A Paragon of Wuhun Chapter 37: Yellow grade 3, rain falling and flying flowers

Chapter 37, third-grade yellow, rain falling and flying flowers

If it is an enemy weaker than yourself, with this, of course it can be crushed. But if you encounter a strong player, the shortcomings of lack of attack methods and insufficient tactics will be greatly magnified.

So Chen Feng is very clear that he must practice another martial skill to make up for the lack of offensive methods.

The Grand Tournament of the Outer Sect is coming soon, and now every bit of strength is of the utmost importance to him.

Furthermore, it is time to return the Guangming Mahamudra.

According to Qianyuanzong’s precepts, the selected martial arts secrets can only be borrowed for one month, and must be returned after one month.

The consequences of violating this commandment are even more serious than killing people in the sect.

From the perspective of the sect, martial arts secrets are much more important than ordinary disciples outside the sect.

Chen Feng came to the martial arts pavilion, and the old man in charge of guarding the martial arts pavilion was still drinking. It seems that every time he comes, he is doing the same thing-drinking.

Chen Feng walked up to her and respectfully saluted: "The disciple has seen the grandmaster and uncle."

"Such a long string, isn't it troublesome for you to call me Lao Wu." The elder Taishen rolled his eyes and snorted coldly.

"Yes, Old Chen." Of course, Chen Feng didn't dare to call Old Chen.

"You kid, you're pretty good. What are you doing this time?" Old Chen smiled.

"The disciple is here to return the martial arts secret book that I borrowed before, and at the same time, I want to borrow another one of a higher level."

Chen Feng said respectfully.

Old Chen looked at him up and down, a little surprised: "Sixth the day after tomorrow so soon? Very good!"

"Old Chen, you are absurdly praised." Chen Feng said modestly.

Old Chen's inner shock did not show, but he didn't think about it, because everyone knew that Chen Feng was Yan Qingyu's disciple.

And the amazing Yan Qingyu who was born out of the sky that year really left a deep impression on them!

They are not surprised at what extent Yan Qingyu's disciples can reach.

In their opinion, it is impossible to surpass Yan Qingyu.

"Go up and borrow it, but return it, you don't have to."

Old Chen winked his eyes at him, a bit old-fashioned: "Why don't I remember that you borrowed cheats in the Martial Arts Pavilion? Anyway, I don't have any borrowing records here!"

Chen Feng's heart is discerning, knowing that this is Mr. Chen taking care of herself.

The Great Mudra of Guangming is a treasure that can be unearthed endlessly, and there are many secrets in it. He hasn't broken it yet. Of course it is good not to return it.

He also hurriedly smiled and said: "Old Chen, you said that, the disciple remembered it, maybe the disciple had a wrong memory. This is indeed the first time the disciple has come to the martial arts pavilion."

"Children can be taught!"

Old Chen nodded him and laughed.

He waved his hand: "Go in, you can go directly to the third floor."

Chen Feng thanked him and entered the martial arts pavilion.

This time, he easily broke through the air barrier leading to the second floor, and the air barrier leading to the third floor only lasted for less than ten breaths under his tyrannical Qi.

Although Chen Feng hasn't reached the seventh level at this time, his true energy is pure and majestic, the quality is also high, and the quantity is also large, far surpassing the general acquired seventh level.

After going up to the third floor, Chen Feng discovered that the third floor was much smaller than the first and second floors. There were only a few bookshelves. It seemed that the number of cheats did not exceed one hundred.

Think about it, how precious is the third-grade Huang-level technique? If such a third-rank yellow martial skill appeared in the outer world, it would attract various big families to fight for it and set off a **** storm.

Of course the number will not be too much.

With the previous experience, Chen Feng carefully knocked on the corners of the bookshelves this time to see if there were any interlayers.

Half an hour later, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and gave a wry smile.

"Sure enough, such a good thing is enough once. I still want to make tricks, but I am a little greedy."

Chen Feng said to herself.

He searched around, but in vain, he stopped making this idea, but began to patiently search the bookshelf for his own application.

Outside the martial arts pavilion, Old Chen opened his eyes and said with a smile: "This little guy, it's really interesting."

Chen Feng searched for almost an hour and turned over almost all the martial arts secrets.

In the end, he chose a third-rank yellow martial skill.

"Rain-Luo-Fei Flower Sword Technique!"

Yuluofei Flower Swordsmanship~IndoMTL.com~ The sword walks lightly and swiftly. It condenses into falling flowers with sword energy, which hurts people and is powerful.

To the extreme, with the sword power together, the heavy rain fell. In the majestic cold rain, ninety-nine-eighty-one sword-qi condensed flowers were flying around, wherever they went, blood splashed.

The scene at the time of the murder was as brilliant as a sky full of flowers, and it was extremely beautiful.

This is an extremely beautiful swordsmanship that turns killing into art.

"It's you."

Chen Feng took the secret book into his arms and walked out of the martial arts pavilion.

When he came out, Mr. Chen was coughing violently.

It seems that he was choked by the drink. He covered his mouth, coughing violently, and trembling all over his body. The intensity of the cough made people wonder if he would cough out his lungs.

Suddenly, there was a twist on his face, showing pain.

Blood oozes from between his fingers covering his mouth.