When the thirteenth bloody arm was hung from the old tree, everyone was not calm.

It was the time for morning class, but the periphery of the eighteenth courtyard of the C word had long been surrounded by spectators with various purposes.

There is also a moral gentleman who is full of benevolence and righteousness, and even pulled up a banner, hoping that Liu Chen, who is extremely cruel and unconscionable, can give everyone an explanation, although there is no evidence to prove that these broken arms were cut down by Liu Chen, but the hearts of the B-class princelings in the whirlpool are bright, and these fellow disciples who were chopped off are all the people who participated in the brawl in the eighteenth courtyard that day, and they were the most ruthless.

"What are you doing, what are you going to do again?" Liu Chen shook his head and picked his teeth with a bamboo stick, looking at Zhang Lingtian who was standing at the front of the crowd with a disgusted expression, and said with a sneer in his heart and mocked: "You guys are addicted to bullying the small with the big and doing more with less, right?"

"Isn't it you?"

"What is not me, speaking human words!"

"I said, those right hands were cut off by you?" Zhang Lingtian saw Liu Chen appear, and immediately gritted his teeth, several times, he wanted to recklessly make a brazen attack to kill this hateful Liu Chen directly on the spot, but when he thought of Xu Yuyao, who was hiding in the crowd, the murderous aura that was finally brought up was like a frosted eggplant in an instant.

"Yo, what Langya Wei doesn't know, is you just known like this?" Liu Chen spit out the bamboo skewers at the corner of his mouth, raised his head and condescendingly looked at Zhang Lingtian and said: "You can eat stool indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately, it will kill people." ”

Zhang Lingtian was so angry that he trembled, and turned his head to look at Wen Renhao and the others as if asking for help, but he didn't expect that the core disciples of the group of princelings were all old gods, and they had the mentality of watching a good show.

Zhang Lingtian, who asked for help to no avail, took a few steps forward under Liu Chen's vigilant gaze, and roared with a distorted face: "Liu Chen, you must not die well!"

"Let's see who dies first!" Liu Chen sneered, pushed away the 'fragrant' Zhang Lingtian, ignored the crowd, raised his feet and walked in the direction of the academy library.

Last time, I saw Niu San's light skills by the Qujiang Pond, Liu Chen was really envious in his heart, and finally had time, so he deliberately raised his spirit, so he chose a suitable body martial arts book in the library building.

The library building is located in the north corner of Wolongpo, adjacent to the main peak of Bauhinia Mountain, and the academy ancestral hall faces each other from north to south.

Of course, as long as you have the qualifications to enter the library, there is no limit to the number of times you can enter, just like that Beigong Fu, since the Dragon Boat Festival, basically stayed in this library most of the time.

Thousands of years ago, the Holy Ancestor opened the mountain to set up a library, directly hollowed out the belly of the main peak of Bauhinia Mountain, after the book building was built, the nine sages presented all the classics in the world, some people say that the collection of books in the academy has millions of volumes, and some people say that the collection of books in the academy is simply immeasurable, because including the Holy Ancestor, no one has read the collection of books in the academy.

Liu Chen, who has just arrived, was verified by the guards of the library building, with a full shock, walked into the palace-like library building, this building is like a birdcage magnified tens of thousands of times, the stairs that rotate up leaned on the edge of the bookshelves layer by layer, the students sometimes stood still, sometimes selected, although crowded, but it seemed extraordinarily quiet, everyone was naturally immersed in this vast and boundless sea of books, occasionally some senior brothers took down a few old books from a very high place, and quietly went to the corner of the hall, holding a ready-made paper and pen, carefully copied it。

Liu Chen stretched out his hand and stroked the bookshelf beside him, gasping and muttering: "This Beigong Fu still has to finish reading the collection of books in the academy, as far as she reads books, I'm afraid she won't be able to finish reading them in ten lifetimes!"

In the center of the hall of the study building, a sloppy old man was leaning softly on the rattan chair and closing his eyes to recuperate, and a trace of sour smell came from the dirty robe from time to time with the wind, which caused Liu Chen to frown for a while, and looked at the old man for a long time, he determined that this old man was the manager of the library in the mouth of the guard at the door, "hair like a chicken nest, face like a wild monkey, vertical willow eyebrows, beckoning ears, mung bean eyes, toad mouth ......", I have to say that the guard's serious description is quite appropriate.

"Old man!" After hesitating for a while, Liu Chen came to the old man's side, arched his hand and said, "The student is looking for martial arts techniques, and please ask Mr. for guidance!"

"Hmm!" the old man didn't bother to open his eyes, and as soon as he raised his hand, he said leisurely: "Brand?"

Liu Chen understood, and respectfully handed his identity wooden card to his hand, the old man pinched the outline engraved on the brand and touched it, then turned sideways, found a comfortable position and continued to lie down: "C-level Liu Chen, well, freshman, what martial arts do you want?"

"In terms of body. ”

"Body?" The old man's eyelids twitched, and he slowly opened his eyes, not to mention, although the old man looked very sorry, but this pair of small eyes were exceptionally bright, when the pair of mung bean eyes blinked, the decadent descriptions on the old man's body disappeared completely, and in front of Liu Chen, there was some illusion of rejuvenation, "The third layer, the T-shaped frame! Remember, only copying is allowed, not taken away, of course, it is best if you have balls, direct rubbing." ”

Liu Chen stared at the old man inexplicably for a long time, then nodded and arched his hand, followed the spiral ladder in the corner, and slowly walked towards the third floor.

A dazzling array of body martial arts filled the entire T-shaped bookshelf, Liu Chen frowned and looked at it for a long time, and found that some of the classics were seriously worn, and some of the classics were completely the same as new, but he didn't know much and couldn't tell what was what, let alone rubbing.

Speaking of this martial arts classic, Liu Chen's heart is almost collapsed, those martial arts minds left by the sages, reading is more profound than the Holy Ancestor Sutra, perhaps because the Holy Ancestor was born as a scholar, since he began to preach, the nine saints and below, are both civil and military, and the preachers who are specifically responsible for recording martial arts moves, in order to cater to the preferences of the Holy Ancestor, every time those moves are recorded like a splendid chapter, and the whole article is what is also a variety of metaphors, as if the Holy Ancestor praised a good literary style, it is more important than the martial arts itself, the original listening to the mountain scripture made Liu Chen suffer a big loss, if there is no guidance from Liu Shayun, with the little ink in his own stomach, if he wants to succeed in refining qi, he can't do it in the year of the monkey.

Everyone in the world knows that the more jerky and difficult the martial arts method, the more powerful it is, as if chewing words has become the best means for those preachers to show their qualifications.

There is also that projectile, which is also a big pain in Liu Chen's feet, since Chen Sheng's preaching, he has made Yuan Qi pinch a lot of pills and distribute them to Liu Chen and Wu Tong, for cultivators, this projectile can be used for many purposes, transmit information, record things, but in Liu Chen's hands, this pill can only be crushed for help, I don't know a few big characters, what is the record?

"When Lao Tzu becomes a saint in the future, he will have to drag all these sour shows out and cut them down and feed them to the dogs!" Liu Chen stood on the edge of this bookshelf for half an hour, his face a little cloudy.