Just as He Xirou and Guan Changkong were waiting for Chixia by sword, Feng Xiaohan was not idle either. He cleared a clearing of the open space under a hidden bamboo forest on Qingzhu Peak.

The uprooted bamboo is still not far away.

Feng Xiaohan practiced the Heart-Slaying Sword three times in his hand. The blue birds and spirit insects in the surrounding bamboo forest were frightened away, and even the air was filled with a cold and solemn atmosphere.

The essence of that set of mountain gate must be revealed in front of Wan Yan's magical powers, and the sword is straightforward and generous, simple and unpretentious.

What he practices now is Wanqiu Sword.

Originally, he wanted to ask Chen Feng what level of cultivation technique this Wanyan magic power was, but at that time he was frightened by Wanqiu Sword Technique and Zhuxin Sword, and forgot it for a while. Now He Xirou didn't know where he went, so he could only temporarily put his questions in his heart and practice the sword first.

The bamboo sword is not as sharp as a real sword, but with the blessing of Feng Xiaohan Wanyan's vitality, it has the hardness that is not inferior to that of an ordinary iron sword.

Starting from the first move of Wanqiu Sword, every move comes to his mind, as if he sees a shadow holding a sword. The long sword turns into heavy light and shadow, and the routes of energy are presented in the form of a slight bright and thin line on the shadow.

Feng Xiaohan cut the raised soil into dust, and finally condensed it together and shot it out.

Unlike He Xirou, he did not turn the smoke and dust into a thread in the sky, but turned into a giant sword, with a majestic momentum and magnificent magnificent.

But the energy consumed by this sword was really amazing, and the streams in Feng Xiaohan's body showed signs of exhaustion.

Feng Xiaohan sat cross-legged on the spot and began to transform into spirits until the bright moon was in the sky and the stars were flashing.

He slowly opened his eyes. At this time, the solemn aura that was filled with scattered, and the birds and spirit insects in the surrounding bamboo forest returned to the mountains and forests, making a heart-warming slight sound.

When he returned to Zizhuyuan, he saw that the garden was closed, and he knew that He Xirou was practicing and transforming into a spirit under Zizhu.

She once harshly reminded that even a slight sound should not be made at this time, otherwise the diner would be asked to stay in the door for three days.

Thinking of her threat, Feng Xiaohan shivered immediately.

He didn't know that He Xirou actually didn't have the ability to keep diners closed. It was a free canteen on Qingzhu Peak. If he stayed in the door for three days, how many disciples from Kuhan would go hungry because they felt sorry for money?

This was just her scare Feng Xiaohan.

Feng Xiaohan wandered around Qingzhu Peak, and by chance he came to a quaint pavilion. The pavilion was three floors high and was a place where disciples often came. No matter how late they were, it was bright all night.

I saw a plaque in front of the pavilion door with three big characters written on it, which was vigorous and powerful.

Bookstore!

The swordsmanship, boxing, body skills and other martial arts in Qingzhu Peak are all included.

Feng Xiaohan thought, since Wanyan's magical power can be imitated instantly and evolved into all kinds of methods, can these martial arts in the library be understood at one time?

When the other disciples in the library saw him enter here, they immediately attracted a lot of attention, and the people who saw him were stunned.

This wild boy actually knows to read books?

So Feng Xiaohan came to a bookshelf under the shocked gaze of the disciples, picked up a book and started reading it.

It seems like an ordinary disciple is about to stay up late to study hard, it seems natural.

Everyone looked at this scene in unison, which made the scene in the library very strange.

The elder of the outer mountain, sitting behind the cabinet at the door, coughed dryly, pulling back all the disciples' thoughts. The disciples turned their heads in unison and continued to study the reading book in their hands.

The elder of the outer mountain shook his head and lowered his head to continue working on his own.

The first book Feng Xiaohan read was called Donghan Palm, which was created by an elder of Changming Sect seven hundred years ago.

Many people have practiced it to this day, but because the direction of Changming Sect's practice belongs to the masculine lineage, the vital energy cultivated is naturally contrary to this martial art that is biased towards the cold attribute, few disciples can practice to the extreme.

As Feng Xiaohan flipped the pages of the book, a misty golden light emitted from his sea of ​​consciousness, brewing and deducing this technique.

After a long time, he closed the books and closed his eyes.

The practice of the cold palm of the winter is very difficult. You sit in the moon every day, your hands are soaked in the bone-thorough cold water, and the vital energy in your body runs in an extremely complex way.

According to the records in the book, after practicing for half a year, I could feel a trace of coolness flowing through the meridians, transporting it to the palm of my palm, and exerting the cold palm power that is as cold as the cold winter.

The moment Feng Xiaohan closed the book, the golden light in the sea of ​​consciousness was also deduced, and the exquisiteness of it was kept in mind.

He closed his eyes and the Mimi stream in front of the Youfu Gate of Dantian began to exude a sensation of heart and spleen, and it instantly penetrated into the meridians. In this hot summer, it made people feel a little cool.

Feng Xiaohan controlled a hint of coldness and was lucky in his palm. He saw a thin layer of white frost gradually appeared in the palm of his palm, emitting a shocking coldness.

Fortunately, he only used a trace of vitality and did not use the Winter Cold Palm with all his strength, otherwise the biting cold wind would inevitably be stirred up in the library, alarming everyone.

The rule of the library is to not make loud noises, causing big noises, and affecting others' reading. When the door is at the door, the sign in front of the cabinet is clearly written.

Guo Mingzhe sternly warned him that he had to abide by the rules on the mountain. He knew that Feng Xiaohan didn't understand what the saying "If there is any violation, deal with the rules!" meant, so he directly told him in a famous way that if he violated the rules, he would come to repair him personally and beat him up.

Feng Xiaohan put the book back on the bookshelf, took another book to quietly comprehend and deduced it in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The scene of the elder of the outer mountain in front of the door was seen and blinked. The winter cold palm was placed at the highest point on the first row of bookshelf, because it was indeed very strong. Every time the new disciples came, they would read a few pages first, only to realize that it was inconsistent with their own skills and could not be connected to the highest level.

Only a very small number of disciples will try it, such as Lou Tingyu.

"He saw the last page and was obviously interested, but he didn't think for a long time to show that he didn't want to practice at all. What kind of medicine is sold in this wild boy's gourd?"

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The second book that Feng Xiaohan got was this sword book, the Eight Swords of the Mountain and Water.

As the name suggests, there are eight styles of sword techniques. Each style represents the famous landscapes in the world. Some are like the sky and the sky are magnificent, while others are like mountain streams. Although the sword posture is small and delicate, it has a unique taste.

The profound meaning of these eight sword moves requires witnessing these eight landscapes in person before you can figure it out. When the disciples of the sect go down the mountain to travel, they will go to these eight places to comprehend the eight swords of mountains and rivers.

So Feng Xiaohan picked up another book "The Eternal Scenery", which depicts all the scenery on earth, and is extremely detailed. He looked page by page, and the golden light in the sea of ​​consciousness outlined those scenery in nothingness, and merged the eight mountains and rivers with the eight swords of the mountains and rivers, allowing him to completely realize the essence of it.

In this way, Feng Xiaohan learned seven martial arts within an hour, and he could integrate them with just a little practice.

Just as he was about to continue reading until he finished reading all the martial arts of these three levels of library, he suddenly felt that the black eyes almost fell to the ground, and his spiritual consciousness was empty. Now he just wanted to fall on the bed and have a good sleep.

"It turns out that Wanyan's magical power is so exhausted. After only a few of them, I have exhausted my energy."

Feng Xiaohan yawned and turned around and left.

The elder of the outer mountain also yawned, shook his head and whispered: "I read seven books, but I didn't stop and meditate on one. Could it be that I just came to gain insight?"
Chapter completed!