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Chapter 424: The mysterious administrator of books

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    "Why are you looking at me like this? This matter is also good for you. Anyway, everyone has come in now, why don't you quickly choose a secret book and save some losses?"

    Looking at the gloomy face of Wudu Boy, Yang Feng raised his eyebrows and signaled to her.

    The Five Poison Boy snorted and left angrily, but he was soon attracted by the dazzling array of secret books in front of him, and his eyes shone.

    This Yudian Pavilion is the place where the Holy Fire Sect has passed down its skills and collections since ancient times, including various spells and combat techniques.

    When Yang Feng and the others walked in here, it was as if they had entered a department store, and their eyes were dazzled.

    Although many of the jade slips here are covered with a thick layer of dust because they have not been taken care of for a long time, this does not affect their world-famous value.

    It can be said that any skill here, thrown to the outside world, can make a group of martial arts heroes break their heads.

    After Yang Xiaoyi walked around the bottom of the first floor tower, he also held two jade slips with excitement and said: "Third brother, look, third-grade high-level combat skills, this is third-level high-level combat skills. In the past,  Our family only has first-grade combat skills, and I never thought that one day I would be able to obtain third-grade combat skills. It¡¯s like a dream.¡±

    With tears in his eyes, Yang Xiaoyi's heart was racing.

    Yang Feng glanced at him, rolled his eyes helplessly, and sighed: "Second brother, please, you are now the War Emperor, don't be such a bumpkin, okay? The combat skills and techniques are all at level 12, and the combat skills at level 3  For masters, it¡¯s like throwing it on the street and no one will pick it up, right? In some wealthy families, third-grade combat skills are used for enlightenment of children. As a war emperor, if you see a jade slip with third-grade combat skills, you will  It¡¯s so embarrassing to be so excited.¡±

    "Uhyeah, I forgot, I'm already the War Emperor. But I really dreamed of these third-grade combat skills before, and now I finally get them, it's a bit rude, hehehe!"

    Yang Xiaoyi scratched his head in embarrassment and couldn't help laughing.

    Yang Feng patted his shoulder lightly and said solemnly: "Second brother, you are now a master. Show off some of the master's style and have a high vision. At least I don't want any combat skills below the tenth rank. If you have this kind of  Momentum, you know?¡±

    "Huh? No need for those below tenth rank?"

    "Yes, you are now at the pinnacle of cultivators. You are the Emperor of War. How can you look at those rubbish techniques anymore? You have to pay attention to your own taste! What you are representing now is not yours alone.  You are a senior member of our Yang family, the second master of the Yang family. You must be noble and not be as stingy as before. We want the best in everything, do you understand?"

    "UhI know, I'm going to look for advanced techniques now."

    Hearing his words, Yang Xiaoyi nodded hurriedly and went to search for those skills again.

    If it¡¯s not available on the first floor, go to the second floor. If it¡¯s not available on the second floor, go to the third floor

    Yang Feng was also wandering around in this tower, looking at these spells that others only dreamed of, curling his lips in disdain, "trash."

    So, just like this, Wudu Boy and Yang Xiaoyi were looking for suitable exercises for their cultivation in the tower, while Yang Feng was like an art connoisseur, pointing out everything here.

    ¡°Anyway, these techniques are not popular in his eyes.

    Slowly, Yang Feng reached the end of the eighth floor of the White Tower. Seeing that there was no way out, he immediately turned around and left, the disdain on his lips almost reaching the sky.

    "What is the treasure house of the Holy Fire Sect's classics? I've seen the twelfth-level spells, but I haven't found a way to unlock the Black Soul Seal. Are those two old guys bluffing me?"

    "You said you want to unlock the Black Soul Seal?"

    Suddenly, a soft drink sounded, and Yang Feng couldn't help but be startled. He turned around and saw that at some point, another staircase leading to the top floor appeared behind him. A young man in his twenties with a smile on his face stared closely at him.  He kept looking at him, looking quite friendly.

    Strange, was there a road here just now?  Why did he appear all of a sudden and a person appeared?  Isn't it forbidden for outsiders to enter here?  Even people from the Holy Fire Cult are not allowed in, so how did he get in?

    Yang Feng couldn¡¯t help but be stunned. His face was filled with confusion. Youyou stepped forward and said, ¡°Who are you? How did you get in? Private intrusion is prohibited here. Don¡¯t you know?¡±

    "I am the administrator of the classics here, and I am in charge of the classics here."

    Smiling slightly, the man said lightly: "You are"

    "Oh, I am the new classics transporter here. This place is going to be demolished, and the classics have to be transported elsewhere for storage. You are temporarily unemployed. You don't have to go to work tomorrow. Do you understand?"

      "Oh, that's it. That's good, I'm tired too, hehehe."

    With a chuckle, the man nodded, his eyes sparkling. He had already seen Yang Feng's nonsense, but he didn't mind.

    After Yang Feng took a deep look at him, he rolled his eyes and asked again: "By the way, you just said you know how to remove the Black Soul Seal?"

    "If you want to solve the black soul seal, you won't find the answer here. Come upstairs with me."

    Smiling slightly, the man walked upstairs very gracefully. He didn't look like a part-time worker at all. He was even more elegant than the two Dharma Kings, the Poison King and the Corpse King.

    Yang Feng glanced at him suspiciously and followed closely. When he arrived at the ninth floor of the tower, he suddenly saw bright lights and figures inside, silently looking at the books in their hands, concentrating.

    But the moment Yang Feng appeared, they all stared straight at him. The eyes were full of fierceness, which immediately startled him.

    What¡¯s going on? Why are they all looking at me like that?

    The eyes of those people were like sharp swords, as if they wanted to see through Yang Feng. There was no expression on their faces, cold and solemn.

    Yang Feng took a rough look at these people and felt that they seemed to have no life at all and looked cold, which made him even more suspicious.

    "And the Poison King clearly said that no one is allowed to come in or out here, but why did so many people come out at once? Looking at it, including the administrator of the classics, there were thirty-seven people.

    Yaya, damn, that Poison King lied to me. This is obviously a public library. Why is it not open to the public? Isn¡¯t this a very debauched library?

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    At this time, the administrator of the classics clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Everyone put down the classics in your hands and come here. This gentleman is here to find the solution to the Black Soul Seal. Can any of you help him solve his doubts?"

    "Soul regeneration?"

    Upon hearing this, a middle-aged man with a mustache closed the book in his hand angrily, gritted his teeth and said: "Isn't this bastard still dead? He must have been reborn using the soul transfer method. Damn it,  snort!"

    "Ouyang, don't be too excited. It's been a hundred years, can't you let go?"

    Hearing his words, an old woman in her fifties shouted lightly.

    When Ouyang heard this, he couldn't help but sigh. He shook his head and stopped talking.  Then the old woman looked at another man with a black beard and a beard, and said calmly: "Hun Tianfang, you created the black soul seal. You can solve it."

    "What? He created the Black Soul Seal? So that means he is the Ghost King's master?"

    Upon hearing this, Yang Feng immediately looked at the black-bearded man in surprise and said: "Hey, brother, how do you usually take care of your apprentice? Your apprentice is killing people and setting fires outside, destroying lives, and why don't you clean up the house?  Are you too irresponsible? I despise you!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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