"Space?" The old man was slightly stunned, and asked suspiciously: "What do you want a book on space power?" He looked Ying Chengfeng up and down, his eyes were full of incomprehension, and said: "If the old man is not mistaken, your true qi cultivation is at most the eighth layer of a warrior, and your spiritual power is slightly stronger, but it is much worse than that of an ordinary formal martial artist-level spirit master." It's not a good thing to study space power at this time. ”

The old man's words were still more tactful, if he was present, I was afraid that he would point to Ying Chengfeng's nose and scold him for being so ambitious.

It's just that Ying Chengfeng's heart was suddenly shocked, this old gentleman's own strength is not strong, but his eyesight is too strong.

Not only can I see his true qi cultivation level, but I can also see that his spiritual strength is far beyond Tongji, and even if he is only a little worse than a martial artist-level spirit master, he can say it.

Such a character......

The only feeling at this time is that it turns out that there are too many books, and there are still merits in some aspects.

Coughing lightly, Ying Chengfeng said: "Senior, although the junior is not slack, it is impossible to study any space secret methods, I just want to know the refining method of some space props." ”

This sentence is actually his bottom line, if this old man wants to break the casserole and ask to the end, he will definitely not confide in half a word.

The fewer people who know about the thousand-year-old Blood Bat King, the better, not to mention this old man who has never lived in his life, even if it is the seal that he admires the most, he has never leaked the slightest bit of his mouth.

"Space props, oh, not spiritual weapons. The old man nodded and muttered.

Ying Chengfeng's body trembled slightly, and his heart sank, as the saying goes, if you say too much, you will lose, and this sentence of his still reveals a little content.

It is true that the thousand-year-old manta can be refined into a space bag by mysterious means, but this kind of thing is not a spiritual weapon, but belongs to the category of special instruments.

The old man half-raised his head and muttered as if he was talking to himself: "With your cultivation, you will definitely not be able to obtain too good things, even if you find good things from some special corner by chance, you will not be able to forge them." Well, instead of asking the elders in the family, you have a desire to hide it and don't want people to know about it, and this thing should be something you have the ability to make independently. ”

Ying Chengfeng's body was getting colder and colder, and he only felt that chill was going up from the end of his spine and straight through his brain.

Demon, this is the real demon-level existence.

With just one sentence from him, so many things can be deduced, and they are not in the same way as the facts.

Although in the eyes of Feng Jing and others, Win Chengfeng can be regarded as a demon. But Ying Chengfeng knew that his demon would definitely not be able to compare with the old man in front of him.

This old man once said that whether it was astronomy and geography, spiritual path and martial arts, he could give an answer.

At that time, Ying Chengfeng was still a little dismissive, but at this time he was completely convinced.

The old man didn't care about Ying Chengfeng's shocked gaze, but gently slapped the table and said, "I know what books you want, come with me." ”

Ying Chengfeng hesitated for a moment and said: "Senior, when the parents of the juniors gave the bamboo cards, they once said that the juniors could only stay in the first two rooms of this book, so they didn't dare to leave easily. ”

The old man laughed and said, "With the old man with you, what are you afraid of?"

Ying Chengfeng always shook his head and smiled, but he secretly said in his heart, if someone really finds out, you may be fine, but I will definitely be unlucky.

As if he felt that he couldn't win the wind, the old man shook his head helplessly and said, "Okay, you wait, I'll bring you the book." With that, he turned around and walked towards the inner chamber of the library.

Ying Chengfeng's eyes condensed slightly, watching his figure leave his sight

And it wasn't until this moment that the faint murderous intent hidden in his heart really began to permeate.

Killing machine, this is the aura condensed by a strong killing intent.

This old man is as elf as a ghost and as wise as the sea, and he can find out his intentions from his few words. If he is allowed to leak out, Ying Chengfeng really doesn't know what to do.

The space bag, that is something that is not even sealed, if people know that there is such a piece on his body, I am afraid that it will cause great trouble.

If it were possible, Ying Chengfeng really wanted to bury this secret forever. However, this thought and this wisp of murder were only fleeting.

This is the spiritual pagoda of the Spirit Dao Holy Hall, and the origin of that old man is even more mysterious, but one thing is certain, his old man must have a close connection with a certain top boss here, otherwise he would not dominate the library and no one dares to come.

If such a character suddenly disappears, then the consequences must be quite terrifying.

Ying Chengfeng let out a long sigh, and the expression on his face finally calmed down again after changing a few times.

It's a blessing or a curse, it's a curse that can't be avoided, I just hope the situation doesn't get so bad.

A moment later, the familiar sound of footsteps rang out again.

The old man went and returned, holding two books in his hands. These two books are not big, but they are definitely not small.

Putting the book in front of Ying Chengfeng, the old man said with a smile: "If the old man is not mistaken, these two books should be able to solve your doubts." But ......" he paused and said, "The old man can take out the book, but he can't let you take it away, you can only read it here." ”

Ying Chengfeng stood up, bowed deeply to the ground towards the old man, and said: "It is already an honor for the younger generations to be able to watch here, thank you seniors." ”

The old man waved his hand and said, "You don't have to thank me, the old man is just returning you a favor by doing this." ”

Ying Chengfeng smiled bitterly, and said secretly in his heart, what favor do I have for you, are those two brain teasers really so important to you.

Lowering his head, his gaze swept over the two books, and his heart jumped suddenly.

"Methods of Material Selection and Forging of Low-level Space Props", "Basic Theory of Space Attributes".

These two books are really what he needs the most at the moment, especially the second one, which seems to have nothing to do with forging the thousand-year-old Blood Bat King, but Ying Chengfeng knows that since the Blood Bat King has the ability of space, it will never hurt to know a little bit of knowledge in this area.

At least, when his knowledge system of space is relatively rich, the success rate of forging space bags will be greater.

Zhiling is indeed the most magical life in the world, with incomparably powerful computing power. However, all this computing power is built on a huge and rich database, and if the data is insufficient, it will not have a correct result, even if it is a hundred times more powerful than the computing power.

Picking up two books, Ying Chengfeng silently flipped through them.

This time, because of the presence of outsiders, Ying Chengfeng deliberately reduced his speed when flipping through the pages. But no matter how much he pretends, he can still maintain the normal reading speed of ordinary people.

The old man sat quietly on the side, picked up a book, shook his head and looked at it, as if he didn't pay any attention to the young man next to him.

But in fact, at least half of the old man's energy was invested in Win Chengfeng.

He was quite familiar with the two books he brought, and although it was impossible to memorize them from beginning to end, he could estimate the content of this page as long as he looked at which page Ying Chengfeng roughly turned.

He also did this with some curiosity, wanting to know what good treasure was dragging in the hands of Ying Chengfeng.

This is also human nature, maybe he doesn't mean to plunder, but this curiosity has caused some trouble to Ying Chengfeng.

It's just that to the disappointment of this old man, the speed of Ying Chengfeng's flipping through books has always maintained a steady frequency.

Almost as soon as the time for a normal person to turn a page came, he immediately turned it, even if sometimes it was a little faster, sometimes it was a little slower, there would not be much of a difference.

With such a consistent speed, he has no way to figure out what the real purpose of winning the wind is.

In fact, although there are all kinds of wonderful species in this world, there are not many of them with spatial attribute power, and as the old man said, if you deduct some things that are too high-level, then there are definitely not many types that can be used by Yingchengfeng.

However, Ying Chengfeng was always expressionless when he flipped through it, and even the look in his eyes did not fluctuate at all, even when he flipped through several species guessed by the old man, he flipped through it indifferently.

With such an attitude, it is impossible to judge whether he has ever been interested in this object.

Perhaps, the young man is interested in everything, but not in particular.

After a long time, Ying Chengfeng closed the book, and he closed his eyes slightly, as if he was recalling something.

Finally, he opened his eyes, bowed deeply to the old man, and said, "Thank you seniors for your generous gifts." ”

The old man raised his head, looked away from the book in his hand, and said with a smile: "Found what you wanted?"

"Nope. Ying Chengfeng shook his head slightly, and said: "The junior just flipped through it casually, maybe there was something missing, but he didn't find the answer." ”

In fact, in one of the books, there is indeed a record of the thousand-year-old Blood Bat King, and there is a detailed forging method. Ying Chengfeng just glanced at it, and immediately copied all the things recorded on it.

However, he controlled the whole process quite skillfully.

In particular, the time to turn through these pages was completely modest, and it did not arouse any suspicion from the old man.

To be able to do this, in addition to the strong and good psychological factors, Zhiling's control of time cannot be ignored.

The old man's brows furrowed, and he said, "Impossible, if it is as the old man guessed, what you need should be in these two books." ”