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Chapter 5 Selecting Martial Skills

Chapter 5 Choosing Martial Arts

"Chen Feng, it's so hard for you to hide this from me!"

Leaving the crowd and walking on the mountain road of Waizong, Han Cong smiled at Chen Feng.

However, there was no blame in his words, but he was very happy for Chen Feng.

"Sorry, uncle, I really didn't mean to hide it before..." Chen Feng apologized.

"I know, I know, I'm afraid that the big tree will attract the wind." Han Cong laughed: "It's okay, no need to explain, I am very happy for you. But..."

He said solemnly: "Your master made countless enemies during his lifetime. They used to think you were a waste and didn't bother to do anything to you. Now that you have changed other people's views on you, I'm afraid you will become even more dangerous. Listen to me, be careful.

act.”

Chen Feng felt warm in his heart and said: "Uncle, don't worry! I will pay attention to it."

"Then what are you going to do now?" Han Cong asked: "Are you still going to the Resource Hall to collect the spirit stones?"

Chen Feng shook his head: "I won't go now. If you go, Uncle Master, you will definitely have a conflict with Elder Sun. Over the years, I have accumulated a lot of spiritual stones, and I won't be short of this much. When I get stronger in the future

If you are strong enough, then you can seek out Elder Sun's misfortune."

Han Cong nodded happily.

Chen Feng was very pleased to be able to take a step back. A true strong man cannot just fight with each other, but must be able to bend and stretch, and know how to advance and retreat. How many of those powerful men who dominate one side have smooth sailing?

"Uncle Han, I want to go to the Martial Arts Pavilion to choose a martial skill first. Master has always taught me how to practice, but he has never taught me martial arts." Chen Feng said.

"Okay, I'll take you there." Han Cong said with a smile: "It just so happens that the person in charge of the Martial Arts Pavilion is an uncle of mine when I first started, and he is the supreme elder of the outer sect. I can put in a few good words for you."

The two of them walked down the main road and followed a path to the Martial Arts Pavilion. Behind the Martial Arts Pavilion was a cliff, surrounded by mountain flowers and green trees. It was very quiet. Along the way, they met a few disciples from the outer sect, holding in their hands

They left with a thread-bound book and regarded it as a treasure. They all selected the exercises from the martial arts pavilion and hurried out, eager to practice.

When several people saw Chen Feng, they all looked mocking, but when they saw Han Cong beside him, they didn't dare to speak.

At the entrance of the Martial Arts Pavilion, an old man was leaning on the steps, drinking wine. His beard and hair were messy, and he looked very slovenly. The wine gourd's butt was in the air, and the wine was rolling down. He swallowed heavily, and there was wine overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

From a distance, you can smell the strong smell of alcohol coming from his body.

Han Cong stepped forward and whispered: "Uncle Taishang, I brought someone here. He is a disciple of Senior Brother Yan Qingyu. I originally thought he was a waste, but now he is able to practice, and he has reached the level of the day after tomorrow."

The third level, according to sect rules, when you reach the third level, you can choose a martial skill."

The old man hummed twice, not knowing what he was saying. Han Cong turned around and said, "Go in. Don't stay too long. Come out early."

"Thank you, uncle." Chen Feng didn't ask any further questions. He walked to the door and saluted the old man again: "Thank you, great uncle."

After saying this, I walked in.

The martial arts pavilion is very large, with a radius of hundreds of meters. There are rows of bookshelves filled with various martial arts techniques, at least tens of thousands of them.

The martial arts pavilion of the outer sect is only for use by the disciples of the outer sect, and the disciples of the outer sect are basically in the acquired realm. The highest level of martial arts in the martial arts pavilion is only yellow level three.

Martial arts practice, step by step, from the first level to the third level, you can only choose on the first level. If you reach the fourth level, you can enter the second level. If you reach the seventh level, you can enter the third level.

Chen Feng wanted to go directly to the stairs to the second floor. He couldn't appreciate the martial arts on the first floor. Although he had not reached the fourth level, the acquired strength of the fourth level was one thousand kilograms, and he had already reached eight hundred kilograms. He wanted to try it.

As soon as he stepped onto the first step, he felt that his body was blocked, as if there was a transparent air barrier on the stairs, blocking his way forward.

Chen Feng was not surprised. The true energy throughout his body surged out, fighting against the air barrier, trying to fill it in. He walked forward step by step, pressing the air barrier and sinking backwards, but the air barrier was extremely tough. No matter what,

It just didn't break. Chen Feng was sweating profusely on his forehead, and his meridians were already aching due to the excessive stimulation of Qi, but he still gritted his teeth and moved forward desperately.

At this moment, there was a sudden soft pop, like a bubble bursting, and the air barrier disappeared without a trace. Chen Feng quickly stopped, otherwise he would bump into the stairs.

He was a little surprised, he didn't expect to rush in like this.

Chen Feng didn't think much and hurried up to the second floor.

"The goal is very clear, he is tenacious, and he is a good seedling. Of course I will make it easy for him if he is a good seedling."

Outside the Martial Arts Pavilion, the drunken Supreme Elder said softly, "My eyes are bright, how can I be half drunk?"

Han Cong saluted and said, "Thank you so much, Uncle Taishang."

"His master was such a pity..." The Supreme Elder sighed.

Chen Feng was on the second floor choosing martial arts. He already had the Bedoro Ye Golden Sutra and didn't need to look for anything else.


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