There are many schools in the outer courtyard of Shattered Mountain, and the books in the library are also divided according to genres, and there are signs on each shelf, hunting, formation, alchemy, refining tools, and so on. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Erbao's gaze swept carefully across each bookcase, and finally settled on a small round table, on which stood a small wooden board, on which the word immortal art was crookedly engraved.

There are only two books on the table, books of any faction are very common in the cultivation world, and even ordinary people can buy them in bookstores, but immortal art is the most special, there are very few people in the world who can comprehend immortal arts, and even fewer people who have comprehended and written their experiences, all books about immortal arts are treasures of a sect, most of them are from the hands of their own disciples, even so, each sect still does not have many books about immortal arts.

Erbao picked up a copy of "My Life for the Blade" on the table and read it carefully, the book did not focus on the difference between immortal arts and ordinary exercises in each realm, but wrote about some physical transformations, which made Erbao have a strong resonance.

"Wang Ren. A shout suddenly sounded, causing many monks to look sideways, and it was forbidden to make noise in the library, who would have such courage.

"Yo, isn't that Zhang Bing. ”

"Isn't that the new leader of the outer court? ”

"No, I heard that I abused the inner disciple two months ago. ”

"The celebrity in the eyes of the mentor is used to being public, and the system is not followed, and no one will care if it is not too out of line. ”

"It has nothing to do with us, whatever, it's better to have more than one thing. ”

The whispers around Erbao couldn't be heard, he was already completely immersed in the content of the book, and he didn't notice that Zhang Bing was walking towards him menacingly.

"Are you very laid-back, Wang Ren. Zhang Bing arrogantly came in front of Erbao, slapped his palm on the round table, and stared at him with a pair of cold eyes.

Erbao put down the book and raised his head, calmly staring at the young man in front of him, even if he was also a boy, he was also amazed, the young man was very handsome, with big eyes and a high nose bridge, and an angular face, he was too indifferent.

"Are you talking about me?" Erbao asked calmly, giving him an advantage over the cold, expressionless, and death-like aura of his body.

"Wow. Zhang Bing was stunned, his gray eyes, his unwavering expression, he hadn't seen him for two months, Wang Ren completed a new transformation, "Is this what an inner disciple looks like?" ”

Immortal art, it must be immortal art, Zhang Bing's eyes are melting, slowly becoming scorching, there is no Wang Ren's day, he is the leader, and now his opponent is back, although I don't know how Wang Ren got the immortal art, but only in this way is it more in line with his identity as an inner disciple, so that it is more valuable to be defeated by him.

"Inner disciple, you know me. Erbao asked calmly.

"Are you pretending to be with me Wang Ren, we used to bet on who loses and who gets out, and now I take back this sentence, one win or loss cannot be judged by success or failure, we should win two out of three games. ”

"No, three wins in five games, no, no, no, grab eleven. ”

"Yes, it's only fair to grab eleven, I'm waiting for you in class. ”

Zhang Bing trembled and almost went crazy, excited, immersed in the excitement for two months, Wang Ren brought him a stronger challenge, the life of a warrior is boiling blood, this kind of life is more meaningful, an old enemy, this is a man who can be a old enemy for the rest of his life.

"You mean, my name is Wang Ren?" Erbao calmly asked the handsome little guy who was a little crazy in front of him, he seemed to have been in contact with his former self for a while, but it looked like it was difficult to communicate.

"It doesn't matter, Zhang San and Li Si, what do you like to call it, hahaha. Zhang Bing was overly excited, and walked away, the faint silver light on his body flashed, and the raunchy laughter resounded throughout the library, many monks frowned, put down the books in their hands, and hid far away without missing a trace, and a madman actually popped out of the library in broad daylight.

Suddenly, a white shadow swept behind Zhang Bing, pinched his head and pressed him to the ground, the speed was too fast Er Bao only felt a gust of wind, and he didn't see what was going on at all, Zhang Bing was twitching, but his eyes were still looking at Er Bao greedily, grinning, and a giggling laugh sounded in his throat.

"Look for me at the inn. Erbao knew that there was no way to continue talking, Bai Ying must be the administrator of the library, and his strength was not something he could fight against, so he left a sentence and decisively found Wu Wen to leave the library, today he has gained too much news, and he needs to go back and sort it out.

Van der Sar hasn't come back yet, Erbao is not in a hurry, his life story is slowly being revealed, even if it is something very superficial, but gradually clearing the clouds, he will always wait until the moment of dawn.

There is no need to go to the library again, although he has only read one book, but he already has a general understanding of immortal arts, and he can be sure that what he cultivates must be immortal arts.

"My Days for the Blade" roughly explains the author's own changes, every part of his body can instantly become a sharp blade, this is the transformation of his body by immortal arts, and the objects infused by his spiritual power, the edges can also become blades in an instant, the magic of immortal magic fascinates Erbao, and he also wants to try what special he will be.

Zhang Bing was on fire, and the little monk of the nascent realm made a big fuss about the library of the outer courtyard, and this matter spread loudly, and in the end it evolved into Zhang Bing beating the librarian violently, and various versions blew Zhang Bing to the gods, and as a party, he was imprisoned in a small black room and locked up for seven days.

"Found nothing useful message no. Wu Wen kept burping, and his stomach was swollen after eating the two spirit fruits, and he was running around the post station at the moment to digest the energy in his body.

"It's okay, some eyebrows. Erbao leaned in front of the post station, admiring Wu Wen's panting posture, and the sins were all found by himself.

"I didn't eat dinner, I was exhausted. Wu Wen ran around again and collapsed in front of Erbao, unable to run.

"I turned out to be an inner disciple, do you dare to believe it?" Er Baopan sat beside Wu Wen and said calmly.

"The first time I saw you, I knew you were an inner disciple, and I almost didn't scare me at that time. ”

"Am I that scary, do you know how to get to the inner door?" Erbao scratched his head in embarrassment, and the moment he just woke up, even he was startled.

"You want me to take you to the inner door? Spare me, I don't have the courage. ”

"I'm an inner disciple, I can help you carry something. ”

"Forget it, I'll go back to rest, don't count on me, you want to go to the inner door to find a way by yourself. Wu Wen got up and staggered into the courtyard, the inner door, is that a place where the handyman can go, this kind of mistake is enough to make his Wu family raze to the ground.