When Ding Mian heard this name, he just felt familiar, but what really moved him slightly was that this man was actually from the Alchemy Pavilion.

Alchemy Pavilion?

Isn't that the vein that Ding Butu once managed?

Anyway, he used to be an elder of the Alchemy Pavilion, and before him, he was the second uncle.

Thinking of this, Ding Mian couldn't help but look at the man a few more times.

"Okay, you're a new disciple, don't wander around if you're fine, why do you want to go."

"Yes, yes, yes."

After the two disciples left, the man who called himself Zeng Jian turned around and said with a smile: "Little brother, don't hide, come out." ”

Ding Mian didn't rush out this time.

Wondering if someone will fall from the tree first?

"Don't look at it, it's you." Zeng Kendo.

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So Ding Mian walked out hard.

The other party looked at him a few times, and said: "The clothes on his body are neither outer disciples nor inner disciples, obviously not from the Shangqing faction, but he has a good fist intent on his body...... What's the matter, are you a spy from another sect? ”

Ding Mian was shocked in his heart.

Judging from the conversation just now, this guy is just a new disciple, and he can actually see that he has a fist intent?

"I was in a hurry to get out and didn't have time to change my clothes." Ding Mian said.

"Oh, that's it, I was sleeping soundly just now, and suddenly a burst of white light flashed, and then you appeared inexplicably, can you explain to me why?" Zeng Jian said lightly.

Ding Mian sighed, thinking that his luck was really bad, didn't he just want to see what the Shangqing faction was like in the past, but he was discovered when he entered the picture scroll of time.

"Okay, come here, I'll explain to you." Ding Mian beckoned.

The other party really came over.

Ding Mian raised his hand and prepared a hand knife to knock him unconscious.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter who you are at all, my origin is not clean anyway."

The man shook his head.

"I can see it."

Ding Mian stopped his movements and nodded.

"Let's go, since we are all here with a purpose, why don't you accompany me to a place?" Zeng Jian said with a smile.

"Where are you going?" Ding Mian wondered.

"The Library Library."

Ding Mian was stunned.

I remember that Ding Butu said in a daze when he was drunk that the place with the most treasures in a sect must be the library pavilion.

Because there is a golden house in the book, and there is Yan Ruyu in the book.

Ding Mian didn't ask what to do there, anyway, he just came to travel, and when the "play" was almost over, he used the time scroll to go to other places, after all, the plaything was demoralized, and it was not good to delay for too long.

So, he followed the mysterious man, stumbling left and right in the middle of the mountain, constantly avoiding the patrolling disciples, and then, a few hours later, came to an attic in the middle of a certain peak.

There were still two people standing at the door of the attic, but the strange thing was that the man surnamed Zeng walked under their noses so generously, and beckoned to Ding Mian, signaling him to hurry up and follow.

Entering the library pavilion, there is a smell of books, there are three floors inside, the size of each layer is about half a basketball court, the entrance takes "the day is a life of water, the earth is six inheritances", which is intended to prevent fire.

The attic is magnificent as a whole, the ancient style is azure, the symmetrical shape of the central axis highlights its steady and rigorous demeanor, and it seems to be the crown belt of ancient Confucianism under the quiet light color, highlighting the scholar's self-clean, elegant and quiet style of study.

The combination of the transparency of the glass curtain walls and the calm building shape makes you feel an indescribable tranquility in your heart.

When he went to the second floor with the man surnamed Zeng, Ding Mian suddenly felt a majestic force, pressing like a huge wave.

Instinctively, he pulled out the pig-killing knife at his waist.

Zeng Jian patted him on the shoulder, signaling him to relax and not to be nervous.

Looking at this momentum, this guy is obviously not the first time to come to the library to "steal books".

That strong pressure came from the third floor.

Three old men dressed in simple robes and white beards were sitting here cross-legged, exuding an extremely yin and evil and terrifying fluctuation that made people shudder.

Ding Mian's face changed greatly, and he held the hand of the pig-killing knife, trembling slightly.

"Your knife is good, but it's a little short of what you want to use against the three of them."

Zeng Jian glanced at Ding Mian and said with a light smile.

Ding Mian didn't say anything, which was a tacit acquiescence.

He reached into his pocket with one hand and pinched the timeless scroll, ready to run away at any moment.

Just kidding, don't you run away and wait for death?

The coercion released by these three old monsters is at least the beginning of the Seven Realms.

Even the Eight Realms are not impossible.

The man surnamed Zeng turned around, pouted and said, "I didn't expect someone to arrive here first." ”

"Who are you?"

One of the old men asked.

The sound was like red thunder, which shook people's whole body and buzzed in their ears.

"Old Soul Eater, do you really not remember me?"

The man surnamed Zeng sneered, and some kind of faint purple light flickered.

The three old men changed color at the same time, and flew up from the ground with a "boom", surrounding the man surnamed Zeng from different directions.

"It's you! You're not dead yet? ”

"This can't be, in the original battle, you obviously ...... with the deity"

The man surnamed Zeng said impatiently: "You flies are not dead, why should I die?" ”

Ding Mian on the side was confused.

Do you still know these guys?

Enemies?

"Little brother, you go to the side for a while, I'll put out the three old kings first, and then we can move as many books here as we want."

Zeng Jian said with a smile.

Ding Mian probably knew that this was a fairy fight, and it probably had nothing to do with himself, not to mention that he wanted to intervene, if he really fought, it would be good if he didn't get hurt by the pond fish.

He turned around without hesitation and ran from the third floor to the second floor in one go.

Still not at ease, I ran from the second floor to the first floor again.

Zeng Jian touched his chin and was amazed, thinking that the young man has a future, this desire to survive is mixed with the Yin and Yang Realm, it must be a long-lived hundred-year-old ......

did not blame Ding Mian for his "lack of righteousness", but faintly appreciated it in his heart, after all, the reckless man is not brave, he can see the gap between the enemy and me, and the thirty-six strategies are the first, this is the behavior of the superior.

Alas, how can I be like myself back then, like a Muggle, I only know how to fight hard with people, and I almost lost my life several times.

After sighing, the man turned around, looked at the three old opponents who surrounded him, as if he were facing a great enemy, and sneered: "The word "ghost does not disperse" is really suitable for you. ”

"Zeng Jian, if you leave quickly now, I will devour the Soul Twelve as if this incident hadn't happened!"

"Or we take what we need and don't interfere with each other!"

The two old men spoke.

Zeng Jian spat on the ground and sneered: "Just with a few of you Tianzun Realm bullshit clones, you dare to threaten Lao Tzu?" Let's wait until you have gathered seven dragon balls, summoned the Divine Dragon, and then resurrected the Soul Eater Ancestor himself before telling me this kind of talk. ”

"Arrogance!"

"Look for death!"

The three old men were furious and pounced on them.

Zeng Jian clenched his fists and said with a smile: "I haven't moved my muscles and bones for a long time, so I just used you to practice my hands." ”

The first floor of the Library Pavilion.

Ding Mian, who was waiting at the door, thought that a few major repairs would fight, at least it would be dark and terrifying, and it was not impossible to even destroy the entire library pavilion, but what he didn't expect was that he only waited for less than a cup of tea, and the man surnamed Zeng walked down.

Unscathed, not even the hairstyle messed up.

Ding Mian's eyes widened.

"Why do you think that you will have to fight for at least three days and three nights, and it will be gone?"

The man surnamed Zeng seemed to guess Ding Mian's thoughts, laughed, and then said something that made Ding Mian's heart beat faster:

"I collect corpses and fight, and I always fight quickly!"