Chapter 37: Yellow grade three, rain falling and flying flowers

If it is an enemy weaker than oneself, with this, of course it can be crushed. But if you encounter a strong player, the shortcomings of lack of attack methods and insufficient tactics will be greatly magnified.

Therefore, Chen Feng is very clear that he must practice another martial skill to make up for the lack of offensive methods.

The Grand Tournament of Outer Sect is coming soon, and now every bit of strength is very important to him.

Moreover, it is time to return the Guangming Mahamudra.

According to Qianyuanzong's precepts, the selected martial arts secrets 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 people in the sect.

From the perspective of the sect, martial arts secrets are much more important than ordinary disciples outside the sect.

Chen Feng came to the martial arts pavilion, and the old man responsible for guarding the martial arts 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: "The disciple has seen the grandmaster and uncle."

"Such a long string, is it troublesome for you to call it? Just call me Lao Wu." The elder Taishen rolled his eyes and snorted coldly.

"Yes, Old Chen." Of course Chen Feng didn't dare to call Old Chen.

"You kid, you are pretty good. What are you doing this time?" Old Chen smiled.

"The disciple is here to return the martial arts secret book I borrowed before, and at the same time, I want to borrow another one of a higher level."

Chen Feng said respectfully.

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

"Old Chen, you are absurdly praised." Chen Feng said modestly.

Old Chen didn't show his inner shock, but he didn't think about it, because everyone knew that Chen Feng was Yan Qingyu's disciple.

But the amazing Yan Qingyu who was born out of the sky that year really left a deep impression on them!

They were not surprised at what extent Yan Qingyu's disciples could reach.

In their opinion, it was impossible to surpass Yan Qingyu.

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

Old Chen winked his eyes at him, a bit old-fashioned, "Why don't I remember that you borrowed cheats from the Martial Skill Pavilion? Anyway, I don't have any borrowing records here!"

Chen Feng's heart was clear, knowing that it was Old Chen taking care of himself.

The Guangming Mahamudra is a treasure that can be unearthed endlessly, and there are many secrets in it that he has not penetrated, and it is of course good not to return it.

He hurriedly smiled and said: "Old Chen, you said this, the disciple remembered it, it may be that the disciple had remembered it wrong. This is indeed the first time that the disciple has come to the Wu Ji Pavilion.

"Russ can be taught!"

Old Chen nodded him and laughed.

He waved his hand: "Go in, you can go directly to the third floor."

Chen Feng thanked him and entered the martial arts 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 persisted for less than ten breaths under his tyrannical true Qi.

Although Chen Feng hadn't reached the seventh level at this time, his true energy was pure and majestic, the quality was high, and the quantity was also large, far surpassing the average acquired powerhouse of the seventh level.

After going up 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 cheat books did not exceed one hundred.

Think about it, too, how precious is the third-grade Huang-level technique? If such a third-rank yellow martial skill appeared in the outer world, it would attract various big families to fight for it and set off a **** storm.

The number is certainly not too much.

With the experience of the last time, Chen Feng carefully knocked on the corners of the bookshelves this time to see if there were any interlayers.

After half an hour, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and gave a wry smile.

"Sure enough, such a good thing is enough once. I want to take tricks, but I am a little greedy."

Chen Feng said to himself.

He searched around, but in vain, he stopped making this idea, but began to patiently search for his own application on the shelf.

Outside the martial arts pavilion, Old Chen opened his eyes and said with a smile: "This little guy is really interesting."

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

In the end, he chose a third-rank yellow martial skill.

"Yu Luofei Foil Sword Technique!"

Yuluofei's swordsmanship, the sword walks lightly and swiftly, it condenses into falling flowers with sword aura, which hurts people and is powerful.

At the extreme level, together with the sword power, the heavy rain fell. In the majestic cold rain, ninety-nine-eighty-one sword-qi condensed flowers were flying everywhere, wherever they went, blood splashed.

The scene at the time of the murder was as brilliant as a sky full of flowers, and extremely beautiful.

This is an extremely beautiful swordsmanship that has transformed killing into art.

"You are the one."

Chen Feng took the secret book 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 alcohol. He covered his mouth, coughing violently, and trembling all over his body. The intensity of the cough made people wonder if he would cough out his lungs.

Suddenly, there was a twist on his face, showing pain.

There was blood oozing from the cracks between his fingers covering his mouth.