The day passed quickly, and the Han family's competition platform, under the reflection of the setting sun, was painted with a layer of golden yellow, which looked particularly magnificent.

On the high platform opposite the fighting platform, Han Xiong, the ancestor of the Han family, stood up slowly, with a hint of a smile on his thin face, which made people feel very twisted when they saw it.

"This year's Family Youth Spiritual Power Test has come to an end, and I announce that I have entered the list of the Family Library Pavilion today. ”

"Han Lei, thirteen years old, third-order spiritual warrior, wood fire attribute!"

"Han Xin, twelve-year-old, eighth-order spirit disciple, wood attribute!"

"Han Wei, eleven years old, spirit disciple eighth order, water attribute!"

"Han Jia, ten years old, spirit disciple seventh order, water attribute!"

"Han Lei, ten years old, spirit disciple sixth order, wood attribute!"

Han Xiong slowly finished reading the above names, looked at the position where Han Feng was standing again, looked at Han Feng carefully and kindly, and pondered for a moment. Since Han Xiong's fifth-order cultivation of the Spirit Sect can't see Han Feng's cultivation clearly. With a puzzled face, he asked, "Feng'er, you have had two accidents in a row today, what kind of cultivation are you doing now!"

Han Feng was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly stepped forward and saluted, "Feng'er has seen Grandpa! Feng'er is currently cultivating as an eighth-order spirit disciple!"

In the previous life, although Han Feng belonged to the real genius of the Han family, but for various reasons, he never entered the Han family's library pavilion; Since Ancestor Han Xiong couldn't see his cultivation, and he was indeed a spiritual disciple eighth-order cultivator four days ago, this was an opportunity.

Hearing that Han Feng reported his cultivation and reached the eighth rank of the spirit disciple at the age of eight, everyone's faces showed a trace of awe. And Han Lei's delicate face had a cold smile at this time.

"Due to the accidents in Han Feng's two tests, Han Feng's cultivation is currently allowed to enter the family library to select exercises in order to reach the eighth level of the spirit disciple. Han Xiong suddenly said loudly with a burst of joy.

"There are still three months to go, the annual New Year's festival is coming, and as in previous years, a family competition will be held within the family, and the top three in the competition and younger than fourteen years old will be selected to enter the Canglang Academy to practice. In addition, there are quite generous rewards in this family competition, the first place: will receive a bottle of Pulse Forging Pill with 1,500 taels of gold coins and 30 spirit stones, the second place: a bottle of Pulse Forging Pill with 1,000 taels of gold coins and 20 spirit stones, and the third place: a bottle of Pulse Forging Pill with 1,000 taels of gold coins. ”

As soon as the words fell, the audience suddenly attracted the noisy discussion of countless people in the audience.

In the Dark Moon Continent, spirit stones are the coveted items of spiritual cultivators, mainly divided into low-level spirit stones, middle-level spirit stones, high-grade spirit stones and top-grade spirit stones, each spirit stone contains a very terrifying aura. And the Pulse Forging Pill is a necessary pill for spiritual disciples and spiritual warriors to cultivate.

At this time, Han Lin, the patriarch of the Han family, slowly walked to the side of the stage from the other side of the competition platform, and said to the children of the family on the stage: "If you were named by the ancestor just now, follow me to the library immediately." ”

Han Feng and the other six followed Han Lin through several corridors, and after a while, Han Feng looked up and saw that the gravel path under his feet had come to an end.

Standing on the stone road, Han Feng looked up at the huge attic in front of him, and couldn't help but shake his head in amazement.

On the plaque of the huge attic, there are three rather ancient fonts of "Library Pavilion", and an invisible energy surrounds it.

This pavilion is the most important place of the Han family: the library pavilion! All the spiritual skills and exercises collected by the family over the past hundred years are stored here, and these exercises are the guarantee of the Han family's current status.

As the most important place in the family, this place is extremely heavily defended, and usually the library is only open to the children of the Han family at a certain time! The library is divided into three floors, and from a distance, the entire attic looks extremely grand. Each layer corresponds to a different realm and stores different realm texts.

On the first and second floors, there are low-level and intermediate-level exercises or spiritual skills stored in the human ranks, and generally speaking, those who have cultivated below the spiritual level among the children of the family will choose the appropriate spiritual skills to practice on the first level.

However, for those children of the family with outstanding qualifications, it is in the second layer to select the spiritual skills of the exercises. The third layer stores the exercises and spiritual skills above the spirit level, and there is an extremely mysterious formation arranged at the entrance of the third layer, which can only be accessed with the approval of the head of the Han family or the ancestor, after all, the value of the exercises and spiritual skills above the spirit level is extraordinary.

At this time, Han Lin walked to the door and stretched out his hand to gently press it in the palm-shaped groove on the heavy stone door.

The heavy stone door opened, and Han Feng and the others followed Han Lin into the library pavilion!

After entering the library pavilion, Han Feng found that the library pavilion that seemed to be small on the outside was actually quite large inside, feeling a little empty, the light inside was very dim, and there were a few jade-like beads on the wall, emitting a white light.

Next to the wall are rows of ancient wooden bookshelves, which look shabby and heavy, but they are clean and clean.

In the center of the first floor of the Library Pavilion, there was an old man sitting cross-legged, and the arrival of Han Feng and the others had already alarmed him. His eyelids were slightly raised, a glimmer of light flashed in his cloudy eyes, and he looked carefully at the person who came, and the moment his eyes swept over Han Feng, a trace of doubt flashed in the old man's eyes, and then his eyelids slowly fell, and he closed his eyes again. Like dead wood, he sat quietly, without the slightest life.

Next to the old man, a blood-red three-foot-long ancient sword can be seen vertically inserted there, the tip of the sword is on the ground, the hilt of the sword is pointing to the sky, and the red sword is windless and automatic, exuding a momentum that looks down on the world, full of domineering and arrogant.

When Han Feng saw the ancient sword beside the old man, his whole body trembled involuntarily, his heart was extremely frightened, and he muttered to himself, "It's the Zhantian Sword, how could the Zhantian Sword appear in the Library Pavilion." ”

And the blood-red three-foot-long ancient sword seemed to have discovered something, and suddenly made a "whine" sound, and the whole sword kept shaking. The old man next to him had a very serious expression at this time, looked around vigilantly, and did not find anything unusual.

After a few moments, the ancient sword returned to its previous state.

Han Feng thought secretly: "The old man sitting next to the Zhan Tian Sword has an unfathomable cultivation, it seems that he can't move lightly today." Why is there such a master in the Han family in the previous life who is still exterminated?"

Han Feng couldn't figure it out. Finally, he shook his head and walked towards the second staircase. For the exercises and spiritual skills of the first and second layers, Han Feng was not interested in it at all.

Soon, Han Feng strangely passed through the mysterious formation and came to the third floor! In fact, Han Feng didn't know that there was a formation at the entrance to the third floor of the Library Pavilion.

Han Feng found that the structure of the third floor was exactly the same as that of the first floor. And in the center still sits an old man who looks and dresses the same as the first layer. Han Feng was horrified in his heart, and thought to himself: "This is obviously the soul of the old man on the first layer, and it is the soul of the entity, what kind of person is this old man, and his cultivation is so terrifying!"

Seeing someone coming to the third floor, the old man's eyes suddenly opened, his eyes looked at Han Feng with deep meaning, and said indifferently: "The third layer of martial arts cannot be taught to others, cannot be taken out, can only be watched inside, and must not be deliberately destroyed!"

Han Feng smiled! The old man's eyes closed again.

Compared to the books on the first and second floors, there are only a dozen books in the third floor. Stone grooves were dug into the walls of the attic, and in the center of each stone groove was a book. Underneath the groove is an iron plate, carved with simple and desolate handwriting, on which there is a simple Shao of the classics in the groove.

Han Feng's gaze swept over, and he walked directly towards those grooves, looking at the iron plates one by one.

"Aoki Exercises, Spirit Level Advanced! Only those with wood attributes can read it!"

"Soft water exercises, advanced spiritual level! Only those with water attributes can read it!"

"Flame Technique, Spirit Rank Advanced! Only those with fire attributes can read it!"

"Ruijin Gongfa, the spirit level is advanced! Only those who are metallic can read it!"

"Thick Earth Exercises, Spirit Level Advanced! Only those with earth attributes can read it!"

"Ethereal step, spirit level intermediate!"

...... When Han Feng walked to the last stone groove and the moment his gaze touched the iron plate, Ye Chen's gaze could no longer be taken away.

"According to the sword diagram, the grade is unknown!"

In the stone groove was a leather scroll made of unknown breeds of animal skin, on which a handsome man in white was drawn in the posture of pressing his sword, and Han Feng could feel the entire leather scroll releasing wisps of sword qi.

Han Feng quickly reached out and took out the leather scroll in the stone groove, put it in his hand, and looked at it carefully.

Soon, Han Feng was completely shocked by this leather scroll. In his previous life, in addition to practicing the magic scriptures, Han Feng had always chosen to practice swordsmanship in spiritual skills from beginning to end. Han Feng thought that his swordsmanship had reached its peak. Seeing the posture of pressing the sword in this picture, the posture of pressing the sword without any flaws, Han Feng deeply felt what it means to have someone outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky.

After a few moments, Han Feng completely sank into it. The whole body exudes a cold sword light.

At this moment, the two old men on the first and third floors of the attic of the Library Pavilion both opened their eyes, and a trace of horror flashed in their eyes.