The Martial Technique Pavilion was located in the back mountain of the Holy Land. Together with the Soul Pavilion, Battle Qi Pavilion, and Treasure Pavilion, it was one of the most desirable places in the Holy Land. The Four Great Pavilions were located in the East, West, South, and North directions of the Holy Land. Each pavilion was a tower. The towers were tall and thin like bamboo shoots. The top of the tower was like a lid, and the top of the tower was like a bottle. The color of the tower was simple and unadorned. The top of the tower was lined with green glazed tiles. Together with the simple grayish-yellow tower body, it was filled with a solemn and majestic aura.
A few thick iron chains extended from the tower body, anchoring this building with thousands of years of history. It was a shocking sight.
The towers stood tall in all four directions, like unsheathed swords, piercing through the clouds. Together with the lush vegetation below the towers, it was a beautiful sight to behold. At the same time, the pride in one's heart soared.
The Martial Technique Pavilion, as the name suggested, was a pavilion that stored martial techniques. All the martial techniques that the Holy Land had collected over the past thousands of years were stored in the pavilion. There were even some lost techniques that could be found in the Four Great Pavilions.
Yi Feng had spent most of his five years in the Four Great Pavilions, endlessly absorbing the martial techniques stored in the pavilions. But even so, Yi Feng didn't manage to finish a tenth of them. In the end, Yi Feng could only give up on the low-level martial techniques and set his sights on the Sun Ranked martial techniques. Only then did he manage to finish reading all the martial techniques in the Five Great Pavilions.
Sun Ranked martial techniques were indeed worthy of being the most valuable martial techniques in the continent. Yi Feng actually finished reading all of them in a year. Yi Feng couldn't help but feel aggrieved. He slandered in his heart, So the Four Great Pavilions of the Holy Land are only so-so.
If the people of the continent knew what Yi Feng was thinking, they would probably want to slap Yi Feng to death. Sun Ranked martial techniques were so precious! Most people could only dream about them. You actually used a year to finish reading all of them?! Damn, are the Sun Ranked martial techniques trash?!
However, what infuriated Yi Feng the most was that Yi Feng, who had been listening to the Great Elder and the others bragging about how awesome the Holy Land was, had actually only found two sets of Earth Grade cultivation techniques. Moreover, it was quite secretive. If it wasn't for his sharp eyes, he wouldn't have been able to discover it.
Every time Yi Feng thought of this, he would criticize the Holy Land in front of the five Great Elders. A dignified Holy Land actually only had two sets of Earth Grade Martial Skills. How embarrassing.
His loud curses almost caused the five elders to vomit blood and die. You bastard, do you think Earth level cultivation techniques are like cabbages? You can get a whole basket of them with a pull. That was an Earth Grade Cultivation Technique. If it was given to the emperor of some empire, he would definitely be shocked. It was likely that this empire would soon be surrounded by all the other empires.
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Yi Feng, of course, ignored the anger of the First Elder and the others. Instead, he said matter-of-factly, "You have the nerve to compare yourself with others? You're all part of the underworld with thousands of years of history. You've done all sorts of things, but you only managed to get two sets. The quality was too low. Moreover, with thousands of years, it was easy to create a few sets. Thinking about it, your ancestors only thought about picking up girls. However, even if you're a gigolo, you can still cheat a few sets. "
Once Yi Feng finished speaking, the five elders couldn't hold it in. One by one, they fainted on the ground. A final thought flashed through their minds: This brat reincarnated in the wrong body. He definitely shouldn't be a human.
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Although Yi Feng was disdainful of this, in these five years, other than learning from the five elders and soaking in the pavilion. The rest of the time was used to cultivate these two Earth Grade Martial Skills.
Looking at the Martial Skills Pavilion in front of him, which brought back so many memories, he strode inside. When he reached the door of the attic, he stopped and stood there motionless.
Yi Feng could be a little presumptuous in front of the First Elder, but he didn't dare to be presumptuous in the five great pavilions. These five great pavilions seemed to be unguarded, but who would have thought that there were countless experts hidden inside? Yi Feng once tried to secretly steal the Martial Skills. But just as he did that, seven or eight people rushed out from all directions. Especially one of them was an old man with a white beard. He glanced at Yi Feng, and Yi Feng was pressured to the point that he couldn't breathe. His entire person seemed to be pressed down by Mount Tai.
This experience made Yi Feng not dare to have any ideas about the four great pavilions. Moreover, what Yi Feng couldn't believe the most was that the most respected First Elder in the Sacred Ground didn't even dare to breathe loudly in front of this old man with a white beard.
Very quickly, Yi Feng who stopped in place felt as if he had been stripped of all his secrets. Just as his forehead was covered in cold sweat. Only then did a very weak voice sound out.
"You can go in."
Only then did Yi Feng let out a sigh of relief. Every time he came to the Martial Skills Pavilion, there would be such a scene to verify his identity. That weak voice belonged to the old man with a white beard.
Yi Feng walked in with large strides. As soon as he entered, he looked up and saw that the bookshelves of various sizes were filled with books. The bookshelves made of mahogany emitted a bright red light, adding a soft dim light to the blurry tower.
Yi Feng's footsteps didn't stop at all. The first floor had the most Martial Skills. But it was also the lowest level, and they were all Star-Class Martial Skills. Yi Feng didn't even want to take a look at these Martial Skills.
Compared to the first floor, the number of Martial Skills on the second floor was less than half. The Martial Skills displayed here were all Moon-Class Martial Skills. Yi Feng continued to walk up. When he reached the third floor, his footsteps stopped slightly. The number of Martial Skills on the third floor was obviously much less than the first two floors. Most of the space on the bookshelves was empty, and the spacious space seemed very empty.
If Yi Feng didn't remember wrongly, there were some unique and decent Moon-Class Cultivation Techniques in there. Of course, there were also two Sun-Class Martial Skills. This was also the highest floor that Shi Daier and Liu Feng could reach.
Yi Feng continued to walk forward. When he reached the stairs leading to the fourth floor, he saw a closed stone door. Seeing this, Yi Feng unhurriedly took out a pitch-black, iron-like object from his storage ring, and gently pressed it against the indentation of the stone door.
"Chi …"
With a push sound, the stone door automatically moved to the side. Stone steps made of marble appeared in front of Yi Feng's eyes.
The fourth floor was the place that all the disciples of the Sacred Land and many elders yearned for. The Martial Skills stored here were all Sun-Class Martial Skills. In the entire Sacred Land, only the five elders and a few special serving elders could enter at will. They never thought that a disciple could also receive such treatment.
If they knew, there would be another storm in the Sacred Land.
Yi Feng was very curious. He had seen almost all the Sun-Class Martial Skills in the Sacred Land, but he had never heard of the Water-Wood Dual Attribute Martial Skill mentioned by Shi Daier.
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