Chapter Thirty-Seven: The third grade of the yellow class, rain falling and flying flowers
If the enemy 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 insufficient moves will be greatly magnified.
Therefore, Chen Feng knew very well that he must practice another martial arts to make up for his lack of offensive means.
The external sect competition is coming soon, and every ounce of strength is crucial to him now.
Moreover, now is also the time to return the Light Mahamudra.
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 ordinary disciples from outside the sect.
When Chen Feng came to the Martial Arts Pavilion, the old man in charge of guarding the Martial Arts Pavilion was still drinking. It seemed that every time he came, he was doing the same thing - drinking.
Chen Feng walked up to her and saluted respectfully: "I have met my great uncle, the Supreme Master."
"It's such a long list. Don't you think it's troublesome to call me? Just call me Lao Wu." The elder Taishang rolled his eyes strangely and snorted coldly.
"Yes, Old Chen." Of course Chen Feng did not dare to call him Old Chen.
"You're a very 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: "You've reached the sixth level so soon? That's pretty good!"
"Mr. Chen, you are so complimentary." Chen Feng said modestly.
Mr. Chen's inner shock was not shown, 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 and beautiful, really left a deep impression on them!
They are not surprised at what level Yan Qingyu's disciples can reach.
Anyway, in their opinion, it is impossible to surpass Yan Qingyu.
"Go up and borrow it, but there's no need to return it."
Mr. Chen winked at him, a bit like an old naughty boy: "Why don't I remember that you borrowed secret books from the Martial Arts Pavilion? Anyway, 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. It would be great not to return them.
He quickly smiled and said: "Mr. Chen, I remembered what you said. Maybe I remembered it wrong. This is indeed my first time to the Martial Arts Pavilion."
"A child 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.
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 strong man.
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 is the third-grade yellow-level martial arts? If such a 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 the quantity won't be too much.
With the experience from the 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, for such a good thing, one time is enough. I still want to take advantage of it, but I am a little greedy."
Chen Feng said to himself.
He searched everywhere to no avail, so he gave up the idea and began to patiently search for something suitable for him on the bookshelf.
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.
In the end, he chose a third-grade yellow-level martial skill.
"Yuluo Feihua Sword Technique!"
The Yuluofeihua sword technique uses the sword's movement to be light and agile, and is extremely fast. The sword energy is condensed into the shape of falling flowers, which is used to hurt people. It is extremely powerful.
When you practice to the extreme and use your sword power at the same time, heavy rain will fall down. In the heavy 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 was as brilliant as flowers falling from the sky, and was 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 became distorted, showing a look of pain.
Blood seeped out from between the fingers covering his mouth.
