Squeak!

The black Wu Pavilion gate opened, and a bulge of sunshine shone, with a dim smell of vicissitudes.

Fang Yuan shuddered, and felt several gazes staring at him, and then quickly retreated.

'This should be the master of worship at Shenbing Villa...'

He ignored it and went around the first floor.

The bookshelf is made of hemlock, which is dark and heavy, and is not afraid of insect pests. It can be guaranteed to not rot for three hundred years. The secret books are neatly arranged, with a pleasant smell of ink.

"The Wu Pavilion is divided into six levels. The higher the level of martial arts, the more magical secrets it is. The kind that ordinary people in the martial arts world can sacrifice their lives for one of the pages..."

Fang Yuan was not as good as Gao Muyuan, so he casually pulled out a book on the bottom and started reading it quickly.

"Rolling Stone Fist!"

This is the name of this boxing book, which is straightforward and straightforward. After opening it, the description inside is also extremely concise, but the images are lifelike, especially the personal structure diagram, which is extremely detailed and obvious at a glance.

"This boxing technique seems to be the type that the most ordinary disciples in Divine Soldier Villa can learn. It is considered to be superficial and inexpensive, but it is also a killing skill that has been trained through many hard work!"

Fang Yuan nodded secretly.

Since its birth, this world has been respecting martial arts and suppressing literature. After such a long time, ordinary attack skills have long been developed to the peak of skills.

Those who can write books and biography and are promoted will definitely have advantages.

"The way of martial arts is to focus on the sense of qi, and to transport the large and small circles of heaven, and then strengthen the qi and blood, condense internal force...to pass through the acupoints..."

After turning the Rolling Stone Fist Notes, Fang Yuan had a general understanding of the martial arts of this world.

He kept walking and then began to read other books.

"Three Swords of Blood"

"Broken Jade Palm"

"Yinfeng Legs"

...

After all, Divine Soldier Villa is a second-rate force in the world. There are many martial arts secrets at the bottom. Some are not only rare books of the original work, but also supplements from later generations, troubleshooting in cultivation, etc. below, which are very comprehensive.

Sometimes, there is only one secret book, but related medicinal baths, weapon making methods, enemy skills, etc. occupy another bookcase.

"If the martial arts here can be used to be proficient, I can choose one at will and make rapid progress... Of course, among the secret books, the upper level of the Martial Pavilion is definitely better than the lower level. The sixth level should be the magical skill of the Divine Soldier Villa - the Six-Pole Imperial Soldier Technique."

Even if he read a book like a flip, after he finished reading the first floor of the Wu Pavilion, most of the day passed. The playboy's stomach was roaring, the sun sets in the west, and the light turned into a orange red.

Fang Yuan put down the last volume of "Ming Yu Jue", rubbed his eyes, and began to climb the stairs.

The second floor, the third floor... He quickly passed by and went straight to the sixth floor.

‘The most basic martial arts can help me get to know the power system and rules of this world faster…and besides them, this Six-Pole Warrior Artifact can make me a little interested.’

In fact, with those foundations, Fang Yuan even grasped his own secrets of magical skills.

Of course, the martial arts he deduces also require experiments, demonstration of power, etc. Fang Yuan did not have this skill and directly picked up the best secrets to practice.

The higher the attic, the smaller the range, and when it reaches the sixth floor, there is only one room.

There is a small table in the middle of the room, with a black iron box placed on it. The bottom of the box is completely connected to the table and takes root.

"Although I don't know why this physical father put the secret book in the martial arts pavilion, I still feel it's very strange..."

Put the secret book here. If Wu Pavilion falls, wouldn’t it be that all its secrets are exposed to the enemy?

Fang Yuan could only roll his eyes speechlessly for this kind of habit.

"Well... I remember this physical father brought him here. The real secret is not taken like this. There is only poison-tempering mechanism in that box..."

Fang Yuan came to a corner of the house and lifted up a piece of wooden board.

In the mezzanine, a gray book slipped out.

"The Six-Pole Imperial Soldiers and the Earth-level Fighting Technique are enough to cultivate to the first level, and are also a symbol of my Divine Soldier Villa..."

Fang Yuan murmured.

The so-called four levels of heaven, earth, Xuan and Huang are also the division of secret books and treasures that have been circulated in the world.

The yellow secret book can be obtained by practicing martial arts, and it is considered a path to reach the sky for ordinary people.

The mysterious secret book goes a step further and is enough to serve as a treasure for the small sects.

The secret book of the earth-grade rank, the ability of warriors to cultivate to the top three levels is the real reliance of those great sects who have passed down the world.

The Six-Pole Imperial Soldier Art can reach the first level, and it is also a top-notch among the earth level.

As for the heavenly level? It corresponds to the celestial warrior, who is already extraordinary and saint, and goes straight to the great way. Fang Yuan doesn’t expect that he can have it now.

"The important thing is to control the troops of the Six Poles. Practice the energy of the Six Poles, find a spiritual weapon, and practice life and life. Over time, even iron can have the power of a magic weapon, like an arm to use fingers, the soldiers move at will, flying and killing people..."

The playboy before had no hope of practicing martial arts, so he didn't read this secret carefully.

At this time, Fang Yuan was so hungry that he recited it quickly.

However, the more he read, the more he became a little confused: "The Six-Pole War Warfare Skills have a bit of a crooked and evil way... The emphasis is on training and nourishing soldiers. The internal strength he cultivates is known as the Six-Pole Qi. It is only inferior in the true qi of the earth, but only warming the magic weapon has some effect."

His brows frowned slightly, and he could see clearly.

The most important thing about this sect-sected art of the Divine Soldier Villa is to find a suitable divine weapon. Then, the longer it takes, the more powerful it takes, the more effort it takes.

"Although some swords are arbitrary, I have no other choice, just it... Anyway, with the savings of the Divine Soldier Villa, a good weapon can definitely be found!"

Fang Yuan rubbed his eyebrows and walked out of Wu Pavilion.

"Young Master!"

There, an old servant with white hair and white eyebrows, wearing a thick linen cloth, smiling like an old chrysanthemum, greeted him respectfully, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"Uncle Fu!"

Fang Yuan also smiled and shouted.

In the impression of a playboy, this is the butler of the entire villa and his power is extraordinary.

At this time, from his eyes, it was even more different: "This old guy is a master... Although I don't know how high it is, it is very close to the guardian of the Wu Pavilion. Could it be that he is also a top-third-grade master? Nangong Wentian himself only has the second-grade, so it is unlikely to recruit first-grade warriors to work hard, so it is between the third-grade and the second-grade?"

Fang Yuan suddenly felt that the water in Shenbing Villa was a bit deep.

As a second-rate sect, there are one second-rate and two third-rate warriors known at this time, and they are definitely powerful.

But strangely, even though he has such strength, the Divine Soldier Villa has been hiding and rarely expanding its strength, as if he is satisfied with this attitude of a domineering person and is willing to live as a landlord and wealthy in the countryside.

‘The ancients who could ninjas often had unfathomable plans!’

A flash of light flashed in Fang Yuan's eyes.

At this time, Uncle Fu smiled and said, "Young Master... The master knows that you are diligent in studying today and are very happy, but forgot about dinner, but it shouldn't be sent by the old slave!"

He was holding a box in his hand, and after opening it, there was a bowl of fragrant soup inside.

"This cup of ginseng black chicken soup, which takes 300-year-old ginseng, plus Qiqiao black bone chicken, simmers over low heat for three hours, the taste is the best..."

Uncle Fu was introducing it in a nagging manner.

"Yeah, thank you! I'm hungry too..."

This playboy had no idea why before, and was a little afraid of Nangong Wentian and rarely had meals together.

At this time, Fang Yuan didn't say much, and just took it to swallow it in one bite.

"Um?"

Fang Yuan noticed something was wrong after the soup.

The amazing medicinal power rose directly in his lower abdomen and turned into a flow of air.

This is not poisoned or something, but purely impotence is not replenished.

‘Hell… This playboy has been taking this medicinal diet before? The power of great tonic is so domineering, it’s not just tonic, but to kill people…wait…’

Fang Yuan's expression moved, and suddenly thought of the playboy's body of leaks. The blockade of the source power suddenly released a gap.

Huh!

Suddenly, all the medicine was absorbed by the talisman, without leaving any trace.

Just when the talisman was about to cause trouble, Fang Yuan's thoughts moved, and a large number of secondary source power rushed up and filled the hole.

"I don't know why... I feel that this soup is too nourishing today, and I want to have a nosebleed..."

After drinking, Fang Yuan sniffed and said deliberately.

"It seems that the kitchen is too hot, so I'll go down and scold them now!"

Uncle Fu took back the soup bowl, bowed again, and said goodbye and left.

Fang Yuan watched the old man leave, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes: "It seems... Nangong Wuying's abnormality, but Nangong Wentian knew what this means. What does it mean? Do you medicine man?'

late at night.

Fang Yuan sat cross-legged, sent away all the maids and servants, looked at the incense burner in front of him, and fell into deep thoughts.
To be continued...