[Chapter 9: The Old Man in the Pavilion]

Wang Feng looked at the huge lintel with some complexity, there was a faint old breath on it, and the black wooden walls seemed to contain the taste of the vicissitudes of life and the changes in the world, and there was a faint feeling of loss in his heart.

This pavilion is the only pavilion that Uncle Lin forcibly moved from the Wang family with the power of creating and moving mountains and stones, although some human-level martial arts have been lost, but there are still some remnants of the Wang family's breath on it.

On the plaque of the pavilion, there is a big golden letter: Wuxue Pavilion.

This is a branch of the Martial Arts Reading Pavilion, and you need a special status to enter, because Uncle Lin moved away from the Wang family, so he still has this special status.

Wang Feng sighed, turned around and entered this pavilion directly, as soon as he entered this jade pavilion, he felt a strong consciousness scanning towards him, and that fluctuation was no different from the innate powerhouse he felt!

He followed the source of this fluctuation, and his incomparably precise gaze followed the source to the body of an old man at the entrance of this pavilion, and his eyes were full of consternation.

The old man's black robe was covered, as if he was meditating, he was entrenched on a chair that was not particularly large, his eyes were closed, as if he was closing his eyes to recuperate, although he knew that the old man was a congenital powerhouse, Wang Feng could not feel the slightest power fluctuation in the old man's body.

When Wang Feng looked at the old man, the old man's eyes also opened slowly, and the domineering aura in his eyes was like the tip of a needle in the cold wind, shooting directly into Wang Feng's eyes.

Wang Feng didn't dare to move at all, invisible pressure came from all directions, just like the water of the rolling Yangtze River lost its dam and the flood began to flood, and he was in the middle of the flooded area!

It's horrible.

Wang Feng's legs sank a little unconsciously, and the power of the Suppression of the Divine Transformation Void Skill in his body was violently, the more powerful the old man's momentum was, the more sunny and brave his Suppression of the Divine Transformation Void Skill!

The terrifying momentum deepened again, and it erupted with an astonishing deterrent effect. Wang Feng's whole body began to tremble, his eyes shot violently, and the Suppression of Divine Transformation Void Gong formed an invisible Tai Chi power, quietly turning those overwhelming momentum into nothingness, and he naturally did not fall.

The coercion of the innate strong is really terrifying!

Wang Feng took a deep breath, still staring at the old man in black with his eyes, without the slightest intention of yielding, and his eyes became more and more fierce as time passed!

At a certain moment, the old man suddenly withdrew his coercion, and a look of surprise appeared on his seemingly indifferent and dry old face on weekdays, but he quickly restrained himself.

"is worthy of being Wang Lei's son, not only is his cultivation talent amazing, but his own willpower is also not to be underestimated, admired and admired. The old man's mouth squirmed slightly, and the old man's voice sounded in Wang Feng's mind.

"Your Excellency?" Wang Feng said with a frown.

Seven years have passed since the catastrophe of the family, and there are not many people in the family who can remember his father's name, and he can count it clearly with one pair of hands, and this person is obviously one of them.

"I am now the strongest person in the Wang family, a great congenital stage of Dacheng, and I used to be a good friend of your father, even better than Wang Nulei's relationship with your father. The old man stroked his beard, a trace of the past appeared in his eyes, and sighed.

The Great Innate Realm, this is a realm within the Innate Realm. The innate realm is divided into three realms, the small congenital realm, the big congenital realm, and the Lingtian realm, and the three realms are divided into three types: the early stage, the middle stage, and the late stage.

The gap between this realm is much larger than that of the acquired ones, and this old man's cultivation realm has actually reached Xiaocheng in the early stage of the Great Innate Dynasty, and in this small Qingxuan City, he is naturally a great figure.

"Thank you for the memory, Dad...... He won't die so unjustly, Mu Qingtian, I will personally let him go down to accompany my father. When Wang Feng heard this, a fierce hatred surged out of his eyes, and his voice was slightly choked.

This was almost the biggest motivation for his cultivation, and before the age of ten, almost every night, he would be awakened by that blood-colored nightmare, which made him have to cultivate day and night.

The biggest wish in his heart is not to avenge his father!

"I hope so, you may still have this qualification in the past, but now you don't have it anymore, you know...... If it is above the clan comparison, those who have not reached the sevenfold of the day after tomorrow will be sent to manage the family's business. In other words, you have to be in just three months...... Arrive at the day after tomorrow Shichie. The black-robed old man said carefully.

Wang Feng smiled casually: "No, I still have this talent and ability now, and I will prove everything to all the people in Qingxuan City who laugh at me in three months!

The black-robed old man seemed to sigh heavily, and said helplessly: "Okay, it's a good choice for you to try, but if you don't reach the Seventh Tier of the Day After Tomorrow, I will come forward to fight for you a chance......

Wang Feng nodded, his nervous expression quietly became flat, and he didn't express any rebuttal, he needed to respect this respectable old man, besides, with a heaven-level exercise and a mysterious spiritual treasure, he couldn't defeat Mu Qingtian in this way, and he really lost his grandmother's face.

"Wang Lin, that guy is okay, is he still protecting you in the dark?" After a moment of silence, the black-robed old man seemed to remember something, turned his head to Wang Feng and asked.

Wang Lin is Uncle Lin's name.

"Uncle Lin is okay, but I haven't seen him appear much recently, and he has been hiding in the shadows to protect me. Wang Feng nodded and sighed softly, obviously because this matter had been confusing him.

"Well, I know everything, you go to find the martial arts you want......" The black-robed old man closed his eyes again, gently kneaded his palm on his head, and said softly after a while.

Wang Feng's expression was slightly awe-inspiring, he nodded, turned around and walked towards the bookshelf that contained hundreds of kinds of martial arts, and on the way, he turned around and glanced at the old man in black robe, who had already closed his eyes and recuperated, and there was no movement.

He walked the road from high to low, which naturally refers to martial arts, from high-level martial arts to low-level martial arts, to the bookshelves, all exuding the allure of martial arts.

Shattered Desolate Palm, general-level high-level martial arts......

Annihilation Palm, a general-level high-level martial arts ......

Lingtian Fist, general-level intermediate martial arts......

Splitting mountain legs, general-level intermediate martial arts......

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This selection of martial arts continued until the evening of this day, and on the platform of an ancient bookshelf, Wang Feng finally found the martial arts he felt he liked more.

Da Chiba Hand, a general-level advanced martial arts, specializes in arm strength, making his arm elite like steel, cultivating to the point of Dacheng, enough to punch a boulder, and open a mountain with his hand!