The Yanyue Sect is located in the Penglian Mountains, when the sect is huge, pavilions and pavilions can be seen everywhere, the most central hall in the sect is the largest, built on the floating mountain, is the place where the sect holds.

The reason why the floating mountain is called floating in the air, because this mountain has been floating in the air for many years, quite miraculous, this mountain is wide and pointed, it is conical, the runes are dense all around, the mountains are surrounded, no one can enter without the permission of the master.

The Glaive Sect is huge, and if you want to enter the Glaive Sect, you can only enter from the main gate, and there are prohibitions in other places, even the master of the sect cannot break it.

The Glaive Sect, eight silver pillars more than ten zhang high are neatly arranged, supporting the three characters of the Glaive Sect, all three characters are made of flame stones, and the surface is still burning with raging fire, which will not be extinguished for many years.

In the distant sky, two streamers, one gray and one white, flew and stopped in front of the mountain gate, it was Wang Ziyi and the silver-haired old man.

Wang Ziyi can't fly, and he has been carried upside down by the silver-haired old man, and now he has the feeling of vomiting.

"It's finally here!" "Vomit ......" Wang Ziyi almost threw up at the door of someone's house.

After a while, Wang Ziyi eased up and said to the silver-haired old man: "Old man, you are too unkind!" Wang Ziyi is familiar with the silver-haired old man, and he doesn't call him a senior anymore, plus the silver-haired old man has been torturing him, so the old man already respects him very much.

The silver-haired old man looked like a high-ranking monk, and said earnestly: "You deserve it, who made you disrespect the elderly?"

"You old man, are you still reasonable?"

"It's here, hurry in, where is so much?" the silver-haired old man dragged Wang Ziyi away.

When he arrived, he took out a golden sign and looked at the front, and suddenly the light in front of him flashed, and the silver-haired old man dragged Wang Ziyi in.

"I can't see that prohibition just now?" Wang Ziyi shouted from behind, and the old man Yinda ignored it directly.

"Looks. You seem to be from the Glaive Sect, what are you doing here?" Wang Ziyi asked.

The silver-haired old man finally spoke, "You guessed it, I'm from the Glaive Sect, as for what to do, I don't have to do anything, I have nothing to do here, play chess, chat!

The prince despised it.

Soon. The silver-haired old man took Wang Ziyi to a place where there was a magnificent building with the words "Fa" written in large characters

"What is this place?" the prince wondered.

"Inside is the profound method of this sect, you can go in and take a look!"

"Don't you need to report it, it seems that you have a high status!"

"Old Gao, old Gao, hurry in!" the silver-haired old man looked serious.

In the attic, there are rows and rows of bookshelves, and the shelves are neatly lined with paper books.

Wang Ziyi was surprised, in general, the sect uses jade slips to record things. How is this still a paper book?

"Old man, how come this is all a real book?"

The silver-haired old man smiled, as if he knew what Wang Ziyi wanted to ask, but he just didn't give him a good explanation, "Isn't it a real book? Who will show the fake book?"

"Rub!"

The silver-haired old man's face straightened, and then he said slowly: "Generally, things that are not precious enough will be recorded with jade slips, like these, all of them are the lifeblood of the Glaive Sect, so they are recorded on paper." Those who are not outstanding disciples or who have made great contributions to the sect will not have the opportunity to see these things. ”

"And this is the case?" Wang Ziyi was surprised, and asked again, "Then won't these papers rot?"

"You touch the papers!"

Hear the words. Wang Ziyi walked to the nearest bookshelf, opened the book and touched it.

"This paper is delicate and smooth, as if it is elastic!" Wang Ziyi was surprised.

"The paper is made of golden silk, which will not rot after a long time, and the words on it are written in incense liquid. It's not going to go away!"

Wang Ziyi was shocked, it was really a big sect, this golden silk and incense liquid were incomparably precious things, and they actually used them to record things, it was really a tyrannical thing!

You must know that there are very few demon beasts like golden silkworms. The spit silk can be used to make defensive clothing, which feels like a thin veil and weighs negligibly, and has a high defensive power.

If the armor is made of gold silk, the price is at least between dozens and millions of spirit stones, which can imagine the preciousness of gold silk.

"Old man, the things on it are so high, how can I take them?" Wang Ziyi frowned, this bookshelf can be more than ten meters high, it is not within the reach of ordinary people at all, and this attic is very strange, and the divine sense cannot be released, so I have to read it one by one.

"You don't want to be too ambitious, you have to be down-to-earth, although the supernatural powers above are more powerful!"

"Rub!"

"If you really want the method above, then there is a ladder, move it yourself!" At this time, the silver-haired old man said something that made Wang Ziyi very depressed.

"Why are the conditions of this Glaive Sect so bad?" Wang Ziyi kept cursing there, and even had to carry the ladder by himself when he read a book.

At this time, the silver-haired old man laughed, and Wang Ziyi was puzzled, and he was still carrying a ladder in his hand.

"You're really moving! You're so stupid and cute, do you see the handle next to the bookshelf? After reading a book, just pull it down, and you can see the book on it!haha!" the silver-haired old man laughed with his stomach in his arms.

Wang Ziyi had a black face, and he put the ladder back again, this old man is too improper, yes, whoever has nothing to do for a day to move a ladder here, let him believe it.

Subsequently, Wang Ziyi began to seriously look for books in the attic.

Two hours later, Wang Ziyi's eyes were really spent, he saw that every one of these supernatural powers was extremely powerful, and he really didn't know which one to learn?

"Old man, can you take a few more?"

"No!" the old man's voice was resolute.

Wang Ziyi was disappointed, and began to look for a magical power suitable for him here, at this moment, Wang Ziyi's eyes glanced at random, but he saw something that made his heart beat faster.

If he read it correctly, those three words just now are strong arts.

Wang Ziyi resisted the excitement in his heart, slowly paced over, and took a deep look again, it was really a strong technique, and then looked at the position, the book had been placed at the bottom. And it's the northeast corner, and it seems that the book is not very popular.

Wang Ziyi held his breath and slowly flipped through it, he now finally knew why the book was placed in the corner, because this book of Hercules was still a fragment, but it was just right.

Wang Ziyi discovered. This book of strong spells coincides with the strong spells he got before, and the first few pages have already coincided with the previous ones, and the two books together constitute a complete strong spell.

His heart was beating faster, and Wang Ziyi's palms were sweaty, and his hands holding the vigorous technique were a little blue.

"What are you doing?" At this moment, the silver-haired old man's voice sounded behind Wang Ziyi, startling Wang Ziyi.

"Why are you sneaky, are you stealing books?" the silver-haired old man's eyes kept looking at Wang Ziyi.

"Nope. No, how could I steal books? I'm so powerful, I don't deserve to steal your rotten books!"

"What do you have in your hand, let me see!" The silver-haired old man didn't believe it, and began to pull the book in Wang Ziyi's hand.

"This is a book, what's there to see!" Wang Ziyi was a little apprehensive in his heart, he didn't know if the silver-haired old man also knew the Nine Great Divine Techniques, but he thought of the Nine Great Divine Techniques that he only knew in the Snow Dome Forest. Besides, it was the so-called Qiyi Ancestor who told him that he was a little more at ease. These nine divine arts, the silver-haired old man shouldn't know!

But then seeing the silver-haired old man's expression, Wang Ziyi knew that he was wrong, very wrong.

"Vigor!" the silver-haired old man's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief, and he lost his previous calmness.

"Where did you find it?" asked the silver-haired old man anxiously.

"Is this powerful technique very powerful?" Wang Ziyi still didn't give up, wanting to see if the silver-haired old man really knew.

"You kid. You still want to trick me! Look at the way you just looked, I already know that you must understand what this book means!" Wang Ziyi still didn't hide from the eyes of the silver-haired old man, and was discovered by the silver-haired old man.

"Boy, except for this book, you can find it again here!" the silver-haired old man suddenly said with a solemn expression.

"Hey. You said let me find as many books as I want here, and you won't interfere with me, so why do you regret it now? I want this one, and I don't want anything else. "The prince is in a hurry, and it was not easy to find the remaining remnants of the Powerful Technique, how could he let it slip away?

"You kid tricked me just now, didn't you say you didn't know what it was?Why are you so anxious now?" The silver-haired old man duly exposed Wang Ziyi's disguise.

"Yes, I know, I know what's wrong? Hurry up and give me back the book!"

"Boy, this is really not good, since you all know the importance of this book, then you should be able to understand why I didn't give it to you, right?"

Wang Ziyi is really a little anxious, why is this old man so stubborn? And he is unreasonable.

"Old man, I don't want your copy anymore, can't I copy it again?"

"No!" the old man still decisively refused.

"Rub, you old man is still unreasonable? I can't copy it again! I won't take it away!"

The silver-haired old man looked pensive, and then said, "I can't spread such an important thing casually, what if you leak it out?"

After saying that, the silver-haired old man was a little surprised, and said to himself, "How can such an important thing be put here?"

"Old man, I only need this book, you can look at it! I really only copy it once, and I don't take it away!"

The silver-haired old man pondered for a while and said, "You can go with me to find the sect master! if he asks you to copy, I won't stop you!"

"I ......" Wang Ziyi's eyes widened, the silver-haired old man had a good relationship with him, and he didn't let him copy it, and the sect master who had never met him didn't let it be copied. But Wang Ziyi can't help it, this may be the only way that is not a way at present.

"Okay, let's go!"

......

The silver-haired old man walked towards the floating mountain with Wang Ziyi, and on the way, Wang Ziyi suddenly saw a familiar shadow, which made him stop in his tracks. (To be continued.) )