Walking through the path of the spiritual temple, he came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion by the wind, and he planned to learn some exercises and combat skills.

The Pavilion is a quaint attic building with a total of five floors. There are a large number of cultivation exercises in it, as well as some formations, books such as Dan Dao, and some of the cultivation experiences of the ancients, all of which are included, and it is an important place in the spiritual temple!

The first layer is stored with books that tell what a monk is and how to cultivate, etc., for beginners to enter and practice, but they are not allowed to copy any of the contents, let alone take away books or leak scriptures. Up the second floor, there is a ban on blocking, you need a certain strength and identity to enter, now you can't enter the wind, and he is not ready to go up to the second floor, first understand the basics, you already have a deep swordsmanship, don't be greedy.

The selfless sword technique is an extremely profound exercise!

The door on the first floor of the Scripture Pavilion was always open, and at the door, a sloppy old man with a cloak was lying on a rattan chair, snoring like thunder, and by the moonlight, he even saw a trace of crystal saliva drifting down from the corner of the old man's mouth, and then it was sucked back.

"Is the Spiritual Retreat planning to give up the Scripture Pavilion?"

The corners of Chafeng's mouth twitched violently, but he still bent down and arched his hand towards the old man before entering the Scripture Pavilion.

The area of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is very large, and the first floor is about 300 square meters. Walking into the Scripture Pavilion, the first thing you see at first sight is a row of neat bookshelves, and then you feel the smell of books rushing in front of you. Each row of bookshelves is marked, and all kinds of books have been sorted, and I don't know who took care of it so well, but I believe that Chafeng is definitely not the one at the door.

In the face of so many books, I don't know where to start for a while. I found a book of swordsmanship at random and looked through the candlelight, it was a yellow-level high-grade swordsmanship called Drifting Rain Swordsmanship, and when I practiced it to the fullest, the sword was like a fluttering rain, and it was meticulous and detailed, so that the enemy could not resist.

The martial arts and combat skills are divided into four grades: Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang, with the highest Heavenly Rank and the lowest Yellow Rank.

"This sword is too soft for me!"

Cha Feng just looked at it for a moment and closed the sword book, this Drifting Rain Sword Technique was not suitable for him. His sword is the sword of conscience, and he walks in a strange way, the sword comes out without a trace, and the killing is invisible and invisible.

Zhufeng looked through a few exercises again, mainly swordsmanship, and secondly, he also read a few sword exercises, but he didn't find the exercises that suited him, shook his head, and Chafeng was about to leave. At this moment, Zhufeng suddenly felt a strong hostility, turned his head to look, and saw a man in white standing in the distance, looking at him with hostility in his eyes.

Chasing Feng's brows couldn't help frowning, he really didn't have everything going well!

The man slowly walked in front of Chasing Wind, and a domineering majesty pressed towards Chasing Wind, with a rebellious look on his face. Chafeng looked at him indifferently and did not speak.

"I heard that you rejected the invitation of the Divine Dragon Society?" the man spoke slowly, and the commanding question made Chase Wind's face sink gradually.

"What am I doing, it's not your turn to take care of it, right?" Chafeng looked up at him, and his tone was equally strong.

The man's face changed, obviously not expecting that Chafeng would be so strong. Suddenly, the eyes of the two touched each other, and they looked at each other like that, as if there was electric light in their eyes, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, and then Chafeng only felt a coercion descending on his body, and the spiritual power unconsciously flowed in his body, and the battle was about to break out!

"Do you want to suppress me with cultivation?" The corners of Chafeng's mouth turned up slightly, and the two fingers in the middle of the food were raised together, and the spiritual power was about to move.

"If you two stinky boys mess around again, don't blame the old man for being rude! If you want to fight, roll to another place to fight, don't disturb the old man's purity!"

At this moment, a voice suddenly reached the ears of Chafeng and the man, causing both the man's face to change, the man's coercion dissipated, and Chafeng's fingers were secretly retracted.

"Remember, my name is Liu Wu!

The eyes like poisonous snakes stared at Chafeng tightly for a while, the man's face was cold, and he said coldly, then turned around and left, and walked up to the second floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, leaving Chafeng with a cold back.

"It's the Divine Dragon Society again!" Looking at Liu Wu's back, Chafeng's face gradually turned cold, "Is it really my temper? Then let's see if your claws are strong, or my sword is sharper!"

"Hehe, the kid is not small!"

A palm suddenly landed on Chafeng's shoulder, causing Chafeng's nerves to suddenly tense, and the whole person flashed to the side, and the spiritual power of his body was instantly mobilized.

Turning his head to look, it was the old man at the door who came to him at some point, with long hair scattered, looking at him with a smile, his eyes full of banter.

"Senior!" said respectfully, his spiritual power was secretly calmed down, but the bottom of Chafeng's heart was full of horror, "When did he appear, I didn't even notice it at all! If it was a life and death enemy, I would already be dead! It was really not easy to be able to guard the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion." ”

I can't help but think of the ugly appearance of the old man when he was sleeping with his head up and his legs, and the corners of Chafeng's mouth kept twitching, are people so now? That kind of old man, no one can think of a hidden master, but Chafeng has to admit that he can't see the details of the old man clearly!

"Do you still want to do something to the old man?" The sloppy old man suddenly glared at him, as if he owed him dozens of spirit stones to the wind, his hands on his hips, and he looked like a lesson.

"Don't dare!" he didn't expect that his actions would be seen through by the old man!

The sloppy old man in front of him was so unfathomable! You must know that even the elder at the time of reporting for duty had never seen that he had cultivated himself, but the old man in front of him could see it at a glance! This old man was much stronger than the elder!

The elders of the Spiritual Cultivation Institute are at least above the Transformation Realm, which shows that this old man is at least a master of the Transformation Realm! Thinking of this, Chai Feng became more and more respectful, and in the Transformation Realm of Transforming Spirits, he is not an opponent now!

"Hmph! The kid's attitude is not bad, unlike the kid who just left, relying on his own talent, he forgot what is called etiquette!" As soon as the old man opened his mouth, he said that Liu Wu was useless, and he didn't answer the wind, for fear that the old man would point the finger at him again. "Seeing that you kid is so polite, you can take this book back, and return it to me after reading it!"

The old man took out a book with quaint pages out of nowhere, and threw it directly to Chafeng, as if he was throwing garbage, and his scalp was numb when he saw Chafeng. The books here are all treasured, and anyone who breaks one will be punished!

Chasing the wind showed a look of embarrassment, "Senior, the academy has a rule that beginner disciples are not allowed to borrow the secret books of the exercises!

"The rules of bullshit, this rule is up to me! Also, don't be a senior, just call me Yun Lao, take the book and roll, don't disturb me to sleep!" The old man scolded angrily, and his figure disappeared directly.

Zhufeng was stunned for a moment, looked around, and found that several other disciples on the same floor seemed to be unaware of their conversation with the old man, still reading intently in the faint candlelight. Shaking his head, he looked at the books in his hand full of quaint atmosphere, and walked directly outside in the wind.

When he came to the door, listening to the sloppy old man's thunderous snoring, Chafeng's brows couldn't help frowning, "Is it really the same person?"

"What a weirdo!"

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a wry smile, and he bowed to the old man in the wind before leaving with the book.

When the wind walked away, the snoring gradually subsided, and the old man on the rattan chair suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were like electricity, and the whole night was illuminated! The old man looked in the direction where the wind had left, and muttered: "Blood old man, I hope you are not wrong......

After a while, the old man's eyes closed again, and a thunderous snoring sounded, and a touch of crystal saliva glistened in the moonlight......