On the second floor of Taixuan Pavilion, there are obviously fewer bookshelves, and the bamboo slips on the bookshelves are naturally the same.

These bamboo slips on the second floor are the due heritage of an ancient family. Even if the children of the clan come to see the enlightenment, they need a certain contribution or a specific reward.

Now, Wu Ziling can ignore the rules and enter and exit freely without any restrictions. To be honest, his heart is also a little empty, as if he is trapped in an abyss and does not touch the ground. This feeling made him very unhappy!

Wu Ziling felt that the development of things seemed to be out of his control!

He was a little distracted, thinking about what had happened in the past few days. Walking casually to a bookshelf, before picking up the bamboo slips, the first thing I smelled was a faint wood fragrance, which was refreshing.

This is a bookshelf made of thousand-year-old agarwood, which has the effect of calming the mind.

When he was on earth, Wu Ziling had also seen a thousand-year-old agarwood, but it definitely belonged to a list of rare treasures.

Now the bookshelves are full of thousand-year-old agarwood, and such extravagance really surprised Wu Ziling, gathered his mind, and no longer thought nonsense.

"Soul Enhancement"

A roll of emerald green bamboo slips filled with the breath of vast life was picked up by Wu Ziling and clenched in his hand.

He wanted to see if the recipes written in the bamboo slips on the second layer were different.

A figure floated in front of Wu Ziling, and pointed into a sword, and two cyan sword qi came out of his fingers, shooting at the front and back wrists of Wu Ziling's right hand.

"Hiss......"

Wu Ziling's wrist was suddenly stabbed by two steel needles, and he felt a heartache, and he couldn't help but gasp in pain, and suddenly, he couldn't muster any strength to hold this bamboo slip.

His hand trembled, and the bamboo slip in his hand slipped down.

The man casually waved his hand and caught the bamboo slip.

"You, go down! Tie your hands and feet to the side hall, please be punished!" the man turned around and returned the bamboo slip he had caught back to its original position, and ordered indifferently, his voice was very calm, quite ancient and modern.

"Why?" Wu Ziling rubbed his wrist lightly, and the pain of the needle prick made him grin and ask.

"Huh?" the man thought he had finished commanding, but turned around and wanted to leave to continue his enlightenment. But unexpectedly, after this ant-like character was punished a little, he dared to ask him why?

A wide slap came towards him, without using spiritual power, but it made people feel like they couldn't dodge, and the air was a little stagnant.

This person has never met him, and he is not very old, but he has relied on his cultivation to be profound, and he has repeatedly targeted himself for no reason.

Rao is Wu Ziling's young man is steady, and at this moment, a trace of annoyance flashed in his deep eyes.

It's too much of a deception!

Wu Ziling sighed deeply, and the spiritual power of his whole body gushed out like a spring. Raising his hand, he pointed forward, and in an instant a fiery flame erupted between his fingers, striking the irritating palm.

The flames were like an orange-red cocoon of light, and the flames coiled around it like a fire dragon, and the temperature around them rose accordingly.

"Sizzle"

A light smoke wafted up, accompanied by a slight pungent smell of burning, very unpleasant.

A slender fiery red finger, like an optimus pillar, pressed against the center of the wide palm.

To be exact, it resisted, resisted stubbornly, and did not advance an inch.

Under the full blow of Wu Ziling's "Burning Sun Finger", the young man's face changed slightly. He looked at his palm that was so stubbornly resisted, and even had a slight smell of burnt?

This really made him angry.

He was angry not because he slapped himself and suffered a loss, so he lost face.

Although his realm is quite high, after all, he is still flesh and blood, and he has some advantages, how can he completely ignore the power of the Dao Law.

What made him even more incomprehensible was how a little guy with a fourth-layer of qi induction could realize the flawless Flame Yang Finger?

Could it be that the geniuses of this world will all spring up like mushrooms after his brother "Xiao Wu Hou" leaves inexplicably, shining on this land?

Unwilling, angry, confused......

For a moment, the young man's thoughts were chaotic, his eyes were a little scattered, and he stood blankly, motionless except for the pair of eyes that were fluctuating from side to side.

Wu Ziling obviously noticed this as well, and slowly took two steps back, quietly looking at the person in front of him who had annoyed him before.

The Ming and Qing dynasties are beautiful, jade and metallographic, but there is a style of talent.

He didn't understand that Fang Cai was still so domineering, but the loss after a random blow would have such a big emotional swing.

Originally, among the onlookers downstairs, some of them could go up to the second floor of Taixuan.

They never missed the scene of Wu Ziling pointing against the young man, and when they saw the man's confused state, everyone couldn't help but sigh, and more of a choke.

8 The old ancestor also came here, the old man's face was expressionless, and his shriveled lips murmured: "The path of the road is not clear, what is the meaning of persistence?

The sound was like a tide, rippling in the second layer of Taixuan, and everyone was like an enlightenment, and their minds were guarded.

There was only one person, but he made a bright smile.

"Ha, haha...... Hahahaha......"

A loud laugh from weak to strong, arrogant and uninhibited suddenly sounded, he kept sneering, disdainful and awe-inspiring, the laughter was so harsh and uncomfortable.

The momentum of the whole body was no longer constricted, and the battle intent released was like the overturning of the sky and the sea, suffocating and stunning, and the huge aura rushed out of the Taixuan Pavilion and condensed in the sky above the Taixuan Pavilion.

An even greater aura was released from his body, a sign that he was about to break through.

There are gradually dark clouds condensing in the sky above Taixuan Pavilion, and the black clouds are crossing, and the black clouds have a trace of Yin Hong, like a grimace, no matter how you look at it, it is not normal.

The sound of wild laughter never stopped, and the sound gradually expanded, and there was a momentum that gradually overwhelmed the Dao sound of the 8 Ancestors.

"Haha...... Oh, keep to your heart, it's really a nice word, but it's just afraid of death, thank you for the mention of 8 ancestors, so that the younger generation has an epiphany"