"I'll talk about it after dinner." Leng Fei said.

Jiang Yingyu said: "Go and look for it first, it will be done whenever you want."

"Then I'll have a hard time with my senior sister." Leng Fei said with a smile.

Jiang Yingyu shook her head and smiled.

Now he has returned to his gentle appearance, no longer his previous domineering and strongness, and it seems that he is just two people.

People around him kept looking at him with strange eyes. Cheng Mang had a great reputation, and everyone in Jingxuecheng knew about it.

Now I have been taught a lesson by this little disciple who has just entered the palace, which is simply scary news.

Leng Fei ignored the eyes around him, left Jiang Yingyu, left Jingxue City, and walked up to the sea of ​​flowers.

Flowers bloom everywhere, colorful and charming.

After passing through the paths among the flowers, we came to a towering stone hall.

This stone palace is only half the size of Jingxue Palace, but it is also a giant, like a monster entrenched.

Jiang Yingyu took out the jade pendant the size of a palm on his waist, and the gentle luster flowed, and handed it to the old man in front of the stone palace.

The old man took the jasper pendant and waved his hand.

Leng Fei also handed him the jade pendant on his waist. This was what Jiang Yingyu gave him on the road just now, and it was his identity jade plaque.

When the two entered the stone hall, a unique fragrance of books suddenly filled the sky.

Leng Fei tried his best to make a calm look.

Standing in the center of the hall, you can see that the hall has nine floors in total, each floor is filled with bookshelf, and the shelves are full of books.

He was like a poor man who saw a treasure and wanted to pounce on him and roll on the books and shout.

"You can read the books here casually, regardless of whether you are in the lower palace or in the upper palace. However, if you read the secret book deeply, you can't understand it at all, and you are confused." Jiang Yingyu lowered his voice: "As for the books about dragons, follow me."

Leng Fei nodded slightly.

Jiang Yingyu stepped on the stone steps and walked to a corner of the fourth floor. He pointed to the high shelf and said, "There are all books about dragons here, but they are all about catching wind and shadows. There are very few people in the world who have really seen dragons. It is said that the emperor and the prince may have seen them, but it is impossible for the rest."

Leng Fei nodded absent-mindedly, came to the bookshelf, and began to look through it.

Jiang Yingyu smiled and said, "If you are hungry, go down to find food. Do you have money?"

"Yes." Leng Fei replied as he flipped the book.

Jiang Yingyu said, "If you have anything, go find me, and I will live east of you."

"Okay." Leng Fei continued to flip the book.

Jiang Yingyu smiled and left gently.

Leng Fei was trapped in the ocean of books, immersed in it and could not extricate himself.

He has been looking forward to this opportunity for eighteen years. For the past eighteen years, he has been trying to find famous sects, inherit in an orderly and systematic manner.

The martial arts in this world are so prosperous, far more subtle and mysterious than the physics and mathematics in previous lives. Tens of thousands of years of careful research have condensed infinite wisdom.

With just a few secret books, he could not become a top master. If he lacks knowledge, he has no foundation. No matter how high his understanding is, he cannot be born out of thin air.

He forgot to eat and sleep, and almost stayed in Musashi Temple.

He finished reading this shelf about Long in one breath. It was two days later. He didn't eat or drink for two days and two nights without feeling sleepy.

There is no difference between day and night in Musashi Temple, and it is open day and night. As long as you stay inside, no one will care about the books.

In the evening, he dragged his body to a restaurant, which was the restaurant that had previously been to Cheng Mang.

I ate a table of dishes like a wind blowing over the clouds, filled my stomach and then slowly drank, looking at the scenery outside the window.

When you look up, you will see the mountain view, and when you look down, you will see the prosperous crowd. The mountain view is quiet and the crowd is noisy. Sitting here and drinking is indeed a great enjoyment.

But he was thinking about the Nine Dragons Locking Heaven Art.

After reading for two days and two nights, he did not waste his time and had a deeper understanding of dragon nature. He couldn't help but visualize the picture of the dragon cloth rain in his mind.

A strong impulse surged out.

He quickly put down his wine glass and wanted to go back to practice.

"Stop!" A sudden shout rang out.

Leng Fei turned his head and looked.

Cheng Mang and a rough young man went up the stairs and strode to the stars.

Leng Fei frowned and looked at the four people, his eyes fell on the rough young man, and then looked at Cheng Mang again, and said impatiently: "Senior Brother Cheng is bringing reinforcements? If you can't beat him, you will find someone. Is it a childish style?"

"Leng Fei, do you know this Senior Brother Yang?" Cheng Mang said coldly.

Leng Fei looked at the rough young man and said calmly: "If you can be used by Senior Brother Cheng and use it as a sword, you must be of extraordinary origin. Is it the relative of a disciple of the Shanggong Palace?"

The rough young man said proudly: "Let's go down to Yang Ruohai!"

Leng Fei shook his head: "I am a newcomer and ignorant. I don't know which disciple I have to do with?"

Yang Ruohai said proudly: "Why do I need to use my relationship with Yang Ruohai? You, a little disciple of practicing martial arts, want to make a fuss. It's a joke. This is Jingxue Palace!"

Leng Fei sneered with a "sneer", glanced at him and said, "After that, you have something to do with which disciple in the upper palace? You are too proud of yourself. It's just the Eighth Tower. If it weren't for the relationship with that disciple in the upper palace, Cheng Mang would use you?"

"It's true that Junior Brother Cheng is right!" Yang Ruohai turned his head and looked at Cheng Mang, shook his head and said, "If you don't teach you a lesson today, do you think there is no one in our Jingxue Palace!"

Leng Fei said: "You are not very angry, you can represent Jingxue Palace by yourself. Could it be that you are still the young palace lord of Jingxue Palace?!"

"It's the younger lord's younger brother." The onlooker lowered his voice, which was so slightest, but Leng Fei heard it.

"Oh—?" Leng Fei suddenly realized and said coldly: "It turns out to be the younger brother of the Young Palace Master. No wonder he is so stupid. He stands up for others without knowing the details... Has he been praised by Cheng Mang for a few words, and then a few more excitement, you will be passionate and feel that you have the responsibility to teach me a lesson for Jingxue Palace? With a foolish brother like you, you really blush for the Young Palace Master!"

Every sentence he said was like a knife, piercing into Yang Ruohai's heart.

People around him were secretly shocked. They knew that it was the younger brother of the young palace master, and they dared to scold Yang Ruohai so boldly. Could this kid be crazy?

Leng Feiru escaped from Qingyu City with a broken dog, and his absurdity and anger completely aroused his domineeringness and strength.

After leaving Qingyu City, it was like a sword unsheathed, shining with cold light.

Since this world is speaking with martial arts, and you have divine power and suppress the Qi training man, why should you be gentle and calm?

If someone doesn't provoke him, he will stop. If he wants to provoke him, he will take the initiative to attack for the sake of force and launch a thunderous attack.

Since Yang Ruohai decided to stand up for Cheng Mang, it would be useless to beg for mercy and was destined to offend him.

Since you want to offend, why wait for him to insult yourself? It is better to take action first.

Yang Ruohai stared at him, his face turned red and white, changing.

Leng Fei didn't look at him, and glanced at Cheng Mang: "The so-called Jingxue Palace genius, you have the ability to do this? If you can't beat him, find someone, provoke right and wrong, and use a knife to kill people. Despicable and shameless people. What a bullshit genius, it's a big joke! You might as well find a piece of tofu yourself to kill him, so as not to shame Jingxue Palace!"

Cheng Mang glared at him angrily: "Leng Fei, you are looking for death!"

"Occuring you is asking for death? Do you want to kill me? My classmates are ill-fated and murderous. A person like you, who is not right in your mind, is actually a genius from Jingxue Palace? It's simply a shame to Jingxue Palace!"

"Ah--!" Cheng Mang roared and was about to pounce on him.

"Junior Brother Cheng!" Yang Ruohai waved his hand.

Cheng Mang was extremely afraid of Yang Ruohai, so he stopped and suppressed his anger, feeling that his anger was about to burn him.

Yang Ruohai's voice was cold: "Leng Fei, sharp teeth, sharp mouths are useless. This world is about using martial arts to speak. If you are so arrogant when practicing the spirit, you deserve a beating!"
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