"You go to the Sutra Pavilion first, copy down all the exercises you have practiced, and hand them over to the sect, and then we can talk about the rest!"

The middle-aged scribe finished speaking arrogantly, glanced at everyone lightly, then turned around and left.

Huang Shaohong had other plans. Zhang Sanfeng was well versed in the harmony of Tai Chi and did not take the other party's words to heart.

But the same could not be said for the others, especially swordsmen like Ye Gucheng, Dugujian, and Hua Yingxiong, who suddenly exploded, each of them with an aura like a sword that could be unsheathed at any time.

Do you want to know whose magical secrets are not treasured by others?

Those are all things practiced secretly in a place where no one is around!

In the martial arts world, let alone the detailed techniques, if you take a sneak peek while practicing, what you are waiting for is the result of a thousand-mile pursuit.

You are going to hand over your practice skills with this statement. Do you think that in future generations, you can go to the park and watch Tai Chi for free?

Facing the shocking momentum of several peerless swordsmen, the middle-aged scribe immediately noticed it, but he didn't take it to heart. He just snorted coldly and didn't even change the pace of leaving. He didn't even look back at them.

, as if extremely disdainful.

The young man who led the crowd to the scene patted the dove. The big bird glanced at Huang Shaohong again, then fluttered its wings and flew away. The young man then turned to the crowd and said:

"You don't have to be like this. You must know that the skills you practice can only lift you to the level of brokenness. If you want to improve your cultivation, it will be extremely difficult!"

"The rules in the sect are not specifically aimed at you. Every master who breaks up must hand over what he has learned throughout his life and integrate it into the sect's scripture collection pavilion for the sect's disciples to observe and practice.

On the way, there is the site of Nabieshui to provide you with reference and reference!”

Dugu Jian's eyes lit up: "You mean that after we hand over our skills, we can also watch other people's skills and experiences?"

The young man glanced at Dugu Jian: "My name is Zhan Qingzi, you can call me senior brother. Our sect is said to have been built by Xuanxian from the Immortal Realm 30,000 years ago, so it is called 'Xuanxian Sect' throughout the whole other shore.

It is also an extremely famous sect in the world!"

After he proudly introduced himself and his sect, he answered Dugujian's question:

"You are right, but your vision should be more far-sighted. After all, the skills in the secular world are only ordinary ones. There are three levels of heaven, earth and people in the Sutra Pavilion, three levels: upper, middle and lower. There are three levels and three levels in total, and nine levels of skills.

There are many methods for you to choose from, and none of them can help you make further progress!"

At this time, Huang Shaohong suddenly said: "After we hand over the exercises, can we watch the exercises in the Sutra Pavilion at will?"

The young man gave Huang Shaohong a hard look:

"What you think is wonderful, you will be assigned to work in various parts of the Taoist sect. As long as you work hard to contribute to the sect, you will be able to contribute points. A certain number of contribution points can be exchanged for the corresponding points of exercises.

!”

"Labor?"

This time, even the good-tempered Zhang Sanfeng frowned. These people are all at the top of the world. They thought they would become immortals and ancestors when they were broken, but when they came up, they were asked to hand over their skills and had to work for others.

, this is unacceptable no matter what.

The young man didn't care about everyone's attitude at all, but walked forward directly and said:

"All of you will follow me to the Sutra Pavilion to register, then record your respective exercises and wait to be assigned!"

He turned around and left. These broken people all looked at each other. Huang Shaohong chuckled and said: "Don't be anxious, everyone just take a look and you will know whether it is good or bad. It will not be too late to make a decision then!

"

Zhang Sanfeng nodded and said: "What Huang Daoyou said is absolutely true. We have just been broken and our eyes are darkened. It is better to accept the situation and wait until we understand the situation before making plans!"

When the two said this, the others nodded and followed Zhan Qingzi in front.

Zhan Qingzi walked in front and heard the conversation of several people clearly, with only a sneer on his lips, thinking in his heart, now that you have come to the sect, how can you not be left alone!

This sect was built on the mountain and covered several large mountains. Zhan Qingzi walked with him in the sect for half an hour. Some of the sect disciples he met along the way. Zhan Qingzi, who was originally arrogant, immediately became gentle.

Like a third grandson, he came up to greet me and inquired after me, but he was very well-behaved.

Half an hour later, everyone passed through a mountain peak and finally arrived in front of a majestic building.

The building is actually a façade with cornices and brackets, two huge courtyard pillars, and a plaque with gold characters on a black background. There is a large seal with the words "Tibetan Scripture Pavilion" written on it.

The reason why we say stalwart? That’s because this ‘Sutra-Tiding Pavilion’ was built out of a mountain.

According to Zhan Qingzi, the various collections of books in this Sutra Pavilion amount to millions, and it was built after the first generation sect master emptied half of the mountain.

Entering the Sutra Pavilion, you will see that the space inside is huge, with hundreds of huge bookshelves on the first floor alone.

There is a desk in front of the door, and on it is a thick book with the words "Directory Nine Thousand Eight Hundred and Thirty-Seven" written on it.

Behind the desk, an old man was sitting on a rocking chair, holding a piece of white jade-like tortoise shell in his hand and looking at it carefully.

If you look carefully, you will find that there are many ancient seal scripts as big as a baby's head on the turtle board, and you don't know what they are written on.

Zhan Qingzi hurriedly walked closer, saluted, and then said respectfully:

"Uncle Xing, these are the newcomers this time. Could you please register them?"

The old man had white hair and a childlike face. He couldn't tell his exact age. He only raised his head and glanced at it, then frowned and said, "How come so many people came this time when the Heavenly Gate opened?"

Zhan Qingzi also frowned and said: "Isn't it? There are fewer and fewer warriors who can break now, and a weird thing happened this time!"

The old man known as 'Uncle Xing' frowned slightly: "What weird thing?"

Zhan Qingzi hurriedly replied: "The water in the Mortal Transformation Pool suddenly dried up. You see, the bodies of these souls have not been tempered by the spiritual liquid in the Mortal Transformation Pool, and the souls are not condensed!"

"Oh?" A strange smile flashed in Uncle Xing's eyes, and he nodded: "What did your master and the others say?"

Zhan Qingzi continued to reply: "Master said that everything should be business as usual for now, and we will study the matter later!"

The old man surnamed Xing nodded and said with a smile: "Okay, then let's go back to business as usual. You guys can come and register!"

He stood up with a smile and placed the tortoise board on the desk. Whether it was intentional or not, he held it down when he placed it, so that no one could see the writing on the tortoise board clearly.

Zhan Qingzi kept his eyes on the tortoise shell, and when he saw the old man lying upside down, he couldn't help but sigh in disappointment.

The old man surnamed Xing laughed and scolded: "You kid, with your little contribution, it's still too early to watch "Turtle Armor Yuangang". Besides, I haven't fully understood this technique yet, so even if you watch it, it will be harmful and useless!"

Zhan Qingzi smiled and said, "Uncle, you are right!"

After the old man surnamed Xing finished speaking, he stopped paying attention to Zhan Qingzi. Instead, he took the book with "Nine Thousand Eight Hundred and Thirty-Seven" written on it, took out the pen and ink, and sat on the chair behind the desk.

Then he said to everyone:

"Tell us your names, sects, techniques, and who the monarchs of your respective worlds are!"

He pointed at Zhang Sanfeng and said, "You go ahead and say it!"

Zhang Sanfeng nodded and said directly:

"My name is Zhang Junbao, a Taoist. Because I am crazy, I got the Taoist name Zhang Sanfeng (Crazy) after I became a monk!"

"I have been a novice monk in the Shaolin Temple since I was a child, and later I was taught part of the "Nine Yang Magic" by 'Master Jueyuan'!"

"After leaving Shaolin, he founded a Taoist sect called the 'Wudang Sect.' He understood the wonderful principles from Tai Chi and created his own 'Tai Chi Magic' that integrates boxing, swords, and internal skills!"

"As for the monarch, the old Taoist experienced several times. The time of Yuanmeng was... and later the Ming Dynasty was established..."

Zhang Zhenren said for a moment that Huang Shaohong even looked at him, "Why don't this old man be so sincere? You can just talk about the ozone layer casually. You just have to tell me about your secret crush on Guo Xiang!"

Ye Gucheng and others looked at Zhang Sanfeng with respect in their eyes. The old Taoist's life was so legendary. He started as an orphan novice, went to Taishan Beidou in the martial arts world, lived for 123 years, and finally shattered the void. This is simply a legend.

What a story.

In fact, they are too modest. They are all living legends in their respective worlds, but they don't think so.

Old Man Xing's writing was flying, but there was a look of disgust on his face: "I don't like those of you who practice your own martial arts to pieces. It sounds amazing and brilliant, but after all, one person has limited energy and knowledge, what kind of good martial arts can he create?

Don’t let other people’s sects accumulate thousands of years of experience!”

"No wonder you didn't break the void until you were one hundred and twenty-three years old. Your potential has almost been exhausted. It's a waste of your talents. How can you create your own magic skills? I guess in your world, any skills created by cats and dogs may be magic skills.

name!"

Master Zhang nodded with a look of shame on his face: "Ashamed, ashamed!"

After the old man Xing finished recording, he pointed at Huang Shaohong and said: "Looking at your handsome appearance, I'll let you continue!"

Huang Shaohong had already made up his mind to talk nonsense, and immediately said:

"Huang Shaohong, the sect is called 'I am the only one in the world. I am asking you if you are afraid of the sect'..."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone around him sprayed. Old Xing shook his pen and a drop of ink fell on the roster. He couldn't help but look up at Huang Shaohong angrily.

Huang Shaohong looked innocent: "I am invincible in my world, so the sect I founded must be called this!"

"Arrogant!" Old Man Xing snorted and then said in a low voice: "Go on..."

Huang Shaohong continued: "The technique I practice is called "Sunflower Collection". I am the monarch of our world, sweeping across the contemporary world and dominating the world!"

"Oh? Are you the emperor?" The old man Xing raised the stairs and took a look. He seemed to be interested, but he did not continue, but explained:

"The hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the sect are all outstanding figures in their respective worlds. You are an emperor in the mortal world, but when you come to the sect, you must not act like an emperor, otherwise you will die without knowing it. Do you understand?"

Huang Shaohong nodded with deep approval: "I understand!"

Although Ye Gucheng was also a Broken level master, he was still young compared to the others. He couldn't help it anymore. He turned around, his shoulders were rising and falling, and he was obviously laughing wildly.

Old man Xing glared at Huang Shaohong: "You did it on purpose, do you have the guts to say it again?"

Huang Shaohong said quickly: "I'm used to it, I'm used to it. Look how useful your tips are. If you hadn't reminded me here, I might have offended many people after entering the sect. You have been a great help to me.
To be continued...