At noon, shortly after Lin Cangxue left, Lin Huang also left Tianpu Cliff.
Now, he is considered a member of the inner sect. Although it has not improved his current situation, the privileges he deserves cannot be wasted.
Half an hour later, Lin Huang arrived at the Scripture Deposit Pavilion.
But any sect, after years of accumulation and the accumulation of countless warriors, will always inherit many precious things, whether it is martial arts, the secrets of the continent, or the history of the sect...
Through the accumulation of these things from generation to generation, the Sutra Pavilion was formed.
There is also a Buddhist Scripture Pavilion in the Divine General's Mansion. However, the content in it is mediocre compared to a behemoth like the Piaoxue Palace.
In the entire Dongling Realm, if we want to trace the origin of its development, apart from what some warriors who are about to become obsolete have seen and heard, it is the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion of the Four Sects and Ten Dynasties.
It contains not only the secrets of the Eastern Spirit Realm, but more importantly, the martial arts passed down by a sect.
A force can often have thousands of disciples, each of whom practices different martial arts. If there are not a large number of top martial arts at their command, such a force will not last long.
In the entire Dongling Realm, there are only a handful of truly top martial arts.
In addition to Piaoxue Palace, the top martial arts of the other three sects and ten dynasties are only at the quasi-earth level, which to a certain extent limits the development of many warriors.
At this point, Piaoxue Palace is too majestic.
More than a hundred years ago, the foundation of Piaoxue Palace's founding clan was a volume of quasi-terrestrial martial arts called "Wang Tu Hegemony", which means Wang Tu's hegemony and submission from all over the world.
Since Yanzang Feng, Piaoxue Palace has added another volume of earth-level martial arts:
Snow is falling on earth!
Compared to Wang Tu Hegemony, the difficulty of cultivation in the Snow Piao World is outrageous, and Yan Zangfeng is the only one in the entire Piaoxue Palace who has reached great success.
As for Yan Nangui, he has learned at most 30%, and it is difficult to display the true strength of Xue Piao Renjing. It is not even as good as the strength displayed in "King Tu Hegemony".
This is also the reason why Piaoxue Palace has earth-level martial arts, but it cannot dominate among the four sects and ten dynasties.
There is one thing!
Learning is another matter.
But achieving great success in cultivation is another matter.
It was impossible for Lin Huang not to be tempted by "The King's Overlord" and "Snow Falling on the World". After all, he had already mastered the Killing God Slash, and it was time to practice another martial art.
Under the sun, Lin Huang looked at the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion in front of him, which was made of gold bricks and glazed glass and protected by dozens of formations. After taking a deep breath, his face showed excitement...
"Boy, we meet again!"
As soon as Lin Huang stepped into the door of the Sutra Pavilion, two braids were dangling in front of his eyes, and then Lin Huang saw Nan Yunlie's childish old face.
"Elder Nan, why are you here?"
Lin Huang didn't expect to meet Nan Yunlie here, so he couldn't help but raise his head and look carefully at this old man from Qilin Peak.
His face is old, and he even has a lot of wrinkles on his face, but his face is round and looks a bit childlike. I think he must have been a fat man when he was young.
Wearing a red and green cross-collar robe, he looks slightly younger.
The latter's goatee is very clean, and the hair on the side of his ears is also very long. It is braided into two strands and can be tied into a knot at the chin, which is really funny.
Nan Yunlie smiled melodiously, "It is my duty to protect the Scripture Pavilion. Why do you think I am here? Why, I just got the token of the Scripture Pavilion and I can't wait to come here?"
Lin Huang smiled and handed the token in his hand to Nan Yunlie.
"Come in!"
Nan Yunlie nodded and continued: "You are not my disciple at Qilin Peak, so you must abide by the rules of the Sutra Pavilion. All the books in it cannot be copied or taken out, and you can only stay there for three days at most!"
"
Nan Yunlie is setting a trap for Lin Huang again!
Lin Huang nodded, and then entered the Scripture Collection Pavilion.
After entering the Sutra Pavilion, Lin Huang realized how vast it was, far beyond what the Divine General's Mansion could compare with.
There are seven floors in the entire Sutra Pavilion.
The books on the first level cover almost all Huang-level martial arts in the Eastern Spirit Realm.
On the second and third floors, there are some books about the history of Dongling Realm, the change of dynasties, the overlapping of sects, the manufacturing of weapons, the principles of formations, and the powerful men of Dongling in the past. The total number of books is tens of thousands.
So many.
As for the fourth and fifth levels, there are some advanced martial arts.
Most of the disciples in Piaoxue Palace come here for these two floors.
Similarly, Lin Huang directly entered the fourth floor of the Sutra Pavilion, scanning his eyes casually, feeling the sounds emanating from the martial arts around him.
Wind Roll Technique, a low-grade Xuan-level skill, can be like a black wind rolling over the ground, causing turmoil in all directions.
Heavenly Sword Yin, a middle-grade Xuan-level sword, can condense the spirit of the long sword and refine the Heavenly Yin Sword Qi.
The six-finger piano score is a high-grade Xuan-level instrument, suitable for martial artists practicing the martial arts spirit of the piano. Once practiced, the sound of the piano can disturb the ears and confuse the minds of the warriors.
…
Lin Huang discerned the voices of martial arts, all shaking their heads in disappointment. These martial arts seemed powerful, but most of them were flashy.
Except for the six-finger piano score, the others are of little significance. However, the six-finger piano score is only suitable for warriors with the martial spirit of Qinyin, and it is even more useless for Lin Huang.
Lin Huang wandered around the fourth and fifth floors for a long time, but found nothing. His ears were almost numb, and he couldn't find the voice he liked.
While wandering around, Lin Huang was also searching for traces of "King Tu Hegemony" intentionally or unintentionally, but still found nothing.
Then, Lin Huang's eyes fell on the entrance to the sixth floor.
There was a faint roar of the Overlord in his ears, and Lin Huang could feel that it was coming from the sixth level.
Without any hesitation, Lin Huang stepped onto the sixth floor.
Bang!
There was a loud sound, and before Lin Huang's footsteps could even fall, he was thrown away. A mysterious formation was seen shining at the entrance to the sixth floor.
"Giggle..."
A giggle suddenly sounded behind Lin Huang. When he turned around, he saw Yan Qing'er laughing with her arms akimbo, her slightly smaller figure outlined in an apricot-yellow dress, and her voice was as sweet as a silver bell.
At this moment, Lin Huang was lying on the ground, stretched out like an overturned turtle.
Lin Huang stood up and said with a sinister expression: "Why are you here?"
Until now, Lin Huang's stomach was still a little upset because of what he had eaten in the morning... Those masterpieces were all made by the little tiger in front of him.
"I'm Yan Qing'er. I can't come to this Scripture-Depository Pavilion whenever I want!"
Yan Qing'er hummed and laughed, staring at Lin Huang with a coquettish look on her face, and said: "Want to enter the sixth floor of the Sutra Pavilion? This is a privilege only available to the top ten disciples of the inner sect."
Lin Huang curled his lips, looked at Yan Qing'er with twinkling eyes, and said, "You should be able to come in and out freely!"
"Of course!"
Yan Qing'er's slightly bulging chest puffed up and she said proudly.
"On the sixth level, is there Wangtu Hegemony?"
Lin Huang asked tentatively.
"What do you think?"
Yan Qing'er rolled her big, watery eyes and said with a sly smile, "Even if I tell you, you won't be able to get up!"
Lin Huang chuckled and glanced at Yan Qing'er. His piercing eyes made Yan Qing'er blush a little. She covered her face and glared at Lin Huang with a groan, and then said:
"Even if I am qualified to enter the sixth floor, I cannot do whatever I want. Everyone who wants to enter must have Grandpa Nan open the entrance in person!"
Lin Huang sighed slightly, with a slightly disappointed look on his face.
"But when I came up just now, Uncle Nan told me that as long as you are a disciple of Qilin Peak, he can close your eyes and practice for two quarters of an hour," Yan Qing'er continued.
"So you're here to be a lobbyist!"
Lin Huang smiled jokingly.
Yan Qing'er pouted and hummed: "Then you don't want to enter the sixth floor? And that's Qilin Peak, you think it's the same as your pigsty!"
"I don't have a pigsty at home!"
Lin Huang replied coldly.
"You are that pig!!"
Yan Qing'er's anger rose, and the hand she pointed at Lin Huang was trembling, and then she shouted, "You can play slowly by yourself, I am too lazy to care about you!"
"...Well, I'll go to Qilin Peak!"
Lin Huang said quickly, so as not to make the little tiger angry.
"Hmph! That's pretty much it..."
Yan Qing'er turned around with a disgusted face, then raised her voice a bit, and shouted downstairs: "Grandpa Nan..."
In the blink of an eye, Nan Yunlie appeared.
Lin Huang was a little stunned. He appeared in less than a breath. Nan Yunlie might have been in that corner for a long time, waiting for Yan Qing'er to set a trap for him.
Then Lin Huang smiled again. Ever since Lin Cangxue told him about Qilin Peak, he also wanted to enter Qilin Peak, but he couldn't take the initiative to ask...
Nan Yunlie is still more shameless than him.
At this moment, Nan Yunlie looked at Lin Huang with a proud face, but he forced to hold back the laughter in his heart, maintaining the calmness of an expert, and said calmly:
"You only have two-quarters of an hour... after you come out, go to Qilin Peak!"
Lin Huang looked helpless and could only sigh and nodded.
The expressions of the two people looked so calm, and they seemed to be a little reluctant and disgusted, but they were laughing inside and scolding each other for being so stupid.
Then, Nan Yunlie waved his arm, and a mysterious aura suddenly went towards the sixth floor.
Then, the formation on the sixth floor began to rotate, flashing with blue light, and an entrance appeared in a few breaths...
Lin Huang raised his eyebrows slightly and entered the sixth floor in one step.
"Oh...just wait for me..."
Yan Qing'er shouted, and then there was only a bang. Yan Qing'er's petite body was directly ejected by the closed formation, and fell heavily to the ground.
"Grandpa Nan!"
Yan Qing'er got up and screamed angrily and aggrieved.
Nan Yunlie smiled awkwardly, and had no choice but to send Yan Qing'er to the sixth floor.
…
In the Sutra Collection Building, when Lin Huang entered the sixth floor, the roar of the Overlord suddenly sounded in his ears, like thousands of armies charging in, unable to defeat the arrogance of the sword in the Overlord's hand.