Cao Jin stuffed the package in his hand into Chen Zheng's hand, and said urgently: "I'm all ready for you, there is a road guide here, and there is a task bamboo slip." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info You leave the sect under the pretext of doing a task, go to the Great Departure Dynasty, go to Youzhou, you can go anywhere, and if your strength does not reach the tenth layer of the day after tomorrow, don't come back. ”

"What are you doing in a daze, let's go! Someone must be informing at this time!"

Chen Zheng was holding a sulk in his heart, and his face turned red. When he returned to Yinfeng Mountain, before his ass could sit firmly, he was about to be driven out of Yinfeng Mountain like a lost dog, which really made him feel aggrieved.

"Okay, I'll leave at once! Today's shame will be paid back tenfold tomorrow!"

Chen Zheng let out a low roar and walked out of the bamboo house.

"What a big breath, I don't think you want to go anywhere!"

As soon as he went out, he bumped into a black-clothed disciple head-on, who had a sneer on his face and a mocking look in his eyes. "You have no future, today is your death!"

This black-clothed disciple got the news of Chen Zheng's return, and without waiting to inform his companion, he blocked Chen Zheng at the door alone.

"Kill!"

As soon as the black-clothed disciple's voice fell, he quickly drew his knife and took a step forward, with a faint blood-colored color, with a tragic and decisive momentum, he slashed at the black-clothed disciple.

"You are looking for death, I will fulfill you!"

The black-clothed disciple reacted faster, the sword light slashed, and he turned his hand and slashed out with one palm, and the palm strength brought the sound of whirring wind, directly facing the weeping blood knife that was slashing.

"Fight!"

When Cao Jin saw the black-clothed disciple appear, he sighed in his heart and secretly screamed Da Miao. Seeing that Chen Zheng didn't say a word, he cut with a knife, gritted his teeth and stomped his feet: "Fight!"

A dreamlike aura overflowed from his body, his body was like a phantom, and he suddenly disappeared from the spot, and a sharp and terrifying aura pierced the back of the black-clothed disciple.

"Suffered, I forgot that there is another person!" Sensing a sharp breath coming from his back, the black-clothed disciple's face changed slightly, and this breath made him feel a breath of death, especially Cao Jin's figure seemed to be illusory, which made him unpredictable for a while.

"Poof!"

The weeping knife in Chen Zheng's hand smeared with blood, and a stream of bloody arrows erupted from the neck of the black-clothed disciple. "Idiot, dare to be distracted at this time, if you don't die, who will die!" After speaking, he raised his thumb at Cao Jin and praised: "Cao Fat has a hand!"

"Lao Tzu not only has one hand, but also several hands!" Cao Jin's smug illusion figure, seeing the black-clothed disciple who fell to the ground, suddenly put away his smug look: "What are you still rubbing, hurry up, are you still afraid that there will not be enough people coming?"

Chen Zheng also felt that the situation was serious, and Fei Wuji's subordinates did not hesitate to block the door in person in order to kill themselves. Chen Zheng clasped his fists and said to Cao Jin: "Brother Cao's kindness, Chen remembers it. Mountains and rivers meet, and there will be a period later!"

"Brother Chen, take care, there will be a period later!"

Seeing Chen Zheng walk away, Cao Jin looked at the corpse of the black-clothed disciple, frowned, dragged him into Chen Zheng's bamboo house, and left in a hurry.

As soon as he got down the Yinfeng Mountain, Chen Zheng remembered that he still had 200 merit points that had not been exchanged, so he turned directly to the Hall of Merit, just throwing off the chasing soldiers behind him.

There is a scripture building next to the Hall of Merit, which stores many exercises and secrets, which are specially exchanged by inner and outer disciples. Knowing that Fei Wuji's subordinates would not let him go, Chen Zheng flew and swept away, and went straight to the Jiupan Mountain and entered the Tibetan Scripture Building.

"Stop, the scripture building is heavy, no trespassing!" a law enforcement disciple stopped Chen Zheng, who was about to break into the building.

"Outer disciple Chen Zheng, come to exchange martial arts!"

As Chen Zheng spoke, he took out a copy of the card, and the law enforcement disciple checked that it was correct, and then let him in.

There are three floors in the scripture building, the first floor is the registration building, and the exercises and martial arts are placed on the second and third floors. The second floor is the martial arts building, and the third floor is the exercise building. Chen Zheng didn't stop and went straight to the second floor. An old man in his fifties, dressed in a black brocade robe, sat cross-legged at the top of the stairs.

Chen Zheng walked up the stairs to the second floor, and suddenly saw the old man, and hurriedly bowed and saluted, "Outer disciple Chen Zheng, meet the elder!"

The brocade robe is the symbol of the innate disciples of the inner gate, and the black color represents the strength of breaking into the sixth layer of the Ice Hell. This is a congenital master, Chen Zheng didn't dare to slack off, and immediately bowed down and stood in front of the old man.

"You are not allowed to go out of the building with exercises and martial arts without permission, and after you choose it, take a bookmark to the first floor to register!"

"Disciple obeys!"

Bowing to the old man, Chen Zheng walked directly to the rows of bookshelves. There are hundreds of martial arts collected here, cataloged into books, placed on the shelves, and each book is marked with a bookmark. Chen Zheng kept looking and inspecting, he only had two hundred merits, and he didn't know if he could exchange two martial arts. After a pillar of incense, Chen Zheng suddenly registered two books on the first floor, and then went to the second floor to report to the old man.

"Ghost claw hand, ghost nowhere to be seen. ”

The old man looked at the two martial arts, nodded at Chen Zheng, and said, "These two martial arts are not of high level, and they are suitable for your current cultivation." There is no strong or weak martial arts, only people are strong and weak. ”

"Disciple understands!" Chen Zheng said.

"It's good if you understand, sit down, I'll explain these two martial arts to you!" This old man guards the Tibetan Scripture Building, and has another layer of identity, that is, as an elder who transmits martial arts, explaining martial arts to outer disciples.

Although this place is also open to inner disciples, as innate masters, inner disciples are already qualified to enter the Tibetan Scripture Hall at the core of the Huangquan Demon Sect, and the martial arts included there have the minimum requirements for genius cultivation, which is dozens or hundreds of times stronger than here.

Chen Zheng didn't want to understand much about the two martial arts, he just wanted to quickly memorize them all, and then bid farewell to the Elder Chuan Gong, and rushed directly towards the direction of Nai He Bridge.

This is the second time he has passed the Nai He Bridge, listening to the rumbling sound of rushing water under his feet, Chen Zheng's mentality is very different. In the last assessment, walking on the Nai He Bridge, he was cautious step by step. Now, the cultivation has made great progress, but it has not caused a fantasy, and it has successfully walked to the other side.

There was a white mist in front of him, surrounding the entire mountain, and the three disciples wearing dark linen clothes were standing quietly by the bridge, and when they saw Chen Zheng walking down from the bridge, they all stepped forward and surrounded him.

"Hehe, as expected by Senior Brother Hao, he was really blocked by us!"

"Hurry up and inform the people stationed at the foot of the mountain......"

Before this person's voice fell, he was stopped by his companions: "You are stupid, there is only one person, whose credit will be credited then?"

"That's it, that's it, just a gray-clothed disciple, we are enough to cook. ”

The three people in front of him, Chen Zheng all knew each other, and they were all Xuanyi disciples of the Black Bamboo Courtyard in the outer gate. One of them is called Liu Shanquan, and the white bone skill he cultivates is evolved from the white bone yin wind trick, and he is good at making a ghost head big knife, and the ghost slashing knife method is fierce and exquisite, and his cultivation is not weak, and he is already the fourth layer of the day after tomorrow.

The other two are Lu Song, and the dead ghost Lu Bai are cousins. A Qi Shubao, who makes a dagger, likes to sneak attack from behind.

Chen Zheng faced Liu Shanquan, Lu Song, and Qi Shubao joined forces, and the odds of winning would not exceed forty percent. At this moment, he secretly mentioned his true qi, and the white bone true qi was bubbling and flowing, concentrating on the three of them.