"Presumptuous! The dean is here, don't hurry up and salute, there are no rules at all!" Yan Yuanzheng reprimanded.

Tang Lang's heart tightened, just now he saw Yan Yuanzheng followed by a kind elder, thinking that he was a lecturer he had never seen in the academy, but he didn't expect that it was actually the dean, so he hurriedly saluted and said: "Tang Lang, a student of the first class of intermediate martial arts and the first class of elementary spells, greets the dean!"

Zong Bo looked at Tang Lang carefully, and his deep gaze seemed to see through all his minds, which made him suddenly feel frightened, and he almost wanted to turn around and run away, and reluctantly continued: "I didn't know that the dean arrived just now, and I didn't salute in time, so I ask the dean for forgiveness!"

"It's okay, those who don't know are not guilty! I heard Lao Yan talk about it, so I rushed over to see who the captain of this tournament is. Tang Lang, you don't have to be restrained, do you really spend one day reading all the classics on the first floor?" Zong Bo retracted his gaze and asked Tang Lang rhetorically.

Tang Lang suddenly felt that the pressure was completely gone, and he replied calmly: "Dean, I have really read all the two hundred and thirty-six mortal-level martial arts, one hundred and five entry-level martial arts, three hundred and seventy-eight mortal-level spells, and ninety-two entry-level spells collected by the academy! By the way, I would like to correct it: There should be two hundred and thirty-five kinds of mortal-level martial arts, and although there are two kinds of martial arts with different names, the content is basically the same; the first-level spells should be counted as ninety-three, and there is a spell book that also introduces a variant spell that can be counted as two kinds of spells!"

"Impossible! The old man and more than a dozen managers have been in charge of the classic library for more than ten years, and every classic book has been carefully consulted and registered, how could they make such a low-level mistake? I see that you are playing tricks to divert the dean's attention!" Yan Yuanzheng suddenly exploded and burst into a rage.

"Elder Yan, you don't have to be so irritable, I will tell you a few corresponding classics, and you will know if you find someone to see them!" Tang Lang explained unhurriedly.

Without waiting for Yan Yuanzheng to say more, Dean Zong Bo stroked his beard and said: "You can actually read all the classics on the first floor in one day, and you can also draw inferences from one another, and pick out the inappropriateness of them individually, it sounds really a bit incredible!"

"Lord Dean, you can immediately find someone to check, these classics are: the third row of the second row of cabinets from top to bottom, the sixteenth book of "Tianlang Palm" from left to right and the fifth line of the third cabinet from top to bottom, and the thirty-eighth book of "Chopping Sea Fist" from left to right, although the two classics are called one palm and one fist, but the qi operation and force tricks and effects are similar, and they can be merged into one!" Tang Lang called up the records from the system, and the names and positions of the classics were clearly stated.

The people present gasped when they heard this, and even Zong Bo couldn't help but tremble his eyebrows and feet: "What kind of weirdness is this? The so-called memorization is at most to be able to memorize all the reading content, how can it not only integrate the content like now, but also remember the position of the classics in your heart!"

Yan Yuanzheng's eyes widened, staring directly at Tang Lang, trying to find a clue, but he found that Tang Lang looked calm, and shouted: "Come on, find out the corresponding classics according to Tang Lang's instructions!"

The administrator had already stepped forward to take out the classics of "Tianlang Palm" and "Sea Chopping Fist" at the location designated by Tang Lang, and respectfully handed them to Zong Bo, but after reading a few pages, he closed the classics and took a long breath: "Sure enough, it is as you said!"

Yan Yuanzheng couldn't believe everything in front of him at all, and rushed up to look at the classics carefully, and only after half a pillar of incense did he mutter, "How can this be? How can there really be two almost identical martial arts?"

Due to the large number of low-level martial arts, no one will really study them thoroughly, most people choose a few suitable exercises for mortal and beginner skills, and focus on the improvement of cultivation and intermediate and high-level skills, so Yan Yuanzheng and the other managers of the classic library cannot be blamed for carelessness, but there has never been a freak with such a system as Tang Lang before.

Yan Yuanzheng still refused to accept it, and asked Tang Lang loudly: "You knew these two classics before, right?

"It's the first time I've come into contact with these collections in the academy, Elder Yan, you should know very well! The spell I just mentioned is called "Dragon Scroll Mantra", which is placed in the sixth row of cabinets from top to bottom, and the third book is counted from left to right. This wind spell is to summon a small tornado storm with spiritual power, which is huge, but the movement speed is slow, so at the end of the classic, a workaround method "Flying Flower Spell" has been added, combining the wind system with the wood system, and using the wood spiritual power to transform the flying flower into the wind and turn it into a sharp blade, so that the power and speed have been greatly improved, but the difficulty of casting the spell has also increased exponentially!"

After the classic book of "Dragon Scroll Curse" was found, it was exactly the same as what Tang Lang said, Zong Bo reviewed it from beginning to end, closed his eyes for a moment, and stretched out his hands to swipe in the air. Only then did Tang Lang notice that although the dean's hair was white, his hands were crystal clear, and there was a faint light.

Between the square inches of Zong Bo's hands, a miniature tornado storm that was only half a foot tall gradually generated, and then a green light flashed, and countless crimson petals mixed into the storm and flew up and down......

"That's right! This method can be said to be whimsical, the power of the beginner-level spell is infinitely close to the power of the middle level, but if you want to control it as you like, at least you must reach the level of the spell, what a fly in the ointment!" Zong Bo sighed with admiration and admiration.

With the approval of the dean, everyone no longer had the slightest suspicion of Tang Lang, all of his perverted memory and comprehension ability were stunned, and Yan Yuanzheng was even more at a loss.

"Ahem......" Tang Lang broke the silence with a loud voice: "What, Elder Yan, do you still want to take the other classics? If there is nothing else, I will go to the second floor to continue studying the intermediate classics." Also, when will you honor our agreement?"

Everyone turned their eyes to Yan Yuanzheng, making his face blush: "How can the old man repay the debt? It's just ten first-order spars, take it!"

Only then did Zong Bo know that there was a gambling contract between the two, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Tang Lang, even if you have an excellent memory, the mind spent looking through the classics needs to be restored, otherwise it will hurt the foundation." You go back and rest for the night and come back tomorrow!"

Tang Lang naturally didn't dare to disobey the dean's care, and bowed to the dean and Yan Yuanzheng and turned to leave. Zongbo ordered the "Flying Flower Spell" to be transcribed separately and become a new book, and then drifted away.

But instead of returning to his lodgings, he wandered in his footsteps, his figure becoming a shadow and drifting towards another part of the academy.

"Old friend, when Tang Lang was a baby, we carefully explored together, his body was eroded by the extremely poisonous Rotten Bone Soul Destroying Spell, the foundation was destroyed, and even his body became extremely weak, if you hadn't spent your life cultivating to remove the spell for him, I'm afraid it would be difficult for him to even grow up, how could there be such a sudden change. Could it be that the old friend can't find a way?" Zong Bo's voice condensed into a line, almost inaudible.

"Hey, where do I have the ability to do this, otherwise I wouldn't have wasted so many years of his time. In short, his body seems to have recovered overnight, in fact, I would rather he do nothing for the rest of his life, and be safe!"

"Could it be the power of the powerful bloodline? Haven't they always been known for their strong bloodline, maybe they have some unknown recovery ability. Old friend, why did you let him participate in the tournament again, shouldn't he try to keep a low profile before he grows up, in case he attracts the attention of those people, the little Canglei Academy can't protect your thoughtfulness!"

"What should come will come, and sooner or later he will face these heavy burdens. The Tianqing Kingdom is far away, how can a small tournament attract the attention of those. Don't worry, if you are really discovered, it will never affect your academy......! Ahem......"

Zong Bo sighed and said: "Old friend, you and I have been friends for decades, you know that I don't mean that! I think you used to be infinitely beautiful, and now you are even more sick and suffering for him...... Forget it, don't talk about this, I will continue to suppress the injuries for you, the effect of the Water Moon Divine Mantra is getting worse and worse, it used to be suppressed for at least half a year, but now it can't even last for two months, it seems that I have to find another healing holy method!"

A man who was tightly wrapped in a black robe straightened his waist and said with a miserable smile: "I can still survive this old bone for a while, I must give him all what I have learned in my life, so that I can close my eyes with peace of mind and cough...... Ahem......"

Tang Lang, who returned to the Duojin Building, felt tired and sleepy, his eyelids couldn't be opened as if he was fighting, and he snored loudly when he lay down on the bed. But when he was asleep, his eyes kept rolling, and countless figures shook in his mind, some of them punched and kicked, and some of them were stormy.

Although his people are sleeping, the system is still tirelessly classifying and summarizing martial arts and spells, because he only watches the classics, and there is no lecturer to explain them, the system can only simulate the content of the classics into images according to the information collected before, but the right and wrong can only be distinguished by him.

"Tang Lang, get up!"

Jiang Dali's deep voice sounded in his ears, Tang Lang rubbed his eyes, turned over and sat up: "When is it now?"

"It's almost lunchtime, and I wanted to wake you up in the morning, but the Filipino said that you were too tired yesterday and had to let you sleep a little longer!"

"Actually fell asleep until noon?" Tang Lang stretched his waist, his bones clicked, and after a full sleep, he was refreshed, and his mind had all recovered: "Let's go, let's go to dinner first, and I will arrange a new special training plan for you when you come back!"

After getting up, he suddenly felt that there was something in his pocket, and when he took it out, it turned out to be ten spars given by Yan Yuanzheng, and handed them directly to Jiang Dali: "Dali, I will send it to everyone for me in a while, and when I cultivate in the future, the spar will be embedded in the Spirit Gathering Array, the effect will be better, and everyone must make every effort to improve their level before the competition!"