"Greetings to the elder!"

"Greetings to the elder!"

Zhang Feng and his two younger brothers saluted the old man.

"Greetings to the elder!"

Chang Le now understood and followed him to pay homage to the old man. It turned out that this old man was the elder of the library. No wonder he was strong and terrifying.

When Zhang Feng saw the elder coming, he was startled, then happy. Then he said with tears in his eyes: "Elder, I have something to report to you. Chang Le ignored the friendship between his classmates and wanted to kill his disciples, so he asked the elder to make the decision for me."

After saying that, Zhang Feng exposed his injuries while hinting at his two younger brothers.

Hearing this, Chang Le was speechless and sneered: It was clearly because they were blocking the road and robbing and causing trouble for themselves, but at this moment they were so proud, distorting the right and wrong, distorting the facts, and even saying that they were killing their fellow disciples is really shameless.

In his heart, except for Chu Heng, there was no such shameless person, which made Chang Le doubt: "They are so similar in their behavior. They are not the disciples accepted by Chu Heng, right?!"

The two of them were familiar with Zhang Feng for a long time, but they still didn't know what Zhang Feng wanted to express, and they showed a sly look and said one after another:

"Disciples can testify. Chang Le is cruel and ruthless. He wants to murder Senior Brother Zhang. It is the disciple who sees it with his own eyes. Please ask the elder to make the decision!"

"Disciples can also testify. If you hadn't arrived in time, Senior Brother Zhang would have been in trouble. Please make the decision!"

Seeing the treacherous smiles in their eyes, Chang Le felt very disgusting. It was indeed a feather bird. He talked lies with his eyes open and was in a mess.

Their reaction is so fast and their acting skills are so skillful. They should have done this a lot in the past. They are indeed scumbags. Most of the scumbags are scumbags, and this sentence is indeed true.

"If you dare to frame me, then see who is more cruel!" Chang Le's eyes whizzed by like a cold wind, and he had already had a countermeasure in his heart.

"Is this really the case?" The old man's face darkened. It was mentioned in the sect rules that the disciples of his fellow disciples were not allowed to kill each other. There was a scene of being brave and knowing the law under his nose. It seemed that he didn't take him seriously, and said unhappily.

"Report to the elder, there is no such thing."

"The disciple will practice the ten swords of killing to great success. He originally wanted to come to the library to choose a martial arts. Who knew that Zhang Feng and the other three actually robbed the road and wanted to rob the disciple's pills and spirit stones. The disciple refused to agree, so they attacked the disciple, wanted to make a move, and then took away the disciple's cultivation resources.

In order to protect yourself, the disciples had to resist and had no intention of murdering their fellow disciples. Please give a clear explanation!"

Changle said calmly and neither humble nor arrogantly.

The old man looked at Zhang Feng and the others: "Is that true?"

"He lied, elder, he had sent out five sword energy before and almost killed his disciples. If it weren't for the rescue of the two junior brothers, the disciples would have died with their eyes closed." Zhang Feng said hurriedly, looked at Chang Le, and said viciously: "I think he did it on purpose, and his words are not trustworthy!"

Five sword energy?

The old man was surprised. He remembered that it seemed that he had only emitted a sword energy at this time. Chang Le could actually emit five sword energy. This was a sign of the success of the ten swords. He gave him a more look at Chang Le and also had more appreciation: "Chang Le, have you ever emitted five sword energy?"

About the basic sword technique and killing ten swords:

A sword energy, get started!

Three sword energy, small success!

Five sword energy, great success!

Ten sword energy, perfection, that is, perfection!

"I just practiced it today, so I couldn't control my strength well. Please give me some advice." Chang Le nodded, then drew his sword and came out, one move after another, flowing through the flowing water, and it was natural, and it had a perfect prototype.

Until the last move, five sword energy burst out, smashing out five gullies on the ground, and in a moment, smoke and dust rose.

After the use was completed, Chang Le looked calm and looked at the old man, looking forward to the old man's comments.

"Yes, it's indeed a great success." The old man nodded and admired Chang Le more and more.

In fact, he didn't know that Chang Le could now use the six sword energy, not just the five swords, just deliberately hiding his weaknesses.

Then, after stroking his snow-white beard, he pointed out to Chang Le: "Your killing ten swords are almost complete. Remember, speed is not the only one. Only when you make the most suitable moves can you make the best use of things. If you can be able to control and release freely without wasting a little bit of effort, you can reach the level of perfection."

"Thank you for your advice from the elders." Chang Le thanked him with his fists.

"Well, a child can teach you." The old man said with relief: "You can reach this step at the sixth level of Qihai Realm, which proves that you have good talent. Don't be proud and complacent. You need to practice hard. Do you know?"

"Yes, I understand, my disciple." Chang Le replied.

"If you have any questions you don't understand in the future, you can come to the Library to find me." The old man was happy to see the hunt and promised.

"Thank you for your kindness, the disciples just happened to report something." Chang Le thanked him, then glanced at Zhang Feng and the other two, with a cunning look in his eyes.

When Zhang Feng and the other two saw Chang Le's expression in this way, they knew that it would be bad. They couldn't help but change their expressions. They hurriedly interrupted and changed the topic: "Elder, Chang Le wants to murder his disciples, please make the decision!"

"Shut up!" The old man's face darkened and scolded. Seeing Zhang Feng and the other two panic, he knew that they must have done something bad and would not believe them. Then he changed his attitude and said gently to Chang Le: "What's the matter? Just tell me it, I'll make the decision for you!"

"Yes." Chang Le talked happily, not minding adding fuel to the fire: "Recently, Zhang Feng and others blocked the road and robbed the disciples' cultivation resources. I was also deeply hurt, which made my cultivation progress slow. A few days ago, I was seriously injured by them. If it weren't for some kind-hearted senior sister who gave me a bottle of healing pill, I'm afraid I'll die without treatment, so I'd beg the elders!"

"You are talking nonsense!" Zhang Feng hurriedly retorted.

"Shut up!" Seeing that Zhang Feng was so ignorant, the old man waved his hand and flew him and his two younger brothers several meters away, and spewed out a mouthful of blood.

"Okay, okay, you are so amazing! With a little cultivation, you do whatever you want, learn to bully the weak, and you will be distorted by your right and wrong. You are really a good disciple of my Tiannan Sect!" The old man's expression became colder and colder, his face became ugly. He just pressed them on the ground with the momentum he exuded: "You dare to lie in front of me, deceive your superiors and hide your subordinates, and you are lawless. Do you really think I dare not kill you?"
Chapter completed!