Xia Guang quickly flipped through the exercises.

After the popularization of Professor Hong, the cultivation of the immortal world, and his own knowledge, no matter what the power system is based on, he can quickly integrate it.

If the battle is between him and the Great Heavenly Dao, there is no need to compare, because he will win.

But the task now is to win Hamdo.

And this is a test of the ability of the apprentice, as well as the apprentice's own talent and qualifications.

After reading the bottom copy of "Eighteen Styles of Smashing the Pot", he opened a copy of "Flying Saucer Outside the Sky".

The other disciples all held a book and studied it carefully, sometimes closing their eyes and pondering, sometimes turning their palms over, and making two gestures, as if they were comprehending.

is even more crazy, with a face sometimes joyful and sometimes sad, as if facing an invisible enemy.

However, the head of the Xianshan faction held a stack of exercises and quickly flipped through them.

He's staggeringly fast.

The male and female disciples of the Xianshan Sect's Scripture Pavilion couldn't help but turn their heads to look at it.

Naturally, they don't think that their own teaching is grandstanding.

The realm of the master itself is already extremely high, and he must be doing some profound and complicated operation.

The eyes of the disciples couldn't help but show admiration.

Xia Guang flipped through the books, and after each one was finished, an impression would be formed in his mind, and combined with his previous experience, he gradually understood that this underlying exercise was skill.

Layers of skill.

Whether it is the eighteen-way smashing pot, the flying saucer outside the sky, or the seven-star scoop punching knife, Raphael's double-pronged technique, the knife flow of the cow, the butcher's frenzied battle of thirty-eight thousand ninety-two styles...

It's all about the importance of craftsmanship.

It contains the true meaning of the way of salty and sweet.

But this is still the realm of mortals.

Three hours later.

Xia Guang has already mastered the skills and the use of weapons in this world.

He closed his eyes and pondered.

He began to climb the stairs.

He was going to the second floor of the Scripture Pavilion.

There are a lot fewer students on the second floor, and the window seat is only one-third, and the ratio of men and women is normal, which shows that there is no violation of girls' rights, and there is no inequality between men and women.

When the head coach came, no one looked up, and everyone was immersed in their own world.

These disciples were obviously very different from the disciples on the first floor.

This alone can be seen.

Xia Guang walked to a place where the sky was slanting, and as soon as his eyes lit up, he pulled out a book of exercises called "Nine Yin, Nine Yang, Nine Heavens and Nine Earths Innate Immortal Treasure".

Xia Guang was still shocked that exercises with such a name were placed on the second layer at random and allowed for others to refer to.

If it is changed to the Great Zhou, if such exercises are thrown on the rivers and lakes, I am afraid that it will set off a bloody storm, right?

He remembered that when he was young, the Nine Yin Evil Sutra and the Nine Yang Xuangong were among the eight great miracles of the rivers and lakes.

Opened the first page of this exercise.

His eyes lit up again.

Obviously, this exercise is not unworthy of its name.

Flipping through it quickly, Xia Guang unconsciously forgot the time, and he suddenly had a feeling that all the fragmentary martial arts he had previously learned in Da Zhou.

I didn't realize that I had turned to the end of the chapter.

He only felt that a burst of heat gushed up from the Yongquan Acupoint, impacting the dantian, and continued to surge up in the dantian, entering the Mud Pill Palace, which made a warm feeling all over his body.

Although this is the feeling of the body of this person named Xia Xian, it can also be seen that this exercise is powerful.

Look at the time, twilight has arrived.

Outside the window, the red and leaves are yellowed and show some ancient meanings, giving people a sense of tranquility and peace.

At this time, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion began to have disciples leaving one after another.

After dark, it is to be closed.

Xia Guang picked out another book called "On the Yin and Yang Attributes of True Qi and Three Hundred Cases of Actual Combat", and quickly flipped through it.

What is said in this book is also the power of the normal world.

Closing his eyes and pondering, he understood the power realm of the middle-level book collection.

The first layer is craftsmanship.

The second layer, internal forces.

And what about the third layer?

The third layer should be able to reveal the true power of this world, at least it should be a beginner.

But even so, just by taking a glimpse of it, Xia Guang could judge that the power of this world was very powerful, far stronger than the original Great Zhou.

What was regarded as a divine skill in the Great Zhou was only placed on the second floor at random here, allowing the disciples to watch, and from this, the contrast between the strengths and weaknesses of the two worlds can be seen.

It was nearly dark.

The clouds were like iron ash, gilded only with a thin gold on the edges.

Xia Guang suddenly heard the sound of a man and woman talking in his ears.

"Xu Lan, I... I want to invite you out for an all-salty feast, would you like to come?"

It was a teenager's voice, "Maybe you and I can improve our understanding of the way of salt." ”

But the girl chuckled: "I'm really sorry, it's just that I want to think about the shortcomings in my cultivation recently, and I don't want to leave the Xianshan Sect." ”

"It's okay, I can wait until you're willing to leave. ”

"Actually, I can understand your heart for me, but you and I don't have the same taste, for example, when I eat tofu brain, I will add two spoonfuls of salt, but you will only add one spoonful. ”

"I can change it. ”

"It's useless, when I drink tea, I like to add two handfuls, but you don't want to add them, obviously your understanding of the salty way is not enough. You're such a big person, but you haven't been able to appreciate the ubiquity of salt, and I really don't think about you. ”

"I... I can change it too. ”

"It's useless, Aotian, you don't understand, these things are something you should have understood by yourself a long time ago, and you don't need someone to mention it. What others mention is not comprehension... What you didn't realize on your own, it's not yours after all. ”

"Xu Lan, I can change it, I..."

"Long Aotian, do you know or not, you are a waste! You are really useless! I have waited for you for three years, but you have nothing!"

"Xu Lan, it's not like you think, I..."

But the girl had paid no attention to him.

The boy dragged his heavy steps, like a prisoner who had been shackled and sentenced to death, and walked out the door into the night.

Xia Guang was also ready to leave.

Suddenly, a shadow on the opposite side turned around at the same time and ushered in.

The girl has a plump body, a beautiful face, a white dress, revealing a broken calf, and at the bottom, she is wearing a pair of blue white shoes.

"Palm... Zhangjiao, I am an elite disciple of the 288th generation of the sect, Xu Lan, can I ask you some questions about the exercises?"

The girl was a little nervous.

Teaching and learning are mutually beneficial, and Xia Guang naturally will not refuse.

Xu Lan said: "However, there are many questions I want to ask, and if I am free tonight, I would like to invite you out and talk while eating." ”

Xia Guang was stunned: "Didn't you just tell the young man that you wanted to think quietly and don't want to leave the sect?"

This female disciple didn't expect that the conversation she had just had just been heard, her face suddenly turned a little red, and she said: "Of course the head of the sect is different from him, if you are willing to give advice, Xu Lan is willing to go anywhere..."

She looked coquettish, her pretty face was slightly red, and she had the look of a little daughter's family.

Xia Guang looked at it and knew what she thought, if he agreed, he was afraid that this girl would be able to let him embrace him tonight, but he was not interested.

Seeing that the master refused, Xu Lan showed some disappointment in his eyes, and then left in a hurry.

The door to the Pavilion was closing.

After Xia Guang said goodbye to the disciple guarding the door, he walked into the darkness.

As he passed through the grove, he suddenly heard the low roar of a young man, his voice filled with great anger and grief.

It was accompanied by the sound of fists smashing trees.

Xia Guang's vision was excellent, and when he looked sideways, he saw that it was the young man named Long Aotian before.

His mind moved, and he walked over.

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