Chapter 424

"Why are you looking at me like that? It's good for you too. Anyway, now everyone comes in. Why don't you hurry to choose a secret script to recover some losses?"

Looking at the gloomy face of the five poisons boy, Yang Feng raised his eyebrows and motioned to her.

The five poisons boy snorted and left angrily, but he was soon attracted by the dazzling collection of secret scripts in front of him.

This jade Pavilion is a collection place for the inheritance and collection of skills handed down by the sacred fire sect since ancient times. It has all kinds of skills and war skills.

Yang Feng and others walked here as if they had entered a department store, and their eyes were dazzled.

Although many jade slips here are covered with a thick layer of ash because they have not been taken care of for a long time, this does not affect their world-famous value.

It can be said that any skill here, thrown out of the secular world, is something that can be robbed by Wulin heroes.

After turning around at the bottom of the first floor tower, Yang Xiaoyi also said excitedly with two jade slips: "third brother, you see, three grade high-level war skills, this is three grade high-level war skills. In the past, our family only had one grade war skills. I didn't think it would be like a dream that I could get three grade war skills one day."

His eyes were full of tears, and Yang Xiaoyi's heart was surging.

Yang Feng looked at him, but he couldn't help rolling his eyes and sighed: "Second brother, please, you're already the war emperor now. Don't be such a local steamed stuffed bun. Both war skills and techniques are twelve grades. For experts, three grades of war skills are thrown on the street and no one picks them up. In some rich families, three grades of war skills are for children's enlightenment. As a war emperor, you're so excited to see a jade slip of three grades of war skills. It's too lost People are dead. "

"Er... Yes, I forgot. I'm already the emperor of war. But these three kinds of war skills were really dreamed of before, and now they have finally been obtained. It's a bit impolite, ha ha!"

Yang Xiaoyi scratched his head in embarrassment and couldn't help laughing.

Yang Feng patted him on the shoulder and said solemnly, "second brother, you are an expert now. Take out the look of an expert and set your eyes high. I don't want war skills below ten grades. If you want to have this momentum, you know?"

"Ah? Not under ten?"

"Yes, you are now standing at the peak of practitioners. You are the emperor of war. How can you look at those garbage skills? You should pay attention to your own taste! You don't represent you. You are the senior manager of the Yang family and the second master of the Yang family. You must be noble and not as stingy as before. We want the best of everything, you know?"

"Er... I see. I'm going to find a high-level skill now."

Hearing his words, Yang Xiaoyi quickly nodded and went to search for those skills again.

If there is no one on the first floor, go to the second floor. If there is no one on the second floor, go to the third floor

Yang Feng is also wandering around in this tower, looking at these other people's dream skills, disdaining to brush his mouth and garbage.

So, in this way, the five poisons boy and Yang Xiaoyi are looking for the skill suitable for their cultivation in the full tower, and Yang Feng is like an art connoisseur, pointing out everything here.

Anyway, these skills are not popular in his eyes.

Slowly, Yang Feng came to the end of the eighth floor of the white tower. Seeing that there was no way, he immediately turned back and left. The disdain from the corners of his mouth was almost up to the sky.

"What is the precious place for the collection of ancient books of the sacred fire sect? I've seen the twelve levels of art, and I haven't found a way to solve the black soul seal. Are those two old guys bluffing me?"

"You said you wanted to solve the black soul seal?"

Suddenly, a light drink sounded. Yang Feng was stunned. He turned to look, but I didn't know when there was another staircase leading to the top floor behind him. A smiling young man who was up and down for twenty stared at him and looked very kind.

Strange, is there a way here just now? Why did a person appear all of a sudden? Isn't it forbidden for outsiders to enter here? Even people of the holy flame sect can't enter. How did he come in?

Not from a Leng, Yang Feng looked puzzled and walked forward and said, "who are you? How did you get in? Private intrusion is prohibited here. Don't you know?"

"I'm the ancient books administrator here. I take care of the ancient books here."

With a slight smile, the man said faintly: "you are..."

"Oh, I'm a new book transporter here. It's going to be demolished here. The books should be transported elsewhere for storage. You're unemployed for the time being and won't be used to work tomorrow, you know?"

"Oh, that's right. That's nice. I'm tired, too, hehe."

With a laugh, the man nodded and his eyes were shining. He had already seen Yang Feng's nonsense, but he didn't mind.

After taking a deep look at him, Yang Feng turned his eyes and asked, "by the way, you just said you know the way to remove the black soul seal?"

"If you want to solve the black soul seal, you can't find the answer here. Come upstairs with me."

With a smile, the man walked upstairs very gracefully. He didn't look like a worker at all. He even had much more temperament than the two Dharma kings of poison king and corpse king.

Yang Feng glanced at him suspiciously and followed him closely. When he came to the ninth floor tower, he saw the lights shining and the shadows inside, silently looking at the books in his hand and concentrating.

But at the moment when Yang Feng appeared, he stared at him with both eyes. His eyes were full of fierce color, which immediately startled him.

What's the matter? Why are they all looking at me like that?

The eyes of those people, like a sword, wanted to see through Yang Feng. There was no expression on their faces, cold and solemn.

Yang Feng glanced at these people roughly and felt that they didn't seem to be angry. They looked cold and suspicious.

Moreover, the poison Wang Mingming said that no one was allowed to go in and out here, but why did so many people come out at once? Looking around, plus the ancient book administrator, there were 37 people.

Bah, the poison King lied to me. This is clearly a public library. Why is it not open to the outside world? It's very licentious.

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At this time, the ancient books administrator clapped his hands and said with a smile, "everyone put down the ancient books and come here. This gentleman is looking for the solution of the black soul seal. Who can solve his doubts?"

"Soul regeneration?"

Upon hearing this, a middle-aged man with a moustache closed the book in his hand angrily and said with gnashing teeth: "this bastard is not dead yet. He must be reborn by the soul moving method. Damn it, hum!"

"Ouyang, don't get too excited. It's been a hundred years. Can't you put it down?"

Hearing his words, an old woman in her fifties drank lightly.

When Ouyang heard this, he couldn't stop breathing. He shook his head and stopped talking. Then the old woman looked at another big man with a black beard and said calmly, "the soul is released from heaven. The black soul seal is created by you. You can solve it."

"What? He created the black soul seal? Then he is the master of the ghost king?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Feng immediately looked at the black bearded man with surprise and said, "Hey, man, how do you usually manage your apprentice? Your apprentice is killing and setting fire outside and killing people. Don't you clean up the door? You're too irresponsible? I despise you!"