"Space?" The old man was slightly stunned and asked in confusion: "What do you want to do with the book of space power?" He looked up and down at Ying Chengfeng, his eyes full of confusion, and said: "If I have not read it wrong, your true energy cultivation is at most the eighth level of the warrior, and your spiritual power is slightly stronger, but it is much worse than that of ordinary formal martial arts spirit masters. It is not a good thing to study space power at this time."

The old man's words were quite tactful. If Feng Kuang was present, he would probably point at Ying Chengfeng's nose and scold him for being too ambitious.

However, Ying Chengfeng was suddenly shocked. The old man himself was not strong, but his eyesight was too strong.

Not only can he see his true qi cultivation level, but he also sees that his spiritual power is far superior to Tongji, and even if he is only a little worse than a martial arts master, he can express his words.

Such a character...

Ying Chengfeng’s only feeling at this time was that he had read more and had some advantages in some aspects.

With a light cough, Ying Chengfeng said: "Senior, although I am strong, I cannot study any secret space techniques. I just want to know the method of refining some space props."

This sentence is actually his bottom line. If this old man wants to break the bastard and ask the whole story, he will never reveal a word.

The fewer people know about the Thousand Years Blood Bat King, the better. Not to mention this old man who has never lived, even Feng Kuang, who admires him the most, has never revealed any of his words.

"Space props, oh, it's not spiritual weapons." The old man nodded and murmured.

Ying Chengfeng's body trembled slightly, and he felt a little nervous. As the saying goes, he will make mistakes, but his words still revealed a little.

Most of the thousand-year-old bats can indeed be refined into space bags through mysterious means, but this kind of thing is not a spiritual weapon, but a special tool.

The old man half raised his head and murmured as if he was muttering to himself: "Your cultivation level will definitely not be able to obtain too good things. Even if you accidentally find good things from some special corner, you cannot forge them. Well, you come here to find space books instead of asking the elders in your family that you are willing to hide and don't want to let people know. Moreover, this thing should be created independently by you."

Ying Chengfeng's body became colder and colder, and he felt that the chill was moving backwards from the end of his spine, directly through his forehead.

The monster is the real monster-level existence.

He could infer so many things based on his words, and they were not inferior to the facts.

Although Ying Chengfeng can be regarded as a monster in the eyes of Feng Kuang and others, Ying Chengfeng knew very well that he was absolutely incomparable to the old man in front of him.

This old man once said that he can answer whether it is astronomy, geography, spiritual and martial arts practitioners.

At that time, Ying Chengfeng was a little disdainful, but at this time he had completely believed it.

The old man did not care about Ying Chengfeng's shocked gaze, but gently patted the desktop and said, "I know what books you want, come with me."

Ying Chengfeng hesitated for a moment and said, "Senior, when my parents gave the bamboo card, I once said that I can only stay in the first two rooms in this book, so I dare not leave easily."

The old man laughed and said, "With my husband accompanying you, what are you afraid of?"

Ying Chengfeng always shook his head and smiled without saying a word, but he thought to himself, if someone really discovered you, you might be fine, but I will definitely be in trouble.

As if he felt that he could not resist Ying Chengfeng, the old man shook his head helplessly and said, "Well, you wait, I'll bring you the book." After that, he turned around and walked towards the inside of the book cabinet.

Ying Chengfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he watched his figure leave his sight.

And it was not until this moment that the faint murderous intent hidden in his heart truly began to permeate.

Killing intention is the aura condensed by the strong murderous intent.

This old man is as elves as a ghost and as wisdom as the sea. He can actually find his intentions from his words. If he is allowed to leak it, Ying Chengfeng really doesn't know what to do.

The space bag is something that doesn't even have a seal. If people know that there is such a piece on him, it will probably cause great trouble.

If possible, Ying Chengfeng really wants to bury this secret forever.

However, this thought and this murderous intent just flashed by.

This is the spiritual tower of the Spiritual Pagoda Temple. The origin of the old man is even more mysterious, but one thing is certain that he must have a close relationship with a top boss here, otherwise he would not have dominated the Book Pavilion and no one dared to come.

If such a person suddenly disappears, the consequences will definitely be quite terrifying.

Ying Chengfeng sighed long, and the expression on his face changed for a few times and finally calmed down again.

It’s a blessing or not a disaster, it’s a disaster, I just hope that the situation has not become that bad.

After a moment, the familiar footsteps sounded again.

The old man returned and held two books in his hand. Although these two books were not big, they were definitely not small.

Putting the book in front of Ying Chengfeng, the old man smiled and said, "If I did not make any mistakes, these two books should be able to solve your doubts. But..." He paused and said, "I can take out the book, but I can't let you take it away. You can only read it here."

Ying Chengfeng stood up, bowed deeply to the old man, and said, "It is already an honor for me to be able to watch here. Thank you for your senior."

The old man waved his hand and said, "You don't have to thank me. I'm just giving you a favor."

Ying Chengfeng smiled bitterly and said in his heart, I have any favors for you, are those two brain teasers really so important to you?

He lowered his head and glanced across these two books, and his heart suddenly jumped.

"Material selection and forging methods for low-level space props", "Basic theory of space attributes".

These two books are indeed what he needs most at the moment, especially the second one, which seems to have nothing to do with forging the Thousand-Year Blood Bat King, but Ying Chengfeng knew that since the Blood Bat King had the power of space, it would be no harm to know a little about this knowledge by himself.

At least, when his knowledge system in space is richer, the success rate of forging space bags will be higher.

Zhiling is indeed the most magical life in the world, with unparalleled powerful computing power. However, all of this computing power is based on a huge and rich database. If there is insufficient data, even if its computing power is a hundred times stronger, it will not have a correct result.

After picking up two books, Ying Chengfeng flipped silently.

This time, because outsiders were present, Ying Chengfeng deliberately slowed down his speed while flipping. However, no matter how he pretended, he could maintain the normal reading speed of ordinary people.

The old man sat quietly beside him, picked up a book, looked at it with his head shaking, as if he had not paid any attention to the young man beside him.

But in fact, at least half of the old man's energy was invested in Ying Chengfeng.

He is quite familiar with the two books he brought. Although it is impossible to memorize them from beginning to end, he can estimate the content of this page just by looking at which page Ying Chengfeng turns roughly.

He was also curious about doing this, wanting to know what good baby was snatching in Ying Chengfeng's hands.

This is also human nature. Maybe he has no intention of plundering, but this curiosity has caused some trouble to Ying Chengfeng.

However, what disappointed the old man was that Ying Chengfeng's speed of reading books was always maintained at a stable frequency.

Almost as soon as a normal person reads a page, he will immediately turn over. Even if he sometimes gets a little faster and sometimes gets a little slower, there will not be much difference.

This always stable speed made him unable to figure out what the real purpose of winning the Wind was.

In fact, although there are all kinds of wonderful species in this world, not many people have the power of space attributes. As he said, if some things with too high rank are deducted, there will definitely not be many types that can be used by Ying Chengfeng.

However, Ying Chengfeng always had no expression when he flipped through the page, and even the expression in his eyes did not fluctuate at all. Even when he flipped through several species speculated by the old man, he flipped by indifferently.

Such an attitude is simply impossible to judge whether he has ever been interested in this thing.

Perhaps, this young man is interested in everything, but not particularly interested in anything.

After a long time, Ying Chengfeng closed the book, and he closed his eyes slightly, as if he was recalling something.

Finally, he opened his eyes, bowed deeply to the old man, and said, "Thank you for your kind gift."

The old man raised his head, looked away from the books in his hand, and said with a smile: "Have you found what you want?"

"No." Ying Chengfeng shook his head slightly and said, "I just read it casually. Maybe it was missing, but I didn't find the answer."

In fact, one of the books does record the records of the Thousand Years of Blood Bat King, and there is a detailed method of forging. Ying Chengfeng just glanced at it and immediately copied all the things recorded on it.

However, he controlled the entire process quite cleverly.

Especially the time I read these pages was quite moderate, and it did not arouse any suspicion from the old man.

In addition to strong and good psychological factors, Zhiling's control over time cannot be ignored.
Chapter completed!