Wang Fan was ecstatic by the book of cultivation.

These books are not ancient books, many of them are printed materials, but these books are priceless for Wang Fan, and there are also some notes in many books.

Wang Mo fully utilized his rote memory skills and read them quickly.

Of course, Wang Stupid is not a waste of time. He judged the value of some books from the wear and tear of some books. The greater the wear, the greater the value. Therefore, Wang Stupid's waste is also very targeted...

......

"Wang Stupid, Wang Stupid, come here!" Just as Wang Stupid was reading forgot to myself, Shi Xiaobao's excited voice came from outside.

"What's wrong?" Wang St could only put down the book because he knew Shi Xiaobao's personality. If he didn't go out, he would keep calling this, and he would never give up until the sea was gone.

"Look!"

Shi Xiaobao raised a small knife with a cold light towards Wang Fan.

"Damn it, it's just a knife, is it necessary to make a fuss?" Wang Dao scolded.

"No, no, stupid brother, look!"

Shi Xiaobao pinched his two fingers like a treasure, and the knife in his hand turned into seven swords, like an open fan.

"Hey, it's a bit weird."

Wang Mo took the knife from Shi Xiaobao's hand and looked surprised.

The seven or eight swords were exactly the same, cold and bone-thin, as thin as a cicada's wings, with both sides being sharp and extremely sharp. When they were stacked together, they immediately turned into a knife. The workmanship was extremely exquisite and integrated, and there was no gap in the naked eye. The most magical thing was that as long as the tail was slightly wrong, the originally seamless blade body immediately turned into seven swords.

"Brother Stupid, this knife is strange." Shi Xiaobao said with great enthusiasm.

"Yes, it's just...what is the point of splitting this knife into seven?"

Wang Mo staggered the seven-handed handfuls one by one, carefully checked and compared them, and found that the seven-eight-handed blades had slight concaves that were inaccurate, and these concaves could just make the other knife fit into a whole.

Wang Fan tested again and found that the knife was extremely willful and could immediately return to its original state after being bent into a semicircle, with amazing elasticity.

Intuition tells Wang Mo that this sharp knife must have a special purpose.

"Try to see if this knife is sharp?" Shi Xiaobao was excited to find a suitable target to test the knife.

"Yes. There is a Three Kingdoms on the coffee table."

"Hehe, this book is thick enough."

Shi Xiaobao laughed and picked up a knife. Without saying a word, he just chopped it onto the book.

Wang Fan and Shi Xiaobao were both petrified.

The three kingdoms, with two fingers thick, were chopped into two pieces by a knife as thin as a cicada's wings, and the cross section was neat.

If the book was just chopped off, Shi Xiaobao and Wang Fan would not have had such a big reaction. The main reason was that Xiaodao also cut off a corner of the coffee table under the book. You should know that the coffee table was hard solid wood.

"So sharp!"

Wang St gasped and checked the blade. The blade was unscathed and curled at all.

"There are strange and weird!" Shi Xiaobao took a knife from Wang St and checked it over and over again, trying to find out the secret.

"Huh...Xiaobao, have you noticed that the knife is thick in front and thin in the back!" Wang St said to the light.

"Yes, I also found that there was a heavy feeling in front of me..."

"Haha, I know the purpose of this knife!" Wang St suddenly laughed.

"I know too!" Shi Xiaobao danced.

"Let's talk about three, two, one!"

"Flying Knife!"

Wang Fan and Shi Xiaobao said in unison.

"Gagahahahahahahaha..." Wang Fan and Shi Xiaobao laughed proudly.

"What's wrong?" Han Bing, wearing a thick bathrobe, rubbed his hair out of the bathroom with a dry towel. Seeing the two of them laughing strangely, he asked curiously.

"Hehe, we found the baby." Shi Xiaobao raised the knife in his hand and shook it in the air.

"If you like it, take it. Most of the things in this villa are from Wu Zijian, and I have no use. If you like it, just take it."

"Really?" Shi Xiaobao's eyes were like lanterns.

"Really." Han Bing smiled.

"Hahaha... It's great, it's great, stupid brother, don't fight with me, this flying knife is mine... No no... We brothers have one fight, you three, I four, hehe..."

"I don't need it. If you like it, take it. Besides, this flying knife is a set. If it is separated and closed, it will not be that full."

"Wow... Thank you Brother Stupid, Brother Stupid, I'll accept it with a smile... Wait, I have to give this flying knife a majestic name... The majestic name... Li Xiao Li Fei Dao, Brother Stupid, is Li Xiao Li Fei Dao powerful?" Shi Xiaobao smiled so hard that he couldn't stop.

"......prestige."

"It's still not good. The owner of Xiao Li Feidao is Li Xunhuan. My surname is Shi, so my name is Xiao Shi Feidao." Shi Xiaobao murmured to himself.

"Xiaoshi Flying Knife..." Wang Mo looked like he was defeated.

"Hehe, Xiaoshi's flying knife is catchy, quite good, so I decided that the name of these seven flying knives is Xiaoshi's flying knife... Xiaoshi's flying knife is not a false appearance! Shi Xiaobao's flying knife is fast and accurate, specializing in treating bad people; all the bad elements in the martial arts world are all brave. Shi Xiaobao is also known as Liuru Gongzi, one, greedy for alcohol and life; two, jealous of evil as enemies; three, love friends as yourself; four, squander money as earth; five, scattering sword as flying; six, treating death as if home. The elegant Xiaoshi often breaks the hearts of the world for brotherhood..."

"The whole world's beautiful people's hearts are broken...Puchi..." Wang Fan couldn't help but squirt out.

"Smile, I will make all women in the world fall in love with me Shi Xiaobao!"

Shi Xiaobao glared at Wang St, took out a chopping board from the kitchen, took off the majestic landscape painting in the living room and threw it into a ball in the trash can, hung the chopping board, and began to prepare to practice flying knives.

"Brother Bao, this is an ancient painting!" Wang St picked up the landscape painting from the trash can with a look of distress.

"Ancient paintings... I'm giving them to you."

Take it!

Shi Xiaobao was too lazy to take a look. He tried his best to slam a flying knife at the chopping board hanging on the wall. The flying knife turned into a stream of light and stared at the wall at least half a foot away from the chopping board. It made a buzzing trembling sound, giving people a thrilling feeling.

Looking at the flying knife nailed to the wall, Wang Mo, who was originally going to make fun of Shi Xiaobao, suddenly had a petrified face.

Like Wang St, Shi Xiaobao also had a petrified face.

Even Han Bing, who was blowing his hair with a hair dryer, looked dull.

The flying knife on the wall has nowhere to reach the hilt.

It's so incredible.

After a while, Shi Xiaobao carefully pulled the knife out of the wall, and the blade was still like a pool of autumn water. The blade was unscathed and shining with a heart-pounding cold light.

"I found the treasure!"

Shi Xiaobao gently stroked the cold blade with an obsession.

"I've found the treasure...I'll go and see it..."

Wang Stiru woke up from a dream and rushed to the study room to search, hoping to find the good things left by Wu Zijian and his son.

"What are you looking for?" Han Bing asked after he followed in.

"Look at it casually."

"Is it something to cultivate the truth?"

"Ah..." Wang St's expression suddenly frozen. He didn't expect that Han Bing knew about cultivation.

"Zi Jian was very good to me at the beginning. After he started practicing, his anger became more and more violent, and his personality became more and more violent... After that, we divorced..." Han Bing looked sad.

"Oh..." Wang St didn't know how to answer.

"Wang Fan, I advise you not to practice the truth. Those books will make people's temperament change..."

"It's okay, I'm just studying it, and I can't talk about a cultivator." Wang Fan said perfunctorily.

"Wang Stupid, I'll show you something."

"oh."

Wang Fan followed Han Bing to the second floor. After entering the bedroom, he pressed a button under the vase, and a wall slowly moved, revealing a secret room.

The moment the door slowly opened, Wang Fan felt a thrill of scalp, as if a yin and cold air was circling in the secret room.

"He has practiced here for a while. Look."

Han Bing looked back at Wang Fan and signaled him to look at the surrounding walls.

Above the walls are some mottled black marks, which are shocking.

"Blood?!" Wang Fan's back felt cold inexplicably.

"Yes, blood. He often goes crazy when he practices, so he built this solid secret room to lock himself up for practice, for ten days and half a month, and for several months."

"Come out for several months?" Wang Fan couldn't stop talking. He couldn't imagine what it would be like if a person didn't eat for several months.

"Yes."

"What did he eat?"

"He doesn't eat anything, he only wants jade... You see, he bought these jades because he spent money to buy too many ancient jades, and he was unwilling to manage his business, and New Oriental Martial Arts School was unable to make ends meet... In the end, his personality became more and more irritable, and he beat and scolded him at any time..."
To be continued...