Which one should he choose?
Ye Chen thought for a while and quickly made his choice. He reached out his hand and picked up the Golden Swallow Art.
There was a reason for him to make such a choice. Compared to offensive and defensive martial techniques, movement martial techniques were more suitable for survival. It must be known that in the world of martial techniques, there was nothing that could not be overcome, only speed could not be overcome. When one's speed reached a certain realm, before the enemy could even hit you, you would already be able to injure them. This was more powerful than any offensive martial technique. Taking a step back, even if you could not defeat your opponent, you could still use your extraordinary speed to escape. Defensive martial skills could protect you for a while, but it could not protect you forever.
As for the Inch Swim Steps, the Eight Steps Chasing Cicada, and the Golden Swallow Art, Ye Chen didn't really care why he chose the Golden Swallow Art, it was just a feeling.
Now that he had chosen the martial skill, it was time for the martial skill.
"What do you mean? I had my eyes on this Iron Cloak Technique first. "At this moment, a commotion broke out from the third bookshelf.
Ye Chen immediately knew who it was. He curiously walked out from between the shelves and looked towards the direction of the noise.
Ten steps away stood two people. One of them was handsome, no more than thirteen years old. He looked young and immature. He must be Zhang Haoran, who had just arrived. The other was about seventeen or eighteen years old. He was wearing a yellow robe and had a strong body. His arms were even thicker than Zhang Haoran's. He had a square face and a square chin. His eyes were long and narrow, giving off a cold light. He looked like a combination of a tiger and a poisonous snake.
The two were fighting over a High Rank Mortal Realm defensive skill called 'Iron Cloak Art'. This skill was not of a high rank, but it was very practical and effective. Its popularity was no less than a Top Rank Mortal Realm skill. Zhang Haoran wanted to take it back and train it to make up for his low defense, but he didn't expect that it would be snatched away by Zhang Haoran. Zhang Haoran even glared at Zhang Haoran, telling him to get out of here. Zhang Haoran couldn't take it anymore. He was furious.
The yellow-clothed youth chuckled and said, "An outer sect disciple dares to be so arrogant. Scram home and drink milk!"
Zhang Haoran's face darkened, "Don't think I don't know who you are. Huang Bingwen, seventeen years old, Early Condensing Reality Realm, the second young master of the mayor's mansion."
"It's good that you know!" Huang Bingwen said proudly.
"Pooh! Seventeen years old and only at the Early Condensing Reality Realm, and you still have the nerve to come out and embarrass yourself? What right do you have to be so arrogant in front of me?" Zhang Haoran's words were shocking.
As soon as this was said, the onlookers started to discuss.
"This person is Zhang Haoran, right? No wonder he dared to go against Huang Bingwen. However, his tone was sharp enough. I'm afraid he will offend many people. "
"Peak of Mortal Realm Stage 10 at the age of thirteen. If he could break through to the Condensing Reality Realm by the end of the year, he would be one of the top five geniuses in the Sky Cloud Martial School."
"Looks like Huang Bingwen has kicked an iron plate. I heard that Zhang Haoran is favored by the inner disciple Elder Liu. He even made an exception and allowed Zhang Haoran to learn the Top Rank Mortal Realm Martial Skill, Tiger Dragon Fist."
Huang Bingwen's face darkened as he heard the discussions around him. He said in a creepy tone, "Little brat, you have guts. You only dare to be so arrogant because of your connections?"
"What a joke. I, Zhang Haoran, need my connections. Do you dare to make a bet? Two months later in the Martial Arts Plaza, the loser has to apologize to the winner." Zhang Haoran threw out another bomb.
Huang Bingwen and the other inner disciples were all shocked. What kind of joke was this? An outer disciple challenging an inner disciple?
"Alright, alright. As you wish, I, Huang Bingwen, will accept." Although fighting with an outer disciple would be beneath his dignity, as long as he could beat his opponent easily, people would think that Zhang Haoran was too arrogant and would not blame him.
Shoo!
Grabbing the Iron Cloak Skill manual from Huang Bingwen's hand, Zhang Haoran walked down the stairs without looking back.
Huang Bingwen's face turned green. He had nowhere to vent his anger. When he realized there was another outer disciple on the second floor, he yelled, "What the fuck are you looking at?"
Ye Chen was shocked. He did not expect to become Huang Bingwen's punching bag. Annoyed, he said coldly, "My eyes are on my face. Do I need your permission to look anywhere?"
As soon as he said this, the surrounding inner disciples were shocked again. What was going on? This year's outer disciples were getting more and more arrogant. The first one was still okay, as he was at least at the Peak of Mortal Realm Stage 10, and he had the support of an inner master. But this guy in front of them was only at the Mid Mortal Realm Stage 6. He was not famous, and no one knew him. But his tone was not any lower than Zhang Haoran's.
Huang Bingwen was furious. His clothes were fluttering even though there was no wind. A dark brown light shone out of his body. It seemed like he was about to attack.
"Huang Bingwen, what are you doing? Do you know what this place is?" One of the inner disciples with black hair scolded.
Huang Bingwen shivered. He had almost forgotten that this was the Pavilion of Martial Skills. Fighting was forbidden here. Once caught, he would be severely punished, and would not be allowed to enter the pavilion for half a year.
Withdrawing his Zhen Qi, Huang Bingwen looked at Ye Chen fiercely and threatened, "Once we leave the Pavilion of Martial Skills, I will teach you a lesson."
Ye Chen frowned. This guy was like a mad dog. He would bite anyone he saw. But Ye Chen's cultivation was still low, so he would not be able to beat him. If he did not think of a way, he would definitely be at a disadvantage.
After making up his mind, Ye Chen raised his head, "I will also make a bet with you. Two months later, we will fight in the Martial Plaza. Whoever loses has to apologize to the other. Do you dare?"
Like a bolt from the blue, Huang Bingwen himself was shocked.
"Haha!" As if he had heard the funniest joke, Huang Bingwen pointed at Ye Chen and said, "You? Do you think you can beat me in two months? You must be dreaming."
"What? You don't dare?"
"Damn, I know you are trying to provoke me. Why would I not dare? In two months, I will teach you and that Zhang Haoran a lesson together." Huang Bingwen was still a bit patient. He knew that the more he suppressed his desire, the better it would be when he exploded. Anyway, two months would pass very quickly.
"If that is the case, then I will not disturb you anymore." Fifteen minutes were almost up, and Ye Chen still had to choose a martial art. He did not dare to waste any more time.
Looking at Ye Chen's back, the other inner disciples showed their interest. They were hoping that two months would pass quickly. Who knows, they might be able to see something interesting.
Next to the bookshelf of martial arts, Ye Chen was seriously making his choice.
"Six Sun Art, Extreme Yang!"
"Dead Tree Art, Restrained Qi, Silent and Silent!"
"Flowing Cloud Art, Fast Qi circulation, Fire Force!"
"Little Star Skill, using small to win big, pure inner qi!"
…
There were not many martial arts, but it was enough to dazzle Ye Chen. There were all kinds of martial arts, and there were even some that were not so popular.
Time passed by slowly.
Ye Chen was a bit anxious. If he did not hurry, time would be up.
Annoyed, he randomly picked up a martial art manual. Ye Chen's eyes were fixed on it. Under this martial art manual, there was another martial art manual. It seemed like it was accidentally left there.
On the cover of the martial art manual, there were three words written in black, "Pure Yuan Art!"
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