The two outer disciples left in anger, and they must have gone to Lingduan to complain.

Wang Xing doesn't care about this. He is now devoted to the secret book on the tenth floor of Tianyong City. Lingduan and other things are not interested in him at all. However, he has not done a task for three consecutive months and will soon deduct another 100 contribution value. It seems that he must do some tasks. Otherwise, if he is expelled from Tianyong City, how can he look at other secret book in the future? For him, it is not difficult to complete the task to obtain contribution value.

After closing the door, Wang Xing heard a blink of an eye outside.

"Come in!"

Wang Xing swept his spiritual sense and found that it was Zheng Xian who came.

"Brother Wang, you're in trouble, you're in trouble." Zheng Xian said as soon as he came in, "I heard your conversation just now. Brother Ling Duan is the second true disciple, and he is extremely powerful. Except for Ling Yue, who is the first true disciple, who can fight with him, the rest of the others are no match for him. If you offend him, how can you stay in Tianyong City in the future? Especially when I heard that Ling Duan is petty and will definitely revenge his grudges, he will definitely not let you go."

"If you don't let it go, don't let it go!" Wang Xing didn't care.

"Brother Wang, you have a bright future, don't give up. Listen to me, go to the mountain peak in Lingduan and ask him for forgiveness. The so-called real man can bend and stretch. It's not too late to find the place when you have achieved success in your cultivation in the future." Zheng Xian could say this, and he definitely regarded Wang Xing as a friend.

"Don't worry, he can't do anything to me." Wang Xing pondered for a moment, but looked at Zheng Xian with a little overwhelming glance.

"Okay, be careful, don't leave Tianyong City recently. By the way, you have to do the task quickly. Next, you have to deduct 300 contributions at one time. This is not a small amount. I recommend it to you, go to Elder Ningdan to help collect herbs, or go to Elder Zhijian to receive some tasks of forging weapons. It is just a bit hard to get so many contributions in a short time." Zheng Xian said again.

"Okay." Wang Xing nodded. He also planned to go to the tenth floor tomorrow to copy the secret book and do the task immediately.

"Then I'll say goodbye." Zheng Xian pondered for a moment.

"Wait a minute, this is a secret book I got by chance. Take it back and read it and return it to me tomorrow morning." Wang Xing threw the secret book of Tianyuan's Heart Method to Zheng Xian, and he had just copied a copy of Tianyuan's Heart Method. This was not needed at first, but he still had to return it tomorrow.

"Ah?" Zheng Xian was stunned, "I can't do it, I can't do it, this is your secret."

But when he looked at his eyes, he was obviously a little eager.

After entering Tianyong City, he already knew the importance of martial arts secrets. A high-level secret book was enough to speed up his cultivation speed several times.

"I can't use it anymore. Just read it yourself. If you can't understand it, just recite it." Wang Xing said lightly, "Okay, I'm going to rest, you can go back!"

"Okay!" Zheng Xian took the secret book, stuffed it into his arms, and immediately said goodbye.

Wang Xing pondered for a moment. The identity of this outer disciple was too restricted. It seemed that he had to become an inner disciple. Otherwise, it would be very easy for Ling Duan to take revenge on him. After all, there are 100,000 outer disciples in Tianyong City, so it is normal to die one or two people. This is not that Wang Xing was afraid of Ling Duan, but that he did not want to cause trouble. At least he had to keep a low profile before he read all the secret books in Tianyong City.

Above a mountain with 10,000-meter mountains, there are misty clouds and mists and ample spiritual energy.

This is the peak of Lingduan and the top ten peaks of Shangsan Mountains. Being able to occupy such a peak is a symbol of identity.

At the top of the mountain, it is a magnificent palace with great momentum. This is the residence of Lingduan. Along the top of the mountain, there are many sword huts around, among which the disciples of Tianyong City who defect to Lingduan. If you count the number of sword huts carefully, it is actually more than a thousand. This shows how powerful Lingduan has in Tianyong City.

"See Senior Brother Lingduan." The two outer disciples said at the same time, with a respectful tone.

"Appoint Wang Xing in the Sword House number 9. He has a super immortal root and deserves this treatment. When he succeeds in his cultivation, he will be able to use it for me. But at that time, maybe I will become the next head of Tianyong City." Ling Duan is 1.8 meters tall, wearing a gorgeous slim brocade robe, long hair shawls, burly figure, clear edges, sharp eyes, and a brilliant spirit.

"Senior brother, then... Wang Xing rejected your invitation." The outer disciple said tremblingly at this time.

"Reject?" Ling Duan suddenly looked up, his eyes like two knives, and a cold breath instantly covered the surroundings for a hundred meters. "No outer disciple dared to refuse my invitation yet. It's really shameless. I'll meet this person in person tomorrow and directly destroy him. Even if he is a super immortal root, he will be unable to turn things around."

"Senior Brother, is this still in Tianyong City?" The outer disciple reminded carefully.

"What's wrong with Tianyong City? Isn't there any death in Tianyong City?" Ling Duan smiled coldly, "Even if a true disciple directly kills an outer disciple, at most it will be locked in a confinement, which can be considered a big deal."

Both outer disciples were shocked. It turned out that the outer disciples were like grass in Tianyong City. Fortunately, they accepted Ling Duan's invitation, otherwise their current fate could be imagined.

On a new day, Wang Xing is in full spirit.

"Brother Wang, I'll give you a secret." Zheng Xian came early in the morning, and with two panda eyes, he probably didn't sleep all night.

"All have you read it?" Wang Xing glanced at Zheng Xian lightly.

"I finished reading it, but... but I only understood the contents of the first two pages. But as you said, I have memorized all the contents behind it. Brother Wang, don't worry, I can see it even if I am stupid. This secret is definitely at the top level. I will definitely keep my mouth shut in the future and will never leak this secret. Even my descendants will not teach it." Zheng Xian knew that this was a big deal and promised.

"It's not that serious. You can practice secretly by yourself. Be careful of being guilty of possessing a treasure." Wang Xing took back the secret book, "I have to go to the Sutra Library, you can practice by yourself!"

"Okay, Brother Wang." Zheng Xian was grateful to Wang Xing, but now he had nothing to repay Wang Xing, so he could only wait for the opportunity in the future.

Wang Xing came to the Sutra Pavilion again and went straight to the tenth floor, and no one noticed him at all.

As he was familiar with the art, Wang Xing began to copy one secret book after another. He was very fast. In a blink of an eye, he copied thirty-four secret books.

In the end, there are three books left, one of which is the Kongming Illusion Sword Technique of Zhenren Zi Yin.

Wang Xing pondered for a moment, and at the same time broke the ban on the last three secret books. The other two were fine, but when he broke the ban outside the Kongming Illusion Sword Technique, a shocking sword energy suddenly emanated from the secret book. The sword energy soared into the sky and rushed away the clouds. On a mountain, a man with a long hair and a young face suddenly opened his eyes.

"Is this... someone broke into the tenth floor of the Sutra Pavilion?"
Chapter completed!