Chapter 17 Hard fight!

Xiaozhu Peak, among the bamboo buildings.

"I guess after this time, those bastards will have to think carefully if they want to provoke Ling Feng."

Duanmu Qingshan stood with his hands behind his back, standing proudly on the attic. On the index finger of his right hand, there was still a trace of sword energy lingering on the fingertip.

It turned out that it was Duanmu Qingshan who had just transferred his sword energy to Ling Feng's side with the help of the magic circle in the leader's jade order, and scared off the elders guarding the pavilion for him.

The reason why this leader's token is called the leader's token is not just as simple as a sign.

It is a magic weapon in itself, especially within the Wenxian Sect, it is a treasure!

It also contains a mysterious magic circle, which can transmit the power of the person who refines the Jade Order to any corner of Wenxian Sect.

This secret was only known to the masters of the past dynasties. Duanmu Qingshan only discovered the mystery after refining the master's jade order.

And as long as Ling Feng carries the leader's jade order with him, it is equivalent to carrying Duanmu Qingshan to protect him. Once he senses a signal of crisis, he can transmit his sword energy through the magic circle within the jade order.

However, this scope is limited to Wenxian Sect. Outside Wenxian Sect, it will not be of any use. After all, this jade order from the head must be combined with the mountain-protecting formation within the Wenxian Sect to be able to exert its effect in transferring energy.

Of course, in order to temper Ling Feng, he would only take action when Ling Feng encountered an opponent he could not resist.

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The entrance of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Ling Feng put away the leader's jade order, looked at the disciples guarding the pavilion, and asked coldly: "How about it, can I go in and pick out the secret books now?"

"Please... please come in." The disciples guarding the pavilion were trembling with fear. Even the elders guarding the pavilion chose to give in. How could they dare to offend this evil star.

Ling Feng raised his sword eyebrows and strode into the Sutra Pavilion. He now had the tacit approval of the elders guarding the Sutra Pavilion and could choose any secret book in the Sutra Pavilion without any restrictions.

Seeing Ling Feng walking into the Sutra Pavilion, the disciples around him breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh my god, it turns out Uncle Duanmu is so powerful!"

"With Master Duanmu's uncle protecting him, wouldn't Ling Feng be able to walk sideways within the sect?"

"Hush, don't talk nonsense. I heard that Uncle Duanmu once did some treacherous things and was imprisoned in Xiaozhu Peak. That Ling Feng is the disciple of Uncle Duanmu, and he will be finished sooner or later!"

"Treason? What kind of treason is there?" the former disciple asked curiously.

"I'm telling you, you can't go out and talk nonsense." Another disciple lowered his voice and whispered: "I also heard that Uncle Duanmu killed the previous head!"

"The previous head? Isn't that the master who is the current head? In this case, the head will definitely not let go of the disciples of Uncle Duanmu!"

"So, that Ling Feng will be finished sooner or later. Everyone is a bit discerning. We can't afford to offend him, and we can't have anything to do with him. Otherwise, if he is implicated, tsk tsk tsk..."

"Yes, yes, you must not have anything to do with him!"

Outside the Scripture Collection Pavilion, a group of disciples were talking about it. At this time, Ling Feng had already climbed to the second floor of the Scripture Collection Pavilion.

Generally speaking, the first floor is full of street stuff, and Ling Feng doesn't bother to look at it. As for the third floor, which is about the techniques and martial arts of the Pulse Condensation Realm, he has the spare capacity but not enough. Only the secret books on the second floor are the most suitable for him. .

Each floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is divided into two areas: left and right, with exercises on the left and martial arts on the right.

Ling Feng first walked to the right side and saw rows of brown wooden shelves erected on the surrounding walls. The shelves were divided into many compartments and contained various books.

There are many grids, but most of them are empty. There is an endless stream of people borrowing secret books every month, so this will naturally happen.

Therefore, if they want to get a good secret book, disciples usually make an appointment in advance, or stay in the Sutra Pavilion at the beginning of the month, and borrow it immediately after the secret book is returned.

Ling Feng browsed among the rows of bookshelves for a long time, then walked to the left where the martial arts secret books were placed and walked around. He had a general understanding of the secret books and then started to select them.

After a while, Ling Feng chose a movement technique, a boxing technique and a body-tempering technique, and left the Sutra Pavilion with satisfaction.

Generally speaking, only true disciples are qualified to borrow more than three secret books at a time, but even the elders guarding the pavilion have spoken. Who dares to be dissatisfied with Ling Feng? All they can do is watch him leave with the secret books in hand, and even borrow the secret books. They filled in the information for Ling Feng.

Not long after Ling Feng walked forward, he saw a young man who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, carrying a three-foot green-edge sword behind him, and striding into the Sutra Pavilion with a straight body.

This man had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and there was a cold and aloof look between his eyebrows. As soon as he entered the door, he was like the disciples at the registration office asking: "Where is the secret book of "Nine Layers of Zhenhai Fist" that I ordered last month?"

"Xiao...Senior Brother Xiao!" The eyelids of the disciple guarding the pavilion twitched suddenly. The person who came was suddenly the famous genius disciple in the inner sect, Xiao Qingfeng!

This Xiao Qingfeng is only eighteen years old, but he already has the cultivation level of the eighth level of Qi Condensation Realm. Even among the inner sect of Wenxian Sect, he is a rare top genius. He is also the proud disciple of the leader. As long as he is promoted to Condensation Pulse Realm Once you reach this level, you can instantly become a true disciple.

These little pavilion-guarding disciples cannot afford to offend such a person.

"What's wrong? I've been waiting for a month last month, is it possible that I have to go all the way in vain?" Xiao Qingfeng raised his eyebrows and stared at the disciple guarding the pavilion.

"Xiao...Senior Brother Xiao, it's not that we don't want to keep it for you, it's just that there was an accident. This boxing manual of "Nine Layers of Sea-Suppressing Fist" was just borrowed by someone!"

"You are so brave. Someone dares to snatch the secret book that I, Xiao Qingfeng, have reserved?" A trace of anger flashed in Xiao Qingfeng's eyes, "Didn't you mention my name?"

The disciple guarding the pavilion said with a bitter face: "That man is so arrogant that even the elders guarding the pavilion don't look down on him. I...how can we dare to disobey his wishes!"

"Then you dare to disobey me?" Xiao Qingfeng slammed his palm on the counter and shouted angrily: "Say! Who is this blind guy who dares to steal the boxing records from under my hands, Xiao Qingfeng?"

"Yes... I am a disciple of Xiaozhufeng, and my name is Lingfeng." The disciple guarding the pavilion did not dare to hide anything and answered truthfully.

"Xiao Zhufeng?" Xiao Qingfeng snorted coldly, "Isn't it the peak sect that specializes in getting rid of trash, and its disciples escape to the outer sect within three days? Why, this one hasn't escaped this year?"

"This year is going to be a tough one." The disciple guarding the pavilion said tremblingly, "No...it's not easy to mess with."

"Not easy to mess with?" Xiao Qingfeng's eyes turned cold, "Humph, I want to see how hard this stubble is!"

After saying that, Xiao Qingfeng waved his hand, turned around and walked out of the Scripture Collection Pavilion.

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