"How can you not be surprised? Don't you know what a good exercise means?" Zhong Qinglei did not agree with Liu Zhengyang's statement and refuted it seriously.

Then, he picked up the magic scripture, walked back slowly, and handed it to Liu Zhengyang.

Liu Zhengyang was stunned for a moment before asking, "You give it to me?"

"It was originally what you got first, and I just gave it back to you." Zhong Qinglei changed his excited expression and said casually, "For you who want to cultivate magic, this exercise is just right. , you can make your Demon Dao cultivation base catch up with Immortal Dao in the shortest time."

Liu Zhengyang took the magic scripture, flipped it a few times at will, and then put it away close to him.

He smiled and said, "Alright, I'll ask someone to transcribe a copy for you. It should also be of great help to you."

After that, Liu Zhengyang and others continued to loot the treasure left by the strong man.

Of course, to be on the safe side, they didn't move the head and tail.

When the looting was almost done, they continued to move forward.

After passing through the labyrinth-like area, they passed through a doorway, and the swirling feeling at first reappeared in them. However, because they had already had an experience, they were very calm and faced it with a very normal attitude.

When they woke up again, they found themselves in a room.

The two sides of the room were filled with weapon racks, and the weapon racks were full of swords, spears, swords and halberds, which looked like an ordinary martial artist's practice room.

It is difficult for Liu Zhengyang to associate it with the magic cultivator.

Because for monks, there are obviously better fighting methods to use, why use such primitive melee weapons? Isn't it sweet to use long-range attacks or pure energy attacks?

"The room is closed." Liu Zhengyang observed the room, and then said curiously, "What is the purpose of moving us to such a place? Do you want us to take away the weapons here? Are the weapons here also from the past? Meticulously crafted by powerful magicians?"

"It's possible." Zhong Qinglei nodded, walked over and picked up a big knife.

hum!

The moment the broadsword was picked up, the entire room seemed to vibrate.

Then, a large number of purple light spots gathered from all directions, and finally a tall figure condensed in the center of the room. That tall figure exuded powerful aura and energy fluctuations, no weaker than Zhong Qinglei, and looked towards Zhong Qinglei.

What's even more bizarre is that the purple figure also has a big knife in his hand, exactly the same as Zhong Qinglei's.

"What's the situation?" Zhong Qinglei was a little confused.

Liu Zhengyang vaguely felt something, and quickly reminded Zhong Qinglei: "Zhong Qinglei, be careful! He wants to fight you!"

As soon as Liu Zhengyang finished speaking, the purple figure turned into an arrow from the string, rushing towards Zhong Qinglei.

After approaching Zhong Qinglei, he first jumped high, and then with the momentum of falling, he slashed towards Zhong Qinglei's neck with a knife.

Zhong Qinglei was reminded by Liu Zhengyang and had already reacted.

After seeing the action of the purple figure, he sneered disdainfully: "Stupid way of fighting, don't you think you can kill me like this?"

Zhong Qinglei stood firm at his feet, and also greeted him with a knife from bottom to top.

He shouted coldly: "At our level, what is the cultivator's own weight? Even if you attack with the power of falling, it will not increase much lethality!"