Chapter 37: Level 3 Yellow, Rainfall and Flying Flowers
If it is an enemy weaker than yourself, you can certainly crush it with this. But if you encounter a strong opponent, the shortcomings of lack of attack methods and insufficient tricks will be greatly magnified.
So Chen Feng knew very well that he must practice another martial art to make up for his lack of offensive means.
The Outer Sect Competition is coming soon, and now every ounce of strength is crucial to him.
Moreover, it is time to return the Mahamudra of Light.
According to the precepts of the Qianyuan Sect, the selected martial arts secret books can only be borrowed for one month and must be returned after one month.
The consequences of violating this commandment are even more serious than killing people within the sect.
In the eyes of the sect, martial arts secrets are much more important than those of ordinary outer sect disciples.
When Chen Feng came to the Martial Arts Pavilion, the old man responsible for guarding the Martial Arts Pavilion was still drinking. It seemed like every time he came, he was doing the same thing, drinking.
Chen Feng walked up to her and saluted respectfully, "Disciple has seen the Grand Master and his great uncle."
"It's such a long list. It's not troublesome for you to shout." Just me, Old Wu." The Supreme Elder rolled his eyes and snorted coldly.
"Yes, Old Chen." Of course Chen Feng did not dare to call him Old Chen.
"You are quite a good boy. What are you doing here?" Mr. Chen said with a smile.
"This disciple is here to return the martial arts secret book that he borrowed before. At the same time, he also wants to borrow another one with a higher level."
Chen Feng said respectfully.
Mr. Chen looked him up and down and was a little surprised, "It's good to reach the sixth level so quickly."
"Mr. Chen, you are ridiculous." Chen Feng said modestly.
Mr. Chen's inner shock was not revealed, but he never thought about it because everyone knew that Chen Feng was Yan Qingyu's disciple.
And Yan Qingyu, who was born out of nowhere and was extremely talented, really left a deep impression on them
What can Yan Qingyu's disciples achieve? To such extent, they were not surprised.
In their opinion, it is impossible to surpass Yan Qingyu.
"Go up and borrow it, but there is no need to return it."
Mr. Chen winked at him, a bit like an old naughty boy, "Why don't I remember you are here?" I have borrowed secret books from the Martial Arts Pavilion, but I don’t have any borrowing records here.”
Chen Feng felt clear in his heart, knowing that Mr. Chen was taking care of him.
The Bright Mahamudra is a treasure that can be mined endlessly. There are still many secrets in it that he has not yet discovered, so it would be great not to return them.
He quickly smiled and said, "Mr. Chen, when you said this, the disciple remembered it. Maybe the disciple remembered it wrong. This is indeed the first time for the disciple to come to the Martial Arts Pavilion."
"Boys can be taught"
Mr. Chen nodded and laughed.
He waved his hand, "Go in, you can go straightConnect the third layer. ”
Chen Feng thanked him and entered the martial arts pavilion.
This time, he easily broke through the air barrier leading to the second floor, and the air barrier leading to the third floor. He only lasted less than ten breaths under his powerful Qi.
Although Chen Feng had not reached the seventh level at this time, his Qi was pure and majestic, with high quality and quantity. It was also bigger, far larger than the average seventh-level acquired warrior.
After going up to the third floor, Chen Feng found that the third floor was much smaller than the first and second floors. There were only a few bookshelves, which looked like secret books. The number does not exceed one hundred copies.
Think about it. How precious is the third-grade yellow-level martial arts technique? If such a book of third-grade yellow-level martial arts techniques appeared in the outside world, major families would compete for it. It caused a bloody storm.
Of course, the number will not be too much.
Based on the experience last time, Chen Feng carefully knocked on the corners of each bookshelf. Once again, he wanted to see if there was any sandwich or something.
After half an hour, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled bitterly.
"Sure enough, that's it. For good things, once is enough. I still wanted to take advantage of it, but I was a little greedy. ”
Chen Feng said to himself.
He searched everywhere in vain, so he gave up the idea and began to patiently search the bookshelf for something suitable for him. .
Outside the Martial Arts Pavilion, Mr. Chen opened his eyes and said with a smile, "This little guy is really interesting. ”
Chen Feng searched for almost an hour and read through almost all the martial arts secret books.
Finally, he selected a yellow-level third-grade martial skill.
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"Yuluo Feihua Sword Technique"
The Yu Luo Feihua Sword Technique, the sword moves lightly and extremely quickly. The sword energy is condensed into the shape of falling flowers, which is used to hurt people. It is extremely powerful.
Practice to the extreme and use the sword force together, then heavy rain will fall. In the majestic cold rain, ninety-nine and eighty-one falling flowers condensed by the sword energy will fly everywhere, and blood will splash everywhere they go. .
The scene of killing is as brilliant as flowers falling in the sky, and it is extremely poignant.
This is an extremely beautiful swordsmanship that turns killing into an art. >
"It's you. "
Chen Feng put the secret book in his arms and walked out of the martial arts pavilion.
When he came out, Mr. Chen was coughing violently.
It seemed that he had been Choking on his drink, he covered his mouth and coughed violently, his whole body shaking. The intensity of the cough made people wonder if he would cough up his lungs.
Suddenly, there was a burst of pain on his face. Twisted, showing pain.
Blood seeped out from between the fingers covering his mouth.
Chapter 37: Level 3 Yellow, Rain and Flowers
p>If it is an enemy that is weaker than you, you can certainly crush it with this, but if you encounter a strong opponent, the shortcomings of lack of attack methods and tricks will be greatly magnified.
So Chen Feng knew very well that he must practice another martial arts to make up for his lack of offensive means.
The Outer Sect Competition is coming soon, and now every ounce of strength is crucial to him.
Moreover, it is time to return the Mahamudra of Light.
According to the precepts of the Qianyuan Sect, the selected martial arts secret books can only be borrowed for one month and must be returned after one month.
The consequences of violating this commandment are even more serious than killing people within the sect.
In the eyes of the sect, martial arts secrets are much more important than those of ordinary outer sect disciples.
When Chen Feng came to the Martial Arts Pavilion, the old man responsible for guarding the Martial Arts Pavilion was still drinking. It seemed like every time he came, he was doing the same thing, drinking.
Chen Feng walked up to her and saluted respectfully, "Disciple has seen the Grand Master and his great uncle."
"It's such a long list. It's not troublesome for you to shout." Just me, Old Wu." The Supreme Elder rolled his eyes and snorted coldly.
"Yes, Old Chen." Of course Chen Feng did not dare to call him Old Chen.
"You are quite a good boy. What are you doing here?" Mr. Chen said with a smile.
"This disciple is here to return the martial arts secret book that he borrowed before. At the same time, he also wants to borrow another one with a higher level."
Chen Feng said respectfully.
Mr. Chen looked him up and down and was a little surprised, "It's good to reach the sixth level so quickly."
"Mr. Chen, you are ridiculous." Chen Feng said modestly.
Mr. Chen's inner shock was not revealed, but he never thought about it because everyone knew that Chen Feng was Yan Qingyu's disciple.
And Yan Qingyu, who was born out of nowhere and was extremely talented, really left a deep impression on them
What can Yan Qingyu's disciples achieve? To such extent, they were not surprised.
In their opinion, it is impossible to surpass Yan Qingyu.
"Go up and borrow it, but there is no need to return it."
Mr. Chen winked at him, a bit like an old naughty boy, "Why don't I remember you are here?" I have borrowed secret books from the Martial Arts Pavilion, but I don’t have any borrowing records here.”
Chen Feng felt clear in his heart, knowing that Mr. Chen was taking care of him.
The Bright Mahamudra is a treasure that can be mined endlessly. There are still many secrets in it that he has not yet discovered, so it would be great not to return them.
He quickly smiled and said, "Mr. Chen, when you said this, the disciple remembered it. Maybe the disciple remembered it wrong. This is indeed the first time for the disciple to come to the Martial Arts Pavilion."
"Boys can be taught"
Mr. Chen nodded and laughed.
He waved his hand, "Go in, you can go directly to the third floor."
Chen Feng thanked him and entered the martial arts pavilion.
This time, he easily broke through the air barrier leading to the second floor, and the air barrier leading to the third floor only lasted less than ten breaths due to his tyrannical Qi. time.
Although Chen Feng has not yet reached the seventh level at this time, his true energy is pure and majestic, with high quality and large quantity, far exceeding the average acquired seventh level expert.
After going up to the third floor, Chen Feng discovered that the third floor was much smaller than the first and second floors. There were only a few bookshelves, and it seemed that the number of secret books did not exceed a hundred.
Think about it, how precious are the third-grade yellow-level martial arts. If such a book of third-grade yellow-level martial arts appeared in the outside world, it would cause major families to fight for it, causing a bloody storm.
Of course not too many.
Based on the experience last time, Chen Feng carefully knocked on the corners of each bookshelf this time to see if there was any mezzanine or the like.
Half an hour later, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled bitterly.
"Sure enough, one time is enough for such a good thing. I still want to take advantage of it, but I am a little greedy."
Chen Feng said to himself.
He searched everywhere in vain, so he gave up the idea and began to patiently search the bookshelf for something suitable for him.
Outside the Martial Arts Pavilion, Mr. Chen opened his eyes and said with a smile, "This little guy is really interesting."
Chen Feng searched for almost an hour and found almost everything. I have read through all the martial arts secret books.
In the end, he chose a third-grade yellow-level martial skill.
"Yuluo Feihua Sword Technique"
Yu Luo Feihua Sword Technique, the sword moves lightly and extremely swiftly. The sword energy is condensed into the shape of falling flowers, which is used to hurt people and is powerful. huge.
Practice to the extreme and use the sword force together, then heavy rain will fall. In the majestic cold rain, ninety-nine and eighty-one falling flowers condensed by the sword energy will fly everywhere, and blood will splash everywhere they go. .
The scene of the murder is as brilliant as flowers falling from the sky, and is extremely poignant.
This is an extremely beautiful swordsmanship that turns killing into an art.
"It's you."
Chen Feng put the secret book in his arms and walked out of the martial arts pavilion.
When he came out, Mr. Chen was coughing violently.
He seemed to have choked on his drink. He covered his mouth and coughed violently. His whole body was shaking. The intensity of the cough made people wonder if he would cough out his lungs.
Suddenly, his face twisted, revealing a look of pain.
Blood seeped out from between the fingers covering his mouth.