Chapter 5

Chapter V selection of martial arts skills

"Chen Feng, it's hard for you to hide it!"

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

However, he didn't mean to blame in his words, but was very happy for Chen Feng.

"Sorry, martial uncle, I didn't mean to hide..." Chen Feng apologized.

"I know, I know. I'm afraid big trees attract wind." Han Cong laughed: "it's okay, don't explain, I'm very happy for you. But..."

He said solemnly, "your master made countless enemies before he died. Originally, he thought you were a waste and disdained to fight you. Now you have changed others' view of you, and I'm afraid it will be more dangerous. Listen to me, you must be careful."

Chen Feng's heart was warm and said, "martial uncle, don't worry! I'll pay attention."

"What are you going to do now?" Han Cong asked, "do you still go to the resource hall to get the spirit stone?"

Chen Feng shook his head: "don't go first. If you want to go, martial uncle, you will definitely have a conflict with elder sun. Over the years, I have accumulated a lot of Lingshi there, and it's not so bad. When I'm strong enough in the future, I'll find elder sun's bad luck."

Han Cong nodded in relief.

Chen Feng was very pleased to step back. The real strong can't just be aggressive and ruthless. They should be able to bend and stretch and know how to advance and retreat. How many of those powerful men on the hegemony side are plain sailing?

"Uncle Han, I want to go to the Martial Arts Pavilion to choose a martial art first. Master has always taught me to practice martial arts, but he hasn't taught me martial arts." Chen Feng said.

"OK, I'll take you." Han Cong said with a smile, "just in time, a martial uncle who was in charge of the Wuji Pavilion when I first started was the supreme elder of waizong. I can say a few good words for you."

The two of them went down the avenue and came to Wuji Pavilion along a path. Behind the Wuji pavilion was a cliff, surrounded by blooming mountain flowers and secluded green trees. It was very quiet. Along the way, I met several disciples of waizong, holding a thread bound book in their hands, and left as if they were treasures. They all chose the martial arts from the Martial Arts Pavilion and hurried out to practice in a hurry.

Several people laughed when they saw Chen Feng, but when they saw Han Cong beside him, they dared not speak.

At the gate of Wuji Pavilion, an old man leaned against the steps and drank wine. His beard and hair were messy and looked very messy. The bottom of the wine gourd was facing up, and the liquor rolled down. He swallowed it in a big gulp, and the liquor overflowed from the corner of his mouth. From a distance, you can smell the strong smell of wine coming from him.

Han Cong stepped forward and whispered, "martial uncle Taishang, the disciple brought someone, a disciple of elder martial brother Yan Qingyu, who originally thought he was a waste, but now he can practice, and he has reached the third level the day after tomorrow. According to the sect rules, when he reaches the third level, he can choose a martial art."

The old man snorted twice and didn't know what he said. Han Cong turned back and said, "go in. Don't stay too long and come out early."

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

After saying this, I walked in.

The Martial Arts Pavilion is large, with a radius of hundreds of meters. Rows of bookshelves are filled with all kinds of martial arts skills, and there are at least tens of thousands of them.

The Martial Arts Pavilion of waizong is only for the disciples of waizong, and the disciples of waizong are basically the realm of the day after tomorrow. Among the martial arts in the Martial Arts Pavilion, the highest level is only the Yellow third grade.

Practice martial arts step by step. The day after tomorrow, you can only choose from the first level to the third level. If you reach the fourth level, you can enter the second level. If you reach the seventh floor, you can enter the third floor.

Chen Feng directly wanted to go to the stairs on the second floor, but he couldn't see the martial arts on the first floor at all. Although it did not reach the quadruple weight, the day after tomorrow the quadruple weight had a strength of 1000 Jin, and he had reached 800 Jin. He wanted to try it.

As soon as he stepped on a step, he felt his body was blocked, like a transparent air barrier on the stairs, which blocked his way forward.

Chen Feng was not surprised. His real Qi surged out, fought against the Qi barrier, and tried to fill it. He walked forward step by step, pressing the air barrier backward, but the air barrier was extremely tough, no matter what, it didn't break. Chen Feng was sweating profusely on his forehead. His meridians had already hurt due to excessive stimulation of Qi, but he still clenched his teeth and desperately moved forward.

At this time, there was a sudden slap, like a bubble burst, and the air barrier disappeared without a trace. Chen Feng quickly stopped walking, or 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 the second floor.

"I have a clear goal and toughness. I'm a good seedling. Of course, I have to be convenient for a good seedling."

Outside the Martial Arts Pavilion, the drunken supreme elder whispered, his eyes are bright, how can he be half drunk?

Han Cong saluted and said, "thank you, martial uncle."

"It was a pity that he was his master..." the supreme elder sighed.

Chen Feng chooses martial arts on the second floor. He already has the golden Sutra of betoloya, so he doesn't need to find anything else.