If you don't fight, it doesn't mean admitting defeat, which is even more humiliating.

This is forcing him to a dead end.

"Master, do you want to let the senior brother out of the customs in advance and kill him. ”

Wen Ze made an idea on the side.

He knew very well what Zheng Lun was worried about, and likewise, he was also worried.

Fang Yang was too dazzling, and even the courage to surpass him was being lost, including his rules.

Jealousy turned into anger, anger spread to the ground, and he thought Fang Yang would die immediately.

"No, Wen Yuan is at the juncture of enlightenment, and he is never allowed to disturb. Now that Ye Zihao has obtained the forbidden inheritance, and a demon Fang Yang has emerged, this is only in Chaoyun Jiufeng, what's wrong with this world?"

Instead of worrying about the upcoming battle, Zheng Lun focused his thinking on another pattern.

He saw a thriving scene in Chaoyun Jiufeng, and geniuses emerged like bamboo shoots, which was a magnificent scene that had not been seen for thousands of years.

On the Golden Light Peak, there are two peerless shadows.

A golden armor is tied, outlining a fiery and proud figure, and the golden light is diffuse, like a god.

A purple mist swirled, hazy and gratuitous, independent of the world, like a fairy descending to earth, not stained with dust.

"Rare guest, you still want to come to me. ”

The goddess of war said lightly.

"Why teach him?"

Ziyan's tone was cold.

"It's not about teaching, it's just that this kid is very interesting. ”

The goddess of war smiled.

Purple Smoke turned her head and stared at her, frowning at the beauty of the female god of war.

"You know I hate your eyes. ”

The female god of war was surrounded by golden runes, and the explosion was blazing, and the energy was tumbling, forming an invulnerable barrier.

Those purple eyes became more and more weird, as if they could see through all the vanities of the world and penetrate all the laws.

"I've never understood why the Celestial Maiden of the God of War came to this remote country?"

"I said I came with you, do you believe it?"

The goddess of war took a sip of wine and stared at her with a smirk.

Ziyan frowned: "Follow me?"

"Yes, because I like you, I want to stay with you. ”

The goddess of war suddenly smiled strangely.

"Nonsense. ”

Purple Smoke's face turned black and flew away directly.

Library Library.

There are hidden secret books of exercises collected by Chaoyun Jiufeng for thousands of years, which are as vast as a sea of smoke, and only inner disciples are qualified to read them.

Fang Yang immersed himself here for several days, studying the formation.

Since the last time I saw the white fox perform the formation, I was attracted by that wonderful rhythm.

Suddenly, a whirlwind appeared out of thin air, and the momentum was so great that in just a few breaths, all the shelves around it collapsed, and the books were messy and embarrassed.

"I made it, I made it!"

Fang Yang cheered, after a few days of groping and countless failures, he finally caught that trick and successfully laid out the formation.

"Fuck, whoever knocks the shelf down, see if I don't beat ······ to death"

Someone was knocked down by the shelf, so he was angry, he got up and rolled up his sleeves to settle accounts with the owner, but found that the person opposite was Fang Yang, and he was deflated all of a sudden, and hurriedly closed his mouth and retreated.

Nine of the ten people had been beaten by Fang Yang, and they were all knocked over with one punch, and his strength had made everyone fearful.

Almost instantly, an old man appeared.

His face was full of ravines and wrinkles, his back was still a little hunched, and he had a string of keys hanging from his waist, and he walked with a jingling sound.

This is the director of the library.

Fang Yang recognized him, in his memory, the curator never cared about things, he had been dozing off in his chair, as if he couldn't finish sleeping, but if anyone wanted to secretly take the book away, he could always wake up as soon as possible.

How did he learn that someone else had a magic book hidden in his arms? Could it be that he hadn't slept all this time? This was a question that Fang Yang had never figured out.

Fang Yang was excited, and found that the surroundings were in a mess, and then looked at the old curator's pale face, knowing that he was in trouble.

"I'm sorry, I'll clean up, I'll clean up. ”

Fang Yang hurriedly apologized, but he didn't pay attention, his strength was not controlled, and he directly lifted the bookshelf into the sky.

The huge force of 108,000 catties was not covered, and just as he was about to smash a hole in the sky, the shelf suddenly stopped.

There seemed to be a wonderful power flowing in the air, and in an instant, like the stars, it was extremely dazzling, and a series of complex and intertwined mysteries appeared, and obscure runes were entwined.

This is the formation.

In Fang Yang's awakening and shock, the messy shelves were manipulated and arranged by an invisible force, and even those books flew up, and then landed in their corresponding positions in a neat and orderly manner.

Such a precise formation is definitely not something that ordinary people can arrange.

He glanced at it, and was shocked to find that there was a strange light flickering in the depths of the old curator's eyes, and when the big array stopped, the light disappeared.

Could it be the old curator in front of you?

He suddenly had a glimmer of realization, if this was true, then it would also explain why the old curator was clearly sleeping but could catch the disciple who took the book out without registering at any time.

The old curator looked at him indifferently.

There seemed to be waves in those old eyes, a wild wolf swept over, Fang Yang felt like a flat boat, in the vast sea, in danger of capsizing at any time.

He didn't dare to look at him, because those eyes revealed great terror.

He's seeing me!

Fang Yang was sitting on pins and needles, and the pores of his whole body were extremely uncomfortable, as if he had been invaded by a strange thing, and it was pervasive, enveloping his whole body.

The point is that he can't escape.

In the face of such a strong person, one can't escape, and the other can't escape!

The old man watched for a while, and suddenly his breath calmed down, and the raging sea was calm after all. Turn around, put your hands behind your back, and bend your back.

Call!

Seeing that he didn't say anything and was leaving, Fang Yang couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief.

But before that breath was finished, suddenly his body was pulled by a huge force and walked forward!

He looked up in shock, the source of that huge power was the old curator!

The old man's back was leaning on his body, walking unfast, but every step was implemented, so heavy, as if the strength was transmitted to the depths of the earth and merged with it.

Can't resist, don't want to resist, wonderful rhyme, like the wonderful sound of heaven and earth, hidden elusive avenue.

This made Fang Yang interested all of a sudden.

He couldn't retreat, but he could move forward, but no matter how much he tried to speed up his pace to catch up, he couldn't catch up.

What kind of pace is this, curious, close at hand, but it seems to be far away!

Fang Yang was copying the old man's mysterious footwork, devoting himself to it, as if he had seen a brand new avenue.

From the third floor to the first floor, it was only a few tens of meters away, but he couldn't go to the end, Fang Yang was silent in the other party's mysterious footwork, forgetting this, and when he woke up, he was already hanging high in the moon, and the sky was full of stars.

The doors of the library are closed, and there is no trace of them.

The old man was nowhere to be found, leaving only Fang Yang with a shocked and confused face under the starlight.

Expert!

He bowed respectfully three times to the library before turning to leave.

It is the mysterious footwork taught by the old curator.

At night, there are groups of friends strolling on the ancient road, and suddenly a gust of wind blows, as if seeing a figure, but it is not seen in an instant.

The breeze also turned into a yin wind, and Xiushan also became a ghost, scaring several people to run away.

Fang Yang refined the method in use, figuring out the true way, regardless of the purpose, he just followed his heart, shuttling within the nine peaks.

As a result, the next day, there were haunted rumors in many places in Jiufeng.