Chapter 37

Chapter 37 yellow grade III, rain falls and flowers fly

If you are an enemy weaker than yourself, with this, you can certainly crush it. However, if you encounter a strong hand, the shortcomings of lack of attack methods and insufficient tricks will be greatly amplified.

So Chen Feng knew that he must cultivate other martial arts to make up for the lack of offensive means.

Waizong Dabi is coming, and now every strength is crucial to him.

Moreover, now is the time to return the bright fingerprints.

According to the outer sect commandment of the Qianyuan sect, the selected martial arts secret script can only be borrowed for one month, and must be returned after one month.

The consequences of violating this commandment are even more serious than killing in the sect.

In the view of the sect, martial arts secret scripts are much more important than ordinary non sect disciples.

Chen Feng came to the Wuji Pavilion, and the old man in charge of guarding the Wuji pavilion was still drinking. It seems that every time he comes, he is doing the same thing - drinking.

Chen Feng walked up to her and saluted respectfully, "I've seen the Supreme Master's uncle."

"Isn't it troublesome to shout such a long string? Just call me Lao Wu." The elder turned his strange eyes and snorted coldly.

"Yes, old Chen." Chen Feng certainly dare not call Lao Chen.

"You are a good boy. What are you doing this time?" Old Chen laughed.

"The disciple came to return the martial arts secret script he borrowed before. At the same time, he also wanted to borrow a higher level one."

Chen Feng said respectfully.

Old Chen looked at him up and down, a little surprised: "so soon the day after tomorrow, six weight? Very good!"

"Old Chen, you praise me falsely." Chen Feng said modestly.

Chen Lao's inner shock did not show, but he did not think much, because everyone knew that Chen Feng was Yan Qingyu's disciple.

And that year, Yan Qingyu, who was born in the sky and was extremely talented, really left a deep impression on them!

Yan Qingyu's disciples are not surprised at what degree they can reach.

In their view, they can't surpass Yan Qingyu.

"Go up and borrow it, but return it, you don't have to."

Old Chen winked at him, a little bit like an old urchin: "why don't I remember that you borrowed the script in Wuji pavilion? Anyway, I don't have any borrowing records here!"

Chen Feng was clear-minded and knew that Chen Lao was taking care of himself.

Guangming fingerprint is a treasure that can be excavated infinitely. There are many mysteries in it that he has not broken. It is certainly good not to return it.

He quickly laughed and said, "old Chen, I remembered what you said. Maybe the disciple remembered wrong. This is really the first time for the disciple to come to Wuji Pavilion."

"Children can be taught!"

Old Chen nodded at him and laughed.

He waved, "go in, you can go directly to the third floor."

Chen Feng thanked and entered Wuji Pavilion.

This time, he easily broke through the air barrier leading to the second floor, and the air barrier leading to the third floor only lasted less than ten breaths under his strong and true spirit.

Although Chen Feng has not reached Qizhong at this time, he is pure and majestic, with high quality and large quantity, which is far more powerful than the general Qizhong after tomorrow.

After going to the third floor, Chen Feng found that the third floor was much smaller than the first floor and the second floor. There were only a few bookshelves. It seemed that the number of secret scripts was no more than 100.

Think about it, how precious is the Yellow level three level skill? If there is such a yellow three-level martial art in the secular world outside, it will attract all families to fight and set off a bloody storm.

Of course, the number will not be too much.

With the experience of the last time, Chen Feng knocked the corners of each bookshelf carefully this time to see if there was any interlayer or the like.

Half an hour later, he wiped the sweat on his forehead and gave a wry smile.

"Sure enough, one time is enough for such a good thing. I still want to be clever, but I'm a little greedy."

Chen Feng said to himself.

He looked around in vain, so he stopped thinking about it and began to patiently look for something suitable for him on the bookshelf.

Outside the Wuji Pavilion, old Chen opened his eyes and said with a chuckle, "this little guy is really interesting."

Chen Feng searched for almost an hour and turned over almost all the martial arts secrets.

Finally, he chose a yellow level martial arts.

"Rain falling flying flower sword technique!"

The rain falling flying flower sword technique is very nimble and swift. It condenses the sword Qi into a falling flower, which is very powerful.

Practice to the extreme, the sword momentum together, then the heavy rain fell majestically. In the majestic cold rain, nine hundred and eighty-one falling flowers condensed from the sword gas flew around, and everywhere they went, blood splashed.

The scene of killing is as brilliant as falling flowers in the sky, which is extremely sad and beautiful.

This is a sword technique with extreme beauty, which turns killing into art.

"It's you."

Chen Feng took the script into his arms and walked out of the Martial Arts Pavilion.

When he came out, old Chen was coughing violently.

It seemed that he was choked by the wine. He covered his mouth, coughed violently, and was shaking all over. The intensity of that cough made people doubt whether he would cough out his lungs.

Suddenly, his face twisted and showed pain.

Blood seeped from his fingers covering his mouth.