After Wu Hen's enthusiastic explanation, Fenghao and the others became public enemies. Gazes burning with jealousy swept over the few of them.{}
This was a must.
Feng Hao's high-profile actions had directly caused the dissatisfaction of more than half of the people.
He was clearly not putting them in his eyes!
When had the high and mighty people ever been provoked like this before?
This was definitely the first time!
However, they did not understand. How did a person with no elemental attribute, who was only at the Martial Ancestor Realm, enter the Saint King Mountain?And how did he get into the top ten of the rookie list?
Glancing at Joan Of Arc, they realized that this young lady was only slightly better than him. She was also a Martial Ancestor Realm with no elemental attribute. Yet, the two of them managed to get into the top ten. This made them even more convinced.
There was no one else in the outer village!
In addition, Wu Hen deliberately did not explain. The gazes they used to look at Feng Hao were filled with disdain.
He was definitely just a spoiled brat with a powerful background.
Thinking about it this way, they felt a little relieved.
However, in the Saint King Mountain, status did not give one any advantage.
Here, only strength was the way to go!
After a while, the faces of Feng Hao and the others were memorized.
Such a spoiled brat, they had to teach him a lesson!
Seeing that Cheng Nan and the others were in so much pain that they wished they were dead, the corners of Wu Hen's mouth curled up into a sinister arc. When Feng Hao threw him a look that said, "You're so boring," the complacent expression on his face quickly froze. His eyes flickered with a fierce light.
He hated this young man. He actually caused him to lose face in front of so many people.
You can't get back the face you've lost.
Feng Hao's cultivation was originally lower than his. Lost?This was also normal.
With regards to this, Feng Hao did not pay much attention to it.
If he offended them, he would only have passion in the future, right?
He needed external pressure to spur him on. These people were the best choice.
Standing here, the most eye-catching thing in front of him was the wooden pagoda that was overflowing with an ancient fragrance. The wood was shiny and purple, as if it was flowing with lustrous light.
The entire pagoda was actually made of Purple Ironwood. The hardness of this type of wood had already surpassed that of normal metals. According to legend, even a Martial Saint would not be able to leave a handprint on it.
This pagoda was the Sacred King Mountain's Gnomic Pagoda. Inside it were countless martial skills, secret manuals, and a small number of primordial secret skills!
In this place, the Martial Skills, Secret Techniques, and Secret Techniques were not clearly labeled. Therefore, it was all up to luck.
Creak!
While he was deep in thought, a muffled sound rang out. The doors of the Seeding Pagoda opened. In an instant, the small discussions on the scene quieted down.
An old, slightly hunchbacked figure walked out of the pitch-black Ginseng Tower.
The old man was almost seventy years old. His white hair was very messy, and his wrinkled face was full of wrinkles. He looked as if he had one foot in the grave. His murky eyes were slightly squinted, and there was not the slightest bit of spirit in them. He merely glanced at the crowd, then lowered his head.
You all know the rules, right?
A hoarse, sand-like voice slowly came out of the old man's mouth. It was as if he had not spoken for a long time, and his voice sounded a little rusty.
Understood!
Everyone replied in unison.
No one dared to look down on this old man. Although he looked like an ordinary person, without the slightest trace of martial energy, who would dare to assume that he was just an ordinary person when he appeared at the peak of the Sacred King Mountain and took on the role of guardian of the Gnomic Pagoda?
The more ordinary he looked, the more unfathomable he was!
Feng Hao even felt that this old man's cultivation level might even be higher than Lu Song's!
The old man did not say anything else and walked straight in.
Let's go.
Feng Hao gently held Joan Of Arc's sweaty little hand and softly said, then pulled her into the pagoda.
Bang!
After the last person walked in, the pagoda's door closed with a loud bang.
...
Above the clouds, two people were floating there.
They were the Sacred King Xuan Xuan and the Sacred Envoy.
A Martial Ancestor?
Xuan Xuan slightly furrowed his brows. His eyes were filled with doubt. How did someone with such a cultivation level become the champion of the International Grand Competition?
He suspiciously glanced at the Sacred Envoy.
Sacred King, have you forgotten that he is also in the top one of the Rookie List?
Being doubted once again, the Sacred Envoy felt very depressed. He suddenly had an idea and used the Annual Grand Competition as an excuse.
This … That's right. He is actually in the top one of the Rookie List.
Xuan Xuan was stunned. He nodded his head and asked, "Could it be that he has mastered some kind of special secret skill?
Yes, and he seems to have mastered two of them. "
The corner of the Sacred Envoy's mouth slightly twitched. There was a faint trace of shock in his eyes.
There were advantages and disadvantages to using a secret skill. It consumed a person's essence energy, which was equivalent to a slow suicide. Who would use a secret skill unless they had no other choice?
However, this young man was good. He kept using the Qilin Arm and the Heavy Mysterious Domain. Looking at his lively appearance, it seemed that he did not consume essence energy.
This puzzled Xuan Xuan.
It turned out that he had used a secret skill to win.
Xuan Xuan nodded his head again. Next time, he must see for himself what kind of secret skill was so powerful.
Let's go.
With a slight sound of breaking the air, the two of them disappeared above the clouds.
...
It was very dark inside the Gnome Tower. There were only a few magic crystals on each bookshelf. The magic crystals emitted a faint light, which dyed the surrounding darkness.
After these people walked in, they did not stop. They all walked toward the bookshelves. Some of them directly went up to the second floor.
Obviously, it was not their first time coming to the Gnome Tower.
They only had seven days, which was not a long time. They could not just stand here and waste it.
Fenghao gave Cheng Nan a look, and the few of them dispersed, walking toward the bookshelves in the surroundings.
After all, they couldn't just gather all of them together and head to the same place.
That would be too obvious.
After a period of time, no one paid attention to their movements anymore. Even Wu Hen was holding a yellowing martial skill book and studying it. He was completely immersed in it.
Twenty-six bookshelves.
Holding Joan Of Arc's soft hand, the two of them walked and stopped before the 26th bookshelf.
Xin 'er.
They saw Wan Xin standing beside the bookshelf. Her eyes were slightly closed. In her hand, she was holding a scroll that was emitting a cold scarlet light. From this scroll, a beam of light would occasionally sweep over her body.
After a slight daze, Feng Hao understood what was going on. At the same time, he pulled Joan Of Arc, who was about to go over to greet her.
Wan Xin was comprehending the secret skill!
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