It was getting dark, and he had to leave again, and he sent the selected books back to their original places.

The next day, Lin Peng came to the bookshelf of the school early in the morning, prepared to take out a few books according to the location, and continued to consider the choice. It may have something to do with yesterday's placement, and one of the mystical books was sandwiched in the middle and couldn't be taken out. Lin Peng was in a hurry, and pulled hard. At this time, I only heard a "bang", and the books on the bookshelf in front of him were scattered directly to the ground by this pull.

He was a little embarrassed for a moment, he looked at Qin Chengzi, scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly.

Qin Chengzi looked at Lin Peng and said, "It's okay, you just put it on casually, I'll set him up later." ”

Lin Peng nodded, picked up the books on the ground and put them on the shelves. At this time, he found a book on the edge of the shelf, which looked crumpled and looked like it had been in it for some days.

He took out the book and shook off the dust that floated on it, trying to look through it before putting it back. I saw that there were five big white characters written on the black paper, "Bagua Splitting Wind Palm", and after he flipped through the page, he couldn't put it down. He stood in the middle of the scattered books and stared blankly, the more he read, the more he liked it, and the more he read, the more fascinated he became.