Chapter 1170

People were waiting in the hall, and their eyes sometimes swept around. Some monks went to the library with curiosity. As a result, they were bounced back just a few steps away.

"Bang...!"

As if to touch some terrible taboo, the hall is rising a very blue brilliance, overwhelming, covering all directions, stinging everyone's eyes.

"What's the matter? Why is there such a terrible existence when touching the bookshelf? "

They were puzzled. After a period of blindness, they gathered their eyes and looked forward. An old man in grey appeared in the sky. He sat cross knee, motionless as a clock, just like a God between heaven and earth.

The old man in Grey's face has changed a lot. He doesn't like it or worry about it. It's hard to see what he thinks in his heart. The old man in Grey's sword Qi is rising, which makes him extremely sharp.

Next second!

The old man in grey said, "everyone, I'm the guardian of the library. You can call me Mr. Zhong."

"Mr. Zhong."

People remember two words, and their eyes are a little shocked. It is said that Mr. Zhong should be a super strong man, but there is no strong breath in him, just like a simple road, out of the world.

Chen Mo asked, "senior, I want to know how to get through the sixth floor?"

Zhong Lao light way: "this first don't worry, before this, I want to play a game with you, if you win can pass, lose will have life danger."

"What game?" Someone asked subconsciously.

Zhong did not hide, truthfully, "see the bookshelf behind me?"

As soon as he said this, Mr. Zhong was silent, and everyone was silent. Of course, they saw the bookshelf and wanted to take away its martial arts skills. Unfortunately, Mrs. Zhong was unfathomable.

People dare not gamble. If Mr. Zhong has the ability to kill them, it's not worth the loss.

At this time, Mr. Zhong said: "everyone, I'm the martial arts elder of Jianshan. I attach great importance to martial arts. If you want to pass the seventh floor of the sword tower, you must follow my rules. Who dares to destroy it? I'm sorry. I'll let him die."

Mr. Zhong is not angry.

All people subconsciously sigh, dare not doubt the truth of the matter.

Zhong said: "of course, if you pass the test, it will be good."

"As for the benefits, just try."

"I'll come first." A friar jumped out and walked to Mr. Zhong, "how do you want to try?"

"It's very simple. Do you see the bookshelf behind me?"

Looking at the monk, Mr. Zhong said slowly, "I'll give you half a minute to go in and pick out martial arts skills, and then half a stick of incense to practice. At that time, you can challenge one person. He can pick out martial arts skills, and then half a stick of incense to practice, and then fight with you. You can only use the selected martial arts. If you use other martial arts, you will be severely punished, Can you hear that clearly? "

As soon as this remark came out, everyone understood the meaning, that is, everyone has half a minute to choose martial arts skills in the library, and then half a column of incense time to practice.

Then they each look for their opponents. After the battle, they can only use the martial arts of the library, not the martial arts they practiced before. Once they use them, they will bear the consequences.

"Is that too strict?"

Everyone responded and complained.

"It takes half a minute to select martial arts skills. No matter how fast it is, it's only enough to enter the library. It takes just half a minute to come out again. Isn't it that you can't find your own martial arts skills?"

"Yes! Not to mention that you only have half the time to practice martial arts. I'm afraid that time has passed before you succeed in training in such a short time. It's too strict. "

He is proud to be able to come to the sword tower. Naturally, he will not think he is inferior to others. However, Mr. Zhong's conditions are too harsh. He gives a little time to choose his martial arts skills.

When it comes time to fight with the enemy, we can't exert the power of our martial arts.

At the moment, even Chen Mo feels that if the conditions are strict and the cultivation is not successful, he will not be able to use his martial arts.

"Cultivation is to go against the heaven and have luck. If you even think this condition is strict, I can only send you away, and the dragon vein will never be given to the wimps."

Mr. Zhong's voice was cold. The original noisy atmosphere was silent for a moment.

"Now who is willing to come up and try, not to go away for me." Mr. Zhong was angry.

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what they were thinking.

But they all know that if they defeat their opponents, they can get to the seventh floor of the sword tower. This is not an opportunity.

Soon, someone came forward.

"Mr. Zhong, I'll come first."

Old Zhong nodded and said, "who are you?"

"The sun worships Moyu."

"Good. You only have half a minute to choose your skills." With a wave of Zhong Lao's hand, some kind of array in the library is opened, and Mo Yu moves towards the library with an excited mind.

First, he strode across the library and quickly walked into the library. Then he immediately selected the attack skills in the library. After a casual look, he saw a book called split tablet palm.

Without saying a word, he picked it up and left. It was only half a minute, and the round trip was just right. Even if he was given one more book, it was not enough time to practice.

He still knows that he can't chew too much.

"Mr. Zhong, I've chosen." Moyu road.

Mr. Zhong took a general look and asked, "Mo Yu, who are you going to challenge?"

As soon as these words came out, Mo Yu looked happy and took the initiative to challenge others, making it easier to win.

Mo Yu looks for an opponent in the crowd. His eyes are burning, and he soon stares at a teenager.

The young man's realm is in the middle of Yuan Dynasty. As soon as he saw Mo Yu's hand pointing at him, he came out and said to Mo Yu, "you dare to challenge me, and I will let you know the consequences of challenging me."

"Kong Xin, I've been looking at you for a long time. Now I have the chance to challenge you."

Mo Yu looks at Kong Xin with a sneer. After hearing this, he shakes his head and feels that Mo Yu is hopeless.

However, Kong Xin said to Zhong: "master, can I choose martial arts now?"

"Yes." Mr. Zhong nodded.

Kong Xin went in to select his martial arts skills. After half a minute, he selected a martial arts book called "mountain collapse attack" and returned to Zhong, standing side by side with Mo Yu.

Zhong Lao light way: "start!"

Kong Xin and Mo Yu began to practice their martial arts immediately. They had only half a minute to practice. They had to fight against the clock. If they didn't succeed, they would attack with bare hands.

With the passage of time, soon after the half column incense time.

Kong Xin was a little dejected because he didn't succeed in his training. He only touched the threshold of Kungfu, so he didn't have a strong power when he used it.

Seeing Kong Xin's dejected face, Mo Yu's face was a little happy. "Fortunately, I'm extremely smart, and I've practiced palm techniques before, but it's not very difficult for me to succeed in cultivating the cleft tablet palm. I can't beat Kong Xin."

At this time, Mr. Zhong said, "no matter how much time you have, it's time to start fighting until the outcome is divided."