"What? Do you think it's expensive? I can tell you, it's not expensive at all!" the old man said earnestly, "Because there are high-level magic circles in those secret rooms, which are extremely beneficial to the cultivation of martial artists, and one day of cultivation inside is worth ten days of cultivation outside!"

"No wonder, how many days can I cultivate with those hundred merit points?"

"One day. ”

"It's only been one day!"

"Yes, a hundred merit points a day. Of course, you can also put in 1,000 merit points at a time, and then you can practice for ten consecutive days. However, if you leave the cultivation room during the period, you will not be able to enter it again, and the merit points will not be refunded to you. You have to be clear about that!

"In addition, each time you occupy the cultivation room, it is a maximum of one hundred days, and when the time comes, you must come out. Of course, it can be renewed for another hundred days after it comes out, although it is only a formality, but it is better to remind you!"

"Understood! Thank you Shao Lao for your advice!" Long Haotian was quite grateful in his heart, this old man took the trouble to explain so many questions for himself.

"You're welcome!" Shao Lao smiled and shook the empty wine jug, "Don't forget to bring more wine in the future." ”

"Well said!" Long Haotian took out another pot of wine and stuffed it into Shao Lao's hand, the old man's eyes were about to pop out, if it weren't for his sloppy appearance and Long Haotian's appearance was too handsome, he really wanted to jump up and hug Long Haotian and kiss him fiercely. This kid is so cute!

"Old Shao, you drink first! In two days, if you want, we can drink a few glasses together! Okay, let's leave today!"

With that, Long Haotian turned around and left.

"This kid, it's a bit interesting!" Shao Lao took another sip of wine, a meaningful smile appeared on his face, and muttered, "I really didn't expect to meet someone from Dragon Bird City in Lingyun City!"

At this moment, a voice sounded in the old man's ear, and someone was talking to him with the technique of sound transmission: "What's the matter? I'll just say that this kid is very interesting!"

"Hey, that's!" Shao Lao lay back lazily again, "Your kid's vision has never been bad!Speaking of which, you haven't had a drink with my old man for a long time!"

"There will be opportunities in the future," the voice said, "I will be free one day, let's have a good drink!"

"Okay!, that's it!" Shao Lao closed his eyes, as if he was starting to nap again, as if nothing had happened just now.

At this moment, a few more disciples passed by the door, and when they saw that this old man, who had always been lazy and lazy, had a strange smile, they all showed a look of surprise on their faces.

At this time, Shao Lao's eyes fell on them again, and these disciples were full of spirits, as if they were controlled by a huge force, they didn't dare to look at them, and hurriedly lowered their heads. But soon, Shao Lao's eyes returned to laziness, and he directly covered his face with the hat, and he would not snore like thunder.

Several disciples breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had been granted amnesty. The coercion of that moment just now made their hearts palpitate.

Long Haotian didn't go directly to the apse, but stayed in the front hall for a while.

He casually took a few martial arts from the bookshelf and read them with the power of spiritual sense. Soon, though, he put it back. These are really some very ordinary techniques, and the grade is also very low, not as good as his eyes at all. He guessed that maybe what those preparatory disciples were cultivating was the martial arts here!

There were quite a few beginners and introductory disciples around, who were originally reading carefully. There was a hint of joy and respect on their faces. But when they saw Long Haotian's disdainful expression, they were all dissatisfied.

"Who is this guy? What arrogant, he has a disgusted expression on his face when he reads the martial arts of the sect!" a disciple muttered.

"Yes, looking at his clothes, he has been a disciple for less than a year!" said another disciple.

In order to distinguish the age of entry, no matter what kind of disciple they are, their robes will be embroidered with the pattern of purple clouds. After being a corresponding disciple for one year, it is a purple cloud. But Long Haotian has only been in the house for less than a year, so his robe is empty. is also a disciple in the room, and many people cast disdainful glances at him.

Long Haotian naturally ignored this group of people, and took another book of martial arts casually. This time it was a little surprising to him, because there were two words written on the booklet, "Cracked".

Opening the booklet, Long Haotian frowned slightly.

"This is "A Thousand Cracks of Shadows"? Why does it feel a little nondescript? There is no artistic conception at all, and it does not show its true essence!"

Although Long Haotian had not yet practiced this technique, his intuition for martial arts made it easy for him to judge that the martial art in front of him had no form. In fact, he had felt this before.

In the previous encounter, Ling Feng, who was a beginner disciple, had cast the "Hundred Cracks", but it was obvious that the realm he had cultivated could not be compared to Han Feng at all. In addition to the difference in the talents of the two, Long Haotian guessed that the most likely thing was that what Ling Feng was referring to might be a copy of the authentic handwriting. Therefore, neither words nor pictures can fully show its true essence.

This is just like his previous cultivation of "Ten Stages of Killing of Yanque", relying on the memory of Long Haotian in this life, and this memory is actually just some of the experience of Yan Huang, and then once he visited the true work, he instantly surpassed Yan Huang who had practiced hard for more than ten years.

"If this Thousand Shadows is really the Purple Cloud Sect's Zhen Sect Peerless Learning, I think it must have been comprehended in the way of the Holy Soul Diagram, right?" Long Haotian muttered to himself, while putting the manuscript back in its place, and walked straight to the apse.

When he came to the apse, he went straight up to the third floor, and immediately attracted the attention of many disciples and even disciples who were studying martial arts on the first and second floors.

"What is this man going to do?" asked one of the disciples who had entered the room and asked the people around him.

"Who knows, he wants to go to the third layer to cultivate after less than a year after becoming a disciple in the room?"

"Eh, why does this person look a little familiar to me, isn't he the young man from the Thousand Flame County who fought with Han Feng that day!" The first disciple seemed to recognize Long Haotian.

"Ahh

"This kid is said to be a bit wicked, let's go and see what he's going to do!"

With that, the two put their martial arts back in place, and then followed curiously. And some of the other disciples also put down their homework at this time and quietly followed behind Long Haotian.

(End of chapter)