Chapter 5 Choosing Martial Skills
“Chen Feng, it’s hard for me to hide it!”
Leaving the crowd and walking on the mountain road of Waizong, Han Cong smiled at Chen Feng.
But he didn’t mean to blame in his words, but was very happy for Chen Feng.
“Sorry, Uncle, I didn’t mean to hide it…” Chen Feng apologized.
“I know, I know, for fear that the tree will attract the wind.” Han Cong smiled: “It’s okay, no need to explain, I’m very happy for you. But…”
He said solemnly: “Your master made countless enemies before he was alive. He thought you were a trash and didn’t bother to do anything to you. Now that you have changed other people’s views of you, I’m afraid it will be even more dangerous. Listen to my words, Be careful.”
Chen Feng’s heart warmed and said: “Uncle Master, don’t worry! I will pay attention.”
“Then what are you going to do now?” Han Cong asked: “Will you still go to the Resource Hall to get the spirit stone?”
Chen Feng shook his head: “Don’t go now. If you want to go, you will definitely have a conflict with Elder Sun, Master. Over the years, I have accumulated a lot of spirit stones, and it is not too short of a few. Wait. I will be strong enough in the future, and then I will look for Elder Sun’s bad luck.”
Han Cong nodded in relief.
He is very pleased that Chen Feng can take a step back. The real strong cannot blindly play sideways and relentlessly, but must be able to bend, stretch, and know how to advance and retreat. Of those powerful men who dominate the side, how many are smooth sailing?
“Uncle Han, I want to go to the martial arts pavilion to choose a martial arts skill. Master has been teaching me to practice martial arts, but he has not taught me martial arts.” Chen Feng said.
“Okay, I’ll take you there.” Han Cong laughed and said, “It just so happens that the person in charge of the martial arts pavilion is an uncle from when I just started, and the elder of the foreign sect. I can say something nice .”
The two went down the avenue and followed a small path to the Martial Arts Pavilion. Behind the Martial Arts Pavilion is a cliff, surrounded by mountains and flowers blooming, and green trees are hidden. It is very quiet. Along the way, I ran into a few disciples of the outer sect, holding a thread-bound book in his hand, leaving it as if it were a treasure. They all selected exercises from the martial arts pavilion, hurriedly came out, and rushed to practice.
A few people looked at Chen Feng with mockery, but when they saw Han Cong next to him, they didn’t dare to speak.
At the entrance of the Martial Arts Pavilion, an old man leaned on the steps and was drinking. His beard and hair were messed up and looked sloppy. The wine gourd’s **** was upside down, and the wine was rolling down, he swallowed, and the wine overflowed from the corner of his mouth. A long distance away, you can smell the strong alcohol from him.
Han Cong walked forward and whispered: “Uncle Taiguru, the disciple brought someone here. He is a disciple of Senior Brother Yan Qingyu. He originally thought he was a waste, but he can now cultivate, and In one fell swoop, I reached the third level of the day after tomorrow. According to the rules of the sect, when I reach the third level, you can choose a martial skill.”
The old man hummed twice, not knowing what he was talking about, Han Cong turned around and said: “You go in. Don’t stay too long, come out early.”
“Thank you, Master.” Chen Feng didn’t ask much, walked to the door, and saluted the old man again: “Thank you, Grandmaster Uncle.”
After saying this, I walked in.
The martial arts pavilion is very large, with a radius of several hundred meters, and rows of bookshelves are filled with various exercises and martial arts, at least tens of thousands.
The martial arts pavilion of the Waizong is only for the use of the outer sect disciples, and the outer sect disciples are basically in the acquired realm. The martial arts in the martial arts pavilion, the highest level, is only the third grade of the yellow level.
The practice of martial arts, step by step, the day after tomorrow, from the first to the third level, can only be selected at the first level, and when you reach the fourth level, you can enter the second level. When you reach the seventh floor, you can enter the third floor.
Chen Feng directly wanted to walk up to the stairs leading to the second floor, but he couldn’t even appreciate the martial arts on the first floor. Although it has not reached the fourth level, the acquired fourth level has a strength of a thousand catties, and he has reached eight hundred catties, he wants to try it.
As soon as he stepped on a step, he felt his body blocked, like a transparent air barrier on the stairs, blocking his way forward.
Chen Feng was not surprised. His whole body was full of true energy, and he poured out, fighting against the air barrier, trying to fill it in. He walked forward step by step, pressing the air barrier to sink back, but the air barrier was extremely tough, and in any case, it would not break. Chen Feng’s forehead was sweating profusely, and the meridians were already aching due to the excessive activation of the true qi, but he still gritted his teeth and moved forward desperately.
At this moment, there was a light pop, like a bubble burst, and the air barrier disappeared without a trace. Chen Feng quickly stopped his steps, otherwise he would bump his head on the stairs.
He was a little surprised, but he didn’t expect to rush in like this.
Chen Feng didn’t think much, and quickly walked up to the second floor.
“The goal is clear, with tenacity, and a good seed. Good seed, of course I want to make it easy.”
Outside the martial arts pavilion, the drunken elder elder said softly, his eyes are bright, how can he be half drunk?
Han Cong saluted: “Thank you, Grandmaster Uncle.”
“His master back then, it was a pity…” The Supreme Elder sighed.
Chen Feng chooses martial arts on the second floor. He already has the Golden Sutra of Bedoro leaves for his techniques, so he doesn’t need to look for anything else.