The four of them were extremely satisfied with his attitude, without any resentment, were well-behaved, and were honestly punished.

They turned and left.

Leng Fei looked up at them and shook his head.

One month...

Is there still ten months before I turn 18 years old, and this month, there are only nine months. Can I practice the remaining four layers of the Nine Dragon Locking Heavenly Art in Nine Months?

He was both anxious and had some extravagant hopes.

The practice of the Nine Dragon Locking Heaven Art depends entirely on one understanding. As long as you understand it, you can become a layer in a moment. It can be said that you will turn into a dragon when you encounter wind and clouds.

But if you can't understand it, it will be useless to practice for a lifetime.

What he saw and heard might be done overnight, and he would instantly understand several levels and be fully realized.

He knew that this was almost impossible, but before everything came to an end, he had to hold a little extravagant hope.

The name of this broken book is Zengwen Guangjian. It is a travelogue, which tells the experience of Shenxiu Dynasty, which is quite novel.

Leng Fei read it first and then slowly copied it.

When reading, you don’t have to look carefully page by page. Just turn it over and remember it, and then chew it slowly in your mind.

After turning over the book, I lowered my head and started writing. The pen was flowing smoothly and quickly, and the words were written in small and straight words, as if I was slowly written.

He finished copying in a while, and thirty pages had been copied.

Then I got up and took another book, and copied it in one breath until I copied it for 300 pages, which was only an hour.

He suddenly looked up.

A graceful woman in purple shirt walked over lightly, landed silently, stood in front of Xuan's desk and stopped, looking at Leng Fei.

Leng Fei put down his pen and looked at her.

"Leng Fei?"

"Yang Ruobing?"

"It's me." Yang Ruobing kept looking at him: "I was punished here. Do you think it was Yang Ruohai's complaint?"

"What does it matter?" Leng Fei smiled and said carelessly: "No matter who complains, if you violate the palace rules, you will violate the palace rules. If you don't change because of who complains, you will not escape punishment."

"You are open-minded." Yang Ruobing snorted lightly, as if he was sarcastic: "Have you thought about it when you started?"

"The young palace master came here to see me being punished and laughed at me?" Leng Fei said.

Yang Ruobing said: "Let's see what your pleasure knife looks like and what reliance is."

Leng Fei smiled and said, "Young Palace Master is very disappointed, right?... Actually, I am not that famous, Heming Mountain is not a big sect."

"Heming Mountain is not a major sect, but one person destroys 700 people overnight, and few people do it... As expected, as I thought." Yang Ruobing said: "I won't forget about beating Yang Ruohai."

Leng Fei said: "If I don't hit him, there will be others who will hit him. Ignorance, stupidity and arrogant. You are the dereliction of duty as an elder sister!"

Yang Ruo's face sank down and she stared at him coldly.

Leng Fei's calm eyes.

The two of them seemed to collide in the air like swords fighting each other, not showing weakness.

Yang Ruobing's eyes were soft, like two deep wells, unfathomable, making people lose it involuntarily, but it activates the internal energy to activate the divine eyes and soul-stimulating technique.

Leng Fei looked at her calmly.

He seemed to be admiring her beautiful appearance, but his eyes were clear and without any evil thoughts, as if he turned a blind eye to her beauty.

It’s like seeing beautiful flowers, just simply appreciating them, but not wanting to pick them.

The thunder seal flashed in my mind, and five rays of lightning were flowing endlessly, intimidating many distracting thoughts and not being fascinated by this technique.

Yang Ruobing suddenly burst into tears.

Tears flowed down, strings after string, and the white melon-shaped face was wet in the blink of an eye, his eyes were already red and charming.

She closed her bright eyes and turned her head, not wanting Leng Fei to see her embarrassed appearance. This was the backlash of divine eyes and magical magic.

Leng Fei chuckled: "What kind of magical secret technique is this? Or is it that the young palace master thought of something sad?"

Yang Ruobing turned around and left.

Leng Fei said: "The young palace master walked slowly, and I will send you away with the sinful body!"

Yang Ruobing walked faster, and his graceful figure disappeared.

Leng Fei shook his head.

The top Qi training man in the Twelve-Level Tower, this young palace master is well-known. Although he is graceful, he puts strong pressure on him.

The same twelve-level Qi training man, the Baixiang Sect, compared to her, is like a child or an adult.

His book has been copied today, so he stopped picking up his pen and began to read these old and broken books one by one.

The first step is to look through each book and see if there are any mezzanines or hidden secrets?

The second step is to look through all the fragments and pick out what you are interested in. Each book is a gathering of wisdom.

He was quick-witted and moved very quickly. He first took out all the books and put them on one by one.

During this process, find out whether there is a mezzanine and see the title of the book.

Although there were many books on the ninth floor, he could not resist his search so quickly. On the evening of the third day, he finally read it.

He only left one book at hand.

This book looks broken and has no cover. The first page is broken, but the material is strange.

The reason why he stayed was also attracted by its material.

It was broken and exuded with a rotten aura, but he could smell a faint fragrance, extremely faint and extremely faint.

If his nose was not more flexible than a dog's nose, he would probably not have discovered the fragrance of this material. Such a material would have been extraordinary.

He came to the Xuan desk and slowly opened it.

On the first page is a picture, but there is a small knife drawn. Only the tip of the knife is displayed, and the handle is gone. The picture is broken and only a corner is left, revealing the tip of the knife.

Leng Fei was extremely familiar with flying knives. When he looked at this picture, he knew it was the tip of the flying knives, so he became more interested.

On the second page, there are strange words written.

Leng Fei frowned.

He could not recognize the words on it, and they were curved, as if they were moving one by one.

Then there is the third page, or this strange text.

Leng Fei is already disappointed.

He flipped through the remaining pages, a total of six pages, with only a few sixteen words on each page, and then there was no other pattern and nothing.

No wonder it is left in the corner and no one cares about it.

This broken book can be seen as if it were not a martial arts secret book. There are no pictures or moves, and there are only such a simple dozen words.

No matter how superficial martial arts are, it is impossible to say them in more than ninety words.

He still remembered it in his mind. It doesn't matter if he can't read it. He completely remembered the words as a stroke and remembered every stroke clearly.

He began to study the material of the book, sniffed gently, looking for memories of smell, and finally shook his head, never smelling the fragrance.

He was curious and puzzled, but unfortunately the mystery of the world is endless and it is impossible to see it all one by one, and there is not so much life span.

The footsteps sounded, and a young girl came in with her lunch box and put it on the Xuan table to start bringing out the meal.

Two dishes, one soup, and pastries.

She glanced at the fragment, pursed her lips and said, "This is the God-Rewarding Sword."

Leng Fei was stunned and looked at her in surprise.

"There are many people who are interested in this fragment, but unfortunately no one has practiced it." The young girl shook her head gently and said, "This is purely a hypothesis, and there is no specific method of cultivation. It's just a name that is fooling people."

"Someone knows this article?" Leng Fei asked hurriedly.

"This is an ancient divine text." said the young girl: "If you want to learn, there is one on the third floor, you can learn it."

Leng Fei clasped his fists: "Thank you, Senior Sister Song."

The young girl Song Sisi waved her hand: "I advise you not to waste this god. If it is really a top-notch magical science, it will definitely be famous, but I have never heard of this God-Rewarding Sword since ancient times."
Chapter completed!