These words made Feng Yu very big, and he originally wanted to refine his Wind Divine Weapon well.

But I heard Wu Yuanyi say that this divine weapon can't even be taken out. It is conceivable that it is impossible for him to take Suifeng to some big refining sects to refine.

Feng Yu pondered for a long time and asked, "Are there some prosperous towns here?"

Since they had arrived in such a large place as the Eastern Continent, Feng Yu believed that there must be clues to their martial arts lineage here.

He believed that as long as he started looking at those large library cabinets, he would still find some information.

Wu Yuan replied, "Out of this Dongfang Town is the City of the Wind in the Twelve Lights City, if you set off now, you will probably be able to catch up before the evening." ”

Feng Yu thanked him, and then took out a medium-grade spirit stone and put it on the table.

As soon as Wu Yuan wanted to say something, he found that Feng Yu was gone, Feng Yu had already embarked on the road to the City of Wind, and he didn't like to owe favors to others.

He found a beast car, which was a means of transportation in the Eastern Continent. It's fast.

Wind Feather was in the fastest car, and he arrived in the Windy City before dusk.

The walls of the City of the Wind are more than a hundred zhang high, and the walls are slightly mottled, and the traces left by some swords are clearly visible.

You don't need to get close to it, you can feel its simple and heavy momentum. In front of the city gate there is a huge statue carved in the form of a woman.

The woman's face was covered, and there was some desolation, melancholy, and grief in her eyes. For a while, Feng Yu was stupid.

Come to think of it, this is a woman who has cultivated to the world, but why is she so sad?

One of the guards walked over, and he shouted to Feng Yu, "Don't be disrespectful to the goddess!"

Feng Yu came back to his senses at this time, and his mind was still full of images of that woman, he felt.

The woman in the statue, as if he had seen it somewhere.

The moment he stepped through the Windy City, an untouchable sense of pressure came.

He looked at this city wall carefully, and he knew that there must be an extremely strong formation or dao pattern in this city wall.

Otherwise, there would not be such a powerful momentum. In terms of this momentum, this city wall is thousands of times stronger than the protective wall of Dongqin City.

Although the City of the Wind is large, Wind Feather quickly found the Library. He held a miscellaneous book and said to the boss, "Who is that female statue outside the city?"

The boss was surprised, "You're not a local, are you?"

Feng Yu nodded, and said in his heart. If I knew, I wouldn't have asked you, and besides, there are so many books in this library, it's hard to find them.

The boss said proudly, "That's the goddess Xia Xinping." She had manifested in the Windy City. ”

The boss looked like a native, and showed off his knowledge.

From his mouth, Wind Feather knew. In the Second Age, trolls once attacked the City of Twelve Lights, and the goddess manifested her immeasurable true body and killed all the trolls.

Since then, there have been many legends about the goddess in the Twelve Lights City. Some people say that as long as the City of Twelve Lights is in danger, the goddess will manifest.

It is also said that the goddess did not die until she died, but she was in the heavenly realm. The cultivation of the monks in the human world is too low to go up.

Feng Yu asked, "Are there ancient trolls among the trolls that the goddess killed?"

The boss sneered, "In the First Age, the ancient trolls were killed cleanly, how could they still come out and make trouble." ”

"Besides, the Eastern family is as strong as a cloud, no matter how you say it, you won't let the ancient trolls plague the world again. ”

Hearing these words, Feng Yu clenched his fists, and he threw a low-grade spirit stone to the boss, "It's okay for me to stay here for a day, right?"

The boss grabbed the spirit stone and smiled, "No problem, of course no problem." ”

Feng Yu went up to the second floor of the library pavilion, he only looked at some history books and jade slips about before the First Age, and the rest of Feng Yu glanced at it and threw it aside.

This library is surprisingly large, with six floors. Each floor has an area of 100 zhang.

Before I knew it, it was the middle of the night, and Feng Yu had also reached the fourth layer. Behind him, ancient jade books were scattered all over the place.

There is a huge library pavilion, and now Feng Yu is the only one looking for books.

Originally, he wanted to spend some spirit stones and ask others to help him find them. But the Ancient Troll was too shocking.

The owner of the library pavilion was also reluctant to talk about it, saying that this matter was a taboo in the Eastern Continent, and he would die if he touched it.

Therefore, he did not ask for help, but only looked for it alone.

A book, turn a page, throw it out in an instant, a piece of jade slip, the divine sense probes in, and throws it out in an instant.

Feng Yu kept turning books, throwing books, reading jade slips, and throwing jade slips according to this rhythm.

Suddenly, the words "Ancient Documentary" written on the dilapidated book aroused Feng Yu's attention.

But due to inertia, he threw the book out anyway.

The Dao power flowed, and the book spun in the air for a circle before returning to Feng Yu's hand.

He flipped through the book, a few lines tugging at his heartstrings. The ancient trolls intended to cause trouble, hiding in the three treacherous places.

The three deceitful wind feathers know, Suo Lingyuan, Sacred Mountain, and Blackwater Lake.

As for the whereabouts of the martial arts clan, he had seen it in the cabinet of the Academy of Magic.

And he knew that the things left behind by the martial arts lineage were most likely in the Black Water Lake.

These few short lines of information do not have much effect on Wind Feather. He had no choice but to plunge into the pile of books again.

This time, he was reading in all directions, hoping to find all the useful information related to the martial arts.

In this way, he stayed in the library for seven days and seven nights, and even the boss felt that something was abnormal.

This monk is not sick, and he keeps reading. Can reading books be used as cultivation?

He went to advise Feng Yu not to do this. Because in this way, his library was completely disorganized.

But when Feng Yu threw him a handful of spirit stones with one hand, he didn't say a word. Look, you keep watching, and I don't care about you.

There is no one in this world who will have trouble with money, unless he is insane. The boss thought with the spirit stone in his hand.

On the ninth day, Feng Yu had almost flipped through the Library, but he still found nothing.

In the end, after Feng Yu turned the sixth floor upside down, he walked to the boss with heavy steps.

He was holding a map in his hand, and the boss glanced at the map in Feng Yu's hand, and the "North Gate Library Pavilion" was hit in a black circle.

He was a little surprised, looking at the appearance of this master, he felt that this master was going to sweep the library of the Wind City.

The boss followed and shouted, "Childe, look at you." Childe seems to be particularly keen on ancient things. ”

Feng Yu looked back and said, "yes." I have loved ancient epics since I was a child, but those things have always been hard to find, as if they were deliberately hidden. ”

The boss pulled Feng Yu over and whispered, "There are too many secrets buried in ancient times. Now there are powerful people who don't want us to know those secrets. ”

"So there's a lot of stuff that you won't find in our library. Even if you change a library, you still can't find it, you know?"

The boss saw that Feng Yu had given him a lot of spirit stones, so he told him so much.

is the so-called taking people's money to eliminate disasters for others, and he is using people's money to help people solve their worries. This can be regarded as talking about the morality of the rivers and lakes.

Feng Yu wondered, "Then, where can I see those puzzles from time immemorial?"

The boss looked horrified and said, "Be quiet, it's not a joke that this matter was leaked." ”

Feng Yu looked at his nervous look and laughed.

The boss said, "If Gongzi really wants to know the news about that, Gongzi can go to the library of those big sects." They might have some records. ”

Originally, Feng Yu still wanted to go to the next library pavilion, but he didn't expect the library pavilion here to be like this.

It's not as much information as he got in the Little Eastern Continent.

In desperation, he had no choice but to leave. I hadn't eaten or drunk for nine days, and Feng Yu couldn't help it.

He went straight into a small restaurant, ordered dozens of dishes, and began to gobble up.

A young monk next to him looked at Feng Yu's appearance, obviously a little disgusted. One of the friars next to him also frowned and looked at Wind Feather.

Feng Yu naturally noticed their expressions, but Feng Yu was also very depressed, Lao Tzu had a meal, you all looked at me with an unhappy face.

But Feng Yu didn't care, just ate his own food.

Tut-tut, squeak, squeak, clatter, clatter, squeak, This is the whole restaurant people looking at Feng Yu.

A table full of dishes, a chicken can be eaten in just three bites, and the meat on the chicken rack is eaten cleanly.

This chicken-eating technique is beyond even the reach of a weasel. Then there's a plate of beef, click.

Someone directly does not move the chopsticks, and directly grabs the version by hand, which is neat. Eat a plate of beef.

One breath, really just one breath, it's so fast! The group next to him was dumbfounded.

I used to think that I was a foodie, but compared with this master, my foodie level is 108,000 miles different. This is simply the ancestor of foodies.

If they knew that Feng Yu had relied on this mouth in Dongjingyuan, he had eaten all the big restaurants, and he didn't pay the bill.

Wind feathers may be worshiped on the spot. Dare to ask if there is a god of eating in the world! This is a living example, and it is a model for me to eat my generation.

A kick knocked over Feng Yu's table in an instant. Feng Yu was still holding a chicken leg in his hand and eating it calmly.

The monk couldn't hold back any longer, and he came to Wind Feather. Da Da! Two lower grade spirit stones fell, "You get out of me!"

Feng Yu threw away the chicken bones in his hand, and he was angry now. Lao Tzu was chased and killed all the way, and he couldn't even get a good night's sleep.

I slept all day long, and I was in the mood to have a meal today, but I was completely ruined by this kick.

Lao Tzu had a meal and provoked whoever he provoked, and hit me with a spirit stone. Why don't you go to those big restaurants and order a private room?

Show off your wealth in front of me, you are so clever. A smile appeared at the corner of Feng Yu's mouth, and he looked at the young monk calmly.

The mid-stage cultivation of Lingcheng, in the Eastern Continent, is indeed good at this age. No wonder he's so crazy.

Bang bang bang. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen lower-grade spirit stones smashed into the young monk's face.

Someone was sitting on the table and said with a smile, "Hitting people with spirit stones, this feeling is really cool." ”