The books here were too precious. If one of them was destroyed, even Zhuo Chengfeng would not be able to bear it.
Therefore, he deliberately made way for Ou Yangming and allowed him to escape. Nonetheless, he was absolutely confident that as long as Ou Yangming escaped from this room, he would be able to stop him halfway.
At this moment, his claws were already filled with essential Qi, so they were even more unstoppable when they were suddenly released.
He Yiming's body stopped in mid-air as if a pair of invisible hands had firmly bound his body.
Nonetheless, he did not panic. With a shake of his wrist, the 2 wooden boxes spun and flew behind him.
The sneer on Zhuo Chengfeng's face froze. He was furious. 'It turns out that this person didn't forget to take away 2 secret manuals before he left. He's going too far.'
He let go of one of his hands and gently moved the 2 wooden boxes to a corner. However, in the next moment, his vision blurred as another two wooden boxes came crashing down on him.
Zhuo Chengfeng's face turned pale. 'How many secret manuals did he take away?'
He secretly swore in his heart that once he captured the other party alive and pulled out the other party's poisonous fangs, he would make the other party beg for death.
With a sweep of his wrist, a gentle force was released to lure the 2 wooden boxes away. This time, he was mentally prepared. He was afraid that Ou Yangming had more than 4 secret manuals.
A black light flashed at the corner of his eyes as he thought, 'Sure enough, there's more.'
Nonetheless, when he reached out his hand this time, he realized that something was wrong. What was rapidly enlarging in his eyes was not a wooden box, but a pitch-black cross sword.
The cross sword appeared silently like a venomous snake that was lurking in the dark. At the last moment, it spat out its tongue and revealed its fangs as it bit fiercely at Zhuo Chengfeng.
Zhuo Chengfeng's heart shuddered. He could sense a powerful force from the sword. The sharpness of the sword made him feel as though he was facing death.
Ever since he became a Venerable One and cultivated in isolation here, he had not experienced this feeling for over 100 years.
His eyes suddenly darkened. A white light instantly floated above his right hand and condensed into a long sword.
With a flick of the sword, there was a clear "ding" sound as it deflected the viper-like sword.
Even so, Zhuo Chengfeng was not happy at all. He actually had to use a weapon to deal with someone who was not a Venerable One. It was truly embarrassing.
But for some reason, the sense of danger in his heart increased when he saw the cross blade and he used his weapon without any hesitation.
Just at the moment he flicked away the cross sword, He Yiming, who was originally imprisoned in front of him, suddenly exerted his strength. Taking advantage of the fact that Zhuo Chengfeng's energy was mostly concentrated on the cross sword, in an instant, his Zhen Qi violently burst out, shaking off the imprisonment power, and flew out of the other door.
Zhuo Chengfeng snorted coldly and chased after him.
The moment he left the room, the corner of his eyes glanced at the cross sword.
He could not understand why he was suddenly so careful about this inconspicuous cross sword, as if it was more terrifying than the black-clothed man.
Before he became a Venerable One, he had also fought with the Crossed Sword Assassins of the Netherworld Sect, but he had never had a similar feeling.
At the same time, he also found it difficult to understand the black-clothed man's actions.
In his memory, the Cross Sword was like a second life to the Cross Sword Assassin.
If the sword was there, the person would be there. If the sword was lost, the person would die. This was almost engraved in the bones of these assassins. However, the other party did not hesitate to throw the sword out as a hidden weapon at the critical moment, which was also beyond his expectations.
Nevertheless, he could not care much at this moment. His figure flashed and disappeared from the room.
After they all left, the cross sword on the ground suddenly moved unexpectedly. It turned into a water stain and quickly flowed out of the door. It disappeared along the dim corner of the room.
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The two people, one in front and one behind, shot out like two arrows from the bow. They went from the fifth floor to the first floor in an instant, and then dashed out of one of the tower's entrances.
There were twelve entrances to the tower. It was already night, but each entrance was guarded by a ninth level inner strength disciple and three eighth level inner strength disciples.
They were all facing the front, looking ahead with bright eyes. Suddenly, they felt something strange behind them. Before they could react to what had happened, the four people at one of the entrances felt their necks tighten, and then flew backward like a cloud.
They had just let out a cry of surprise when they felt their backs being gently pushed, and then they stood steadily.
From beginning to end, they did not even know what had happened. In the blink of an eye, they had left their original positions and stood in the middle of the tower.
The four people looked at each other, and a chill ran down their spines to their brains.
Then, they heard a sharp and long howl coming from outside the tower.
This long howl cut through the silent night sky, and made the entire Grand Divine Wind Palace boil.
Jin Zhanzhan jumped up as if there was a spring installed under his butt. He jumped out of the door and glanced at He Yiming's room.
There, there was a rhythmic sound like a machine breaking through the air.
Jin Zhanzhan had witnessed He Yiming perform the first few forms of the Thirty-six Splitting Mountain Forms last night, so even with his eyes closed, he knew that the young man in the room was constantly performing from the first form to the twenty-third form.
However, in the process of performing this time, He Yiming did not use inner strength. He just continuously performed these moves in succession.
Starting from the first form, to the twenty-third form, and then from the first form again, and so on, as if there was no end to it.
Although Jin Zhanzhan did not understand the benefits of practicing like this, at their level of cultivation, everyone had different cultivation methods that were suitable for themselves. Therefore, Jin Zhanzhan did not intend to disturb the other party's practice.
But at this time, when he heard the long howl like a warning, he hesitated and said, "Brother He."
The sound of punching and kicking inside stopped, and then He Yiming's unhappy voice was heard, "Brother Jin, what's the matter?"
Jin Zhanzhan could clearly hear the dissatisfaction in this voice. This was the inevitable reaction of anyone who was interrupted in the middle of their practice. He even believed that if he hadn't spoken up, He Yiming would have turned hostile and attacked him on the spot.
With a wry smile, Jin Zhanzhan said, "Brother He, someone has invaded our Grand Divine Wind Palace. Martial Uncle Zhuo has personally chased after them. Are you interested in going?"
He Yiming's voice sounded without hesitation, "Brother Jin, I'm not interested."
With that, there was the sound of punches and kicks breaking through the air again. He actually started practicing again, making it clear that he did not want to pay attention to the outside world.
Jin Zhanzhan shook his head slightly. He leaped up, and in mid-air, he took a step forward. The space around him rapidly closed in. When his foot landed, he was already hundreds of feet away.
However, he did not know that although the person in the room was He Yiming, the expression on He Yiming's face was extremely stiff.
After an unknown period of time, a water stain flowed out from the crack of the door. The water stain came into the room and rushed toward He Yiming.
This He Yiming stopped punching and looked down. One of his feet was suddenly missing half, and the water stains came to the gap under his feet. Just like that, the water was absorbed, and his foot was completely repaired.
Then, he raised his head and his eyes lit up, shining like a small sun.
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On the other side of the tower, the Qilian Twin Devils stood up almost at the same time. Their eyes looked in the direction of the long howl, and there was an eager and excited light in their eyes.
Another old man's voice suddenly sounded, "What are you going to do? Don't forget, this is the Grand Divine Wind Palace, not our paradise. Don't go out and cause trouble. "
The Qilian Twin Devils looked at each other and sat down helplessly.
The Great Devil said in a deep voice, "Master, judging from this howl, it seems that someone is asking for help."
Although each sect had different distress signals, most of them were almost the same.
The old man nodded slowly and said, "Yes, this is the Grand Divine Wind Palace's cry for help and warning, and the one who made this howl is a Venerable One."
"A Venerable One?" The Qilian Twin Devils looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.
Even a Venerable One had to howl for help. This was too unacceptable.
The old man furrowed his brows and murmured the names of a few people. But soon, these names were crossed out by him.
Although these people were famous powerful experts hundreds of years ago, the old man firmly believed that they would never provoke the Grand Divine Wind Palace.
After a long time, the old man sighed deeply and said, "The West is in chaos. Could it be that the Venerable One of the West …"
After Zhuo Chengfeng's long howl, the entire tower was in an uproar.
Although no one knew how many Venerable Ones there were in the Grand Divine Wind Palace, these old fellows more or less recognized Zhuo Chengfeng's voice.
This was because he was the Venerable One guarding the armory. Although his cultivation was not the top among these experts, his responsibility was the most important.
In just a few breaths, several figures had flashed in front of the door of the armory. They entered the armory and saw the mess in the library at a glance. Everyone's faces turned a little ugly.
Two of them looked at each other and turned to leave without saying a word.
The others opened another door that contained the Divine Soldier's Sharp Weapon. Only then did they breathe a sigh of relief. At least the Divine Soldier did not suffer any losses.
In the subsequent tidying up, they also found that although most of the wooden boxes had been moved, the books inside were still intact. This was considered a great fortune amidst the misfortune.
However, even so, their faces were quite ugly. Someone had actually set their sights on the armory of the Grand Divine Wind Palace. This was absolutely intolerable.
They looked in a certain direction. Three Venerables had gone out to hunt down the culprit, so it should be easy to get it.
PS: Second update, third update at night ^ _ ^ (To be continued, if you want to know what happened next, please go to www.qidian.com. There are more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)
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