Chapter 31 Another He Yiming

The books here are too precious. If one is really damaged, even Zhuo Shengfeng will feel unbearable.

So he deliberately made way out and let the other party escape, but he had absolute confidence. As long as the other party really escaped from this room, he would definitely be able to intercept him halfway.

At this time, his claws were already full of true energy, and suddenly emitted, which was even more unstoppable.

He Yiming's body in mid-air paused for a moment, as if a pair of invisible hands had tied his body firmly.

But he was not panicked. When his wrists shook, the two wooden boxes suddenly flew behind him.

The sneer on Zhuo Shengfeng's face suddenly froze, and his anger broke out in his heart. It turned out that when this person was leaving, he did not forget to take away the two secret books. It was really too much to deceive others.

He let go of his hand, led the void and moved the two wooden boxes to a corner. However, a flower followed in front of him, and two wooden boxes hit him like a scattered face.

Zhuo Shengfeng's face turned pale. How many secrets did the other party take away?

He secretly swore in his heart that once the other party was captured and the poisonous fangs were removed, he would definitely not survive or die.

With a sweep of his wrist, a soft force was released, pulling the two wooden boxes away, but this time he was prepared, I was afraid that the other party would not have only four secret books.

A black light flashed in the corner of his eyes, and he thought to himself, indeed.

However, this time when he stretched out his hand, he suddenly realized something was wrong. What quickly grew in his eyes was not a wooden box, but a dark fork sword.

When the fork sword appeared, it was silent, like a poisonous snake lurking in the dark. At the last moment, it spit out a snake letter, revealing its fangs, and biting it hard at him.

Zhuo Shengfeng's heart was shaking. He felt the powerful force from this sword. The sharp and sharpness even made him feel a little bit facing death.

Since he was promoted to Venerable and went into seclusion here, he has not encountered this feeling for hundreds of years.

His eyes suddenly sank, and a white light suddenly floated from his right hand and condensed into a long sword.

The tip of the sword was raised, and a crisp "ding" sound was made, picking the fork sword like a poisonous snake.

However, Zhuo Shengfeng did not have any joy in his heart. He even had to use weapons to deal with a person who was not a venerable. He was so embarrassed that he had to throw his weapons into his grandma's house.

But for some reason, when he saw this sudden fork sword, his sense of danger increased greatly, and he almost used weapons without thinking.

Just as he picked up the fork sword, He Yiming, who was originally imprisoned in front, suddenly exerted his force. While Zhuo Shengfeng's energy was mostly concentrated on the fork sword, his true energy suddenly burst out, shaking open the imprisonment force, and rushing out of another gate like a flying.

Zhuo Shengfeng snorted coldly, trembled, and then chased after him.

The moment he left the door, he glanced at the corner of his eyes and swept past the fork sword.

He couldn't understand why he was suddenly so careful about this inconspicuous fork sword, as if he was a more terrifying existence than the man in black.

Before he was promoted to Venerable, he had fought with the Fork Sword Assassin of the Huangquan Gate, but he never felt the same.

At the same time, he also felt incomprehensible about the man in black in front of him.

In his memory, this fork sword is their second life for the fork sword killers.

The sword is there, and the sword is lost and the person is killed. This is almost something engraved in the bones of these killers. But at the critical moment, the other party threw the sword out as a hidden weapon without hesitation. This practice was also beyond his expectations.

However, at this moment, he no longer cared about so much, and disappeared into the room as the figure flashed.

After they all left, the fork sword on the ground suddenly moved unexpectedly. It turned into a water stain and quickly flowed out of the door, disappearing into the room along the dim corner.

The two of them rushed out like two arrows away from the strings, and instantly arrived at the first floor from the fifth floor, and then ran out from the entrance of a certain tower.

The tower has twelve entrances, and it was already dark at this time, but at each entrance there were a disciple guarding the Ninth and Three Internal Power Levels of the Eighth Levels of the Internal Power Levels.

They all faced forward, looked ahead with bright eyes, and suddenly felt something strange behind them. Before they could react to what had happened, the four people at the entrance felt their necks tightened, and then flew out toward the rear like clouds and fog.

As soon as they exclaimed, they felt that someone was gently pushing the vest, and then stood firmly.

From beginning to end, they didn't even know what happened. In the blink of an eye, they had left their original position and stood in the middle of the tower.

The four people looked at each other, and a cold air rushed straight into the brain along the spine.

Then, they heard a sharp long roar from outside the tower.

This long roar broke through the silent night sky and made the entire Lingxiao Palace boil.

Jin Zhanxian jumped up like a spring installed under his butt. He jumped out of the door and glanced at He Yiming's room.

There, there was a mechanical rhythmic sound of breaking through the air.

Last night, Jin Zhan witnessed He Yiming performing the first few moves of the 36th style of Kaishan last night, so even with his eyes closed, he knew that the young strong man in the room was constantly exerting from the first style to the twenty-third style.

However, during this time of use, He Yiming did not use his internal strength, but simply used these moves continuously.

Starting from the first form to the twenty-third form, then starting from the first form, this cycle seems to be endless.

Although Jin Zhanzhan did not understand the benefits of practicing like this, when he reached their level, everyone had different cultivation methods that were specifically suitable for him, so Jin Zhanzhan did not mean to disturb the other party's cultivation.

But at this moment he heard the long whistle like a warning, he hesitated for a moment and said, "Brother He."

The sound of fists and feet inside stopped, and then He Yiming's unhappy voice came: "Brother Jin, what's the matter?"

Jin Zhan obviously heard the dissatisfaction in this voice, which was the inevitable reaction of anyone being interrupted during his cultivation. He even believed that if he hadn't spoken, he would have been afraid that He Yiming would turn against him on the spot.

With a wry smile, Jin Zhanzhan said, "Brother He, someone invaded our Lingxiao Palace. Uncle Zhuo has already chased him personally. Are you interested in going there?"

He Yiming's voice rang without hesitation: "Brother Jin, I'm not interested."

After saying that, there was another sound of fists and feet breaking through the air. He actually started practicing again, clearly not wanting to pay attention to foreign affairs.

Jin Zhan Zhan shook his head slightly, he rose up, and the person was in mid-air, stepped out with one foot, and the space around him quickly pulled closer in front of him. When he landed on the ground, he was already dozens of feet away.

However, he didn't know that although the person in the room was He Yiming, the expression on He Yiming's face was extremely stiff.

I don’t know how long it took, a piece of water stain flowed out of the crack of the door. These water stains came into the room and rushed towards He Yiming.

He Yiming stopped fists and feet, and his eyes moved down. One of his feet suddenly disappeared, and the water stains came to the gap under his feet, and they absorbed it up, completing his feet.

Then, he raised his head, his eyes lit up, shining like a little sun.

On the other side of the tower, the Qilian two demons stood up almost at the same time. Their eyes looked towards the roaring place, and there was a thrilling excitement inside.

Another old man's voice suddenly rang: "What are you going to do? Don't forget that this is the Lingxiao Palace, not our blessing in the world. Don't go out to cause trouble."

The Qilian two demons looked at each other and sat down helplessly.

The great demon said in a deep voice: "Master, listen to the whistle, it seems that someone is asking for help."

Although each sect has different signals of seeking help, most of them are almost the same.

The old man nodded slowly and said, "Yes, this is the whistle of asking for help and warning from Lingxiao Palace, and the one who made this whistle was still a venerable."

"Venice?" Qilian's two demons looked at each other and saw the horror in the other's eyes.

Even the Venerable whistles asking for help are too unacceptable.

The old man frowned and he chanted a few names gently in his mouth. But soon, these names were cut off by him.

Although these people were powerful masters who were famous hundreds of years ago, the old man firmly believed that they would never come to provoke Lingxiao Palace.

After a long time, the old man sighed deeply and said, "The West is in chaos, can it be that the Western Venerables are not..."

After Zhuo Shengfeng's long roar sounded, the entire tower was also sensational.

Although no one knows how many old monsters of the venerable level are in the Lingxiao Palace, these old guys recognize Zhuo Shengfeng's voice.

Because he is the venerable guarding the arsenal, although his cultivation is not among these strong people, his responsibility is the most important.

Just a few moments of breath, several figures flashed past the gate of the arsenal. They entered the arsenal and saw the disarray in the library at a glance. Everyone's faces became a little ugly.

Two of them looked at each other, and they turned around and left without saying a word.

The rest of the people opened another door with magical weapons. These people breathed a sigh of relief. At least the magical weapons did not suffer any losses.

During the subsequent sorting, they also found that although most of the wooden boxes had been moved, the books inside were intact, which was a great blessing in disguise.

But Xiao was like this, their faces were quite ugly. Someone actually made up his mind to the arsenal of the Lingxiao Palace, which was absolutely intolerable.

Looking in a certain direction, there were three venerables going out to hunt them down, so they should be able to get them.
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