The attic of the classics, in order to ask the sword mountain, after the martial arts event ended, Zhang Yi at this time came here again.

He stood in mid-air and looked down. The mountains below were surrounded by clouds and mist, and there was a seven-story attic built on the mountain. From time to time, some warriors entered and exited through the gate, looking excited.

"I don't know what kind of magical powers there are in this sixth floor?"

"I have to take this opportunity to find a martial arts supernatural power that is suitable for me. It is best to use it all the way to the sixth level of the saint's realm to ensure that there is no shortage of supernatural powers in my intermediate saint stage."

A thought flashed through Zhang Yi's mind, he converged the streamer and landed at the gate of the ancient book attic.

"It's Master Zhang Yi..."

The martial arts event has just ended, Zhang Yi's fame can be said to have reached a peak, and he is known by many martial artists in Jianshan.

Therefore, as soon as Zhang Yi's figure fell, it aroused the attention of everyone and secretly inquired, but no one dared to approach and disturb Zhang Yi.

And Zhang Yi didn't care about the quiet atmosphere around, and walked into the attic of the classics with steady steps.

Then, after stepping into the door, Zhang Yi looked sideways to the right.

There, there was a small counter, and a white-haired old man curled up lazily on the rocking chair behind the counter, closing his eyes and sleeping soundly.

The other party seemed to be asleep, and there was no response, but Zhang Yi did not dare to underestimate him, even though he has now entered the fourth level of heavenly saint, his strength has been greatly improved compared to before.

After all, the Books Attic collects the world's secret techniques, and it is not easy to ask the people who can sit here in the important place of Jianshan.

Zhang Yi even guessed that the other party was most likely the last of the four elders of Wen Jianshan.

Ask the four elders of Jianshan.

Zhang Yi met Elder Po Xuan when he entered Wenjian Mountain. He successfully entered Wenjian Mountain under the assessment of the other party. After the trip to Chiyan County, he met Elder Xia Qing again.

At the martial arts event that just ended, the third elder Wu Chun and Zhang Yi were also able to see it. Only the last elder had not seen the real face, so Zhang Yi could not help but doubt the identity of the old man guarding the attic of the books.

"When I first joined Wenjian Mountain and went to the attic of the classics to choose the Taixuan sword scripture exercises, this old man was sleeping soundly behind the counter."

"And at this time, more than a hundred years have passed, but this old man does not seem to have changed much. Although his hair is white, there is no sign of decay or decay in his body."

"Jianshan is really a land of hidden dragons and crouching tigers."

Zhang Yi sighed in his heart, and then he retracted his thoughts, solemnly bowed his fists to the old man, and then walked towards the stairs leading to the second floor.

And when Zhang Yi's figure disappeared, the old man did not respond from beginning to end, and was dozing off with a long breath.

Holding the token given by Elder Wu Chun, Zhang Yi didn't stop there too much. He stepped directly on the stairs, broke through the multiple light curtains, and went straight to the sixth floor of the ancient books attic.

Soon, at the entrance of the sixth floor, the blue light curtain rippled slightly, and then Zhang Yi, who was holding the token, stepped in. He looked around, and there was a look of surprise in his eyes.

Because the sixth floor of the attic of this book is very different from what he imagined.

This is a mustard space.

From the outside, the ancient books attic does not seem to be large, but the inner space of the sixth floor is extremely vast, and there is the use of space arrays.

Even Zhang Yi glanced at the room, but he couldn't see the end of the sixth floor.

"A river?"

Standing at the entrance, Zhang Yi looked up and saw that in the mid-air of this mustard seed space, there was a dazzling river flowing by, with countless light spots in it, exuding mysterious fluctuations.

Zhang Yi knew it in his heart, knowing that each light spot in the river corresponds to a magic power secret technique, and countless combinations of secret techniques form such a dazzling river.

"The magical powers and secrets of this level have a certain spirituality. The spirituality diverges from each other and spontaneously forms a splendid river. It is not unacceptable."

"It's just this way, if you want to obtain a great magical power that suits you in the dazzling river, I'm afraid it will be a little troublesome."

Zhang Yi whispered.

On the sixth floor, Zhang Yi glanced at him, but there was no one else except the dazzling river. At this time, he was the only one on the sixth floor.

This is not surprising, after all, there are only seven floors in the Books Attic, and the sixth floor is so precious that even elder-level saints cannot enter or leave at will.

"Now, let me choose carefully."

Zhang Yi's eyes reflected the dazzling river in mid-air, and he immediately sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

And a powerful spiritual sense condensed on the top of the head, turned into a fist-sized transparent villain, and rushed into the bright river.

"boom!"

The moment Zhang Yi's spiritual body rushed into the dazzling river, his eyes suddenly turned white, as if the world in front of him suddenly burst open, and a white light enveloped Zhang Yi's entire line of sight.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that Zhang Yi came back to his senses and re-perceived the outside world.

At this time, Zhang Yi seemed to come to a vast starry sky, and under his feet was the darkness of nothingness that spread into the depths of the universe.

With the starry sky as the background, the streamers were the size of meteorites, roaring from a distance at an extremely astonishing speed, and then passed by him.

"This is......."

Zhang Yi stared at the meteorite that passed by him, and suddenly enlightenment flashed in his heart.

"This is the internal situation of the dazzling river, and the streamer like a meteorite is transformed by a mysterious magic!"

Zhang Yi thought of this, and suddenly, a streamer entwined with thunder rushed over from a distance.

"Intake!"

With a thought, Zhang Yi transformed into a giant azure blue hand with his spirit. He grabbed the approaching streamer in the palm of his hand, and some basic information also overflowed from the streamer and was captured by him.

Thunder Purgatory Fist: The technique of intermediate supernatural powers.

The purgatory thunder above the quadruple sky is integrated into the double fists. After a hundred years of Leiwei tempering, it can be small. When a punch falls, it is like a thunder trial, which can cut off the mountains and blow up the lake!

"Tsk tsk."

"Leiguang Purgatory Fist, an intermediate-level supernatural power?"

"It seems that in the secret arts of the first level of the great magical power, there are also more detailed divisions according to the strength of the power."

Zhang Yi smacked his lips.

He did not expect that a magical power he grabbed at random would have such a level. If it were placed in an external force, such a secret book would be enough to become a family's inheritance secret book.

However, Zhang Yi is a swordsman. His first choice is naturally the kendo supernatural power, and it is rare to come in once. How can he choose a top supernatural power to be worthy of his hard work in the martial arts event.

Therefore, Zhang Yi was not moved. With a wave of his hand, he released this stream of light and let it swept into the distance.

"Okay, let me explore it."

Zhang Yi's spirit turned into a villain standing in the galaxy, and when he moved, he swept into the distance like a swimming fish.

Zhang Yi's treasure hunt has officially begun.

And because Zhang Yi got a chance to enter the sixth floor, only the number of times is limited, and there is no time limit, so he doesn't have to worry about the lack of time.

He can slowly explore this dazzling river until he chooses the great magical power that best suits him.

Time passed so slowly.

Zhang Yi sat cross-legged on the sixth floor of the ancient book attic, exploring the secrets of the great supernatural powers, and the outside world, a series of storms brought about by the end of the martial arts event, also spread with the passage of time, causing a wave of waves.

For a time, I asked the twenty-eight counties of Jianshan, and countless warriors were discussing and arguing.

Even the warriors down to the four realms of heaven and earth, although the martial arts event is too far away for them, they are still excited to discuss, and there is a desire in their eyes.

They hope that they can also have the opportunity to participate in the martial arts event in the future, write a gorgeous chapter, and be sung by the Quartet.

Even outside the twenty-eight counties of Wenjian Mountain, the entire violent sea area was concerned about the martial arts event held by Wenjian Mountain this time.

After all, as one of the eight top forces, the quality of the martial arts event and the battle strength of the elite saints that emerge also represent part of the background of Wenjian Mountain.

And the result of this martial arts event also made Dewen Jianshan hand over a perfect answer sheet.

Whether it is the swift sword Ziqing, one of the original elite saints, or the dark horse Sun Feng who came out of the secondary forces of Lin'an County.

Both of them are the best in the same realm, and their strength is not bad. Even if they look at the entire violent sea area, they may be enough to rank in the first echelon.

And Zhang Yi, who took the lead in breaking through to the Fourth Heaven, needless to say more, and in the eyes of the top forces of all parties has also increased a lot of attention.

It is regarded as an extremely tyrannical rival by the first-day arrogant saint among the top forces of all parties.

In the violent sea area, some progress was interrupted because of the large-scale beast tide a hundred years ago.

But at this time, a new storm was brewing, dark clouds condensed, and lightning jumped in it, as if it was about to rain.

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One of the twenty-eight counties in Jianshan, Chiyan County.

Under the vast intelligence network, in just half a month, the news of the martial arts event was passed over and learned by many martial artists.

Among them, the one that attracted the most attention of the warriors in Chiyan County was naturally Zhang Yi, who once parachuted into Chiyan County.

During Zhang Yi's 30-year tenure in Chiyan County, many warriors have seen and even contacted this young but steady inspector.

...

"The first person in the martial arts event, the first to break through to the fourth-layer heavenly saint realm?"

"Fellow Daoist Zhang Yi, no, it should be called Master Zhang Yi now, but it's really extraordinary."

In a splendid hall, there are eight pillars carved with auspicious beasts, standing up the entire palace.

In the first seat, a tall man looked at the envelope he had just received and couldn't help but sigh, his thoughts were flying.

He is Wang Batian, the head of the Wang family, one of the three major blood families in Chiyan County.

A cultivation base is second only to the county owner Tao Ye in Chiyan County, and has reached the peak of the triple heaven!

When Zhang Yi came to the Wang family, he was assassinated here, and that was the first attack of the enemy who pushed the undercurrent of Chiyan County, the remnants of Yanyang Mountain.

At the beginning, Zhang Yi deliberately took advantage of this sudden attack to extort money from the Wang family, and took a lot of martial arts resources into his storage ring.

At this time, everything was like a flash in the sky, and it was involved in everyone's memories.

And just received the news about the martial arts event from the county master's mansion, which made Wang Batian recalled and sighed.

"At the beginning, Lord Zhang Yi was in Chiyan County, but I was only at the second level of cultivation, but I was already at the peak of the third level."

"At this time, nearly a hundred years have passed. Lord Zhang Yi has already advanced to the fourth layer of heaven, but I am still at the peak of the third layer of heaven, and I can't break through for a long time."

"It's so desperate!"

Wang Batian's happiness and anger are usually invisible, but at this time, he is a little distracted and a little depressed.

It has been more than three hundred years since he entered the peak of the third layer of heaven. During this time, he has attacked the realm of the fourth layer of heaven twice, but in the end both ended in failure.

The Martial Dao barriers blocking the front are still like a mountain of thousands of miles, sturdy and heavy to make people desperate.

"Two times I failed to hit the 4th-layer Saint Realm, and my foundation was still damaged a lot. With shaking, this means that the third shock is my last chance, and it will be even more difficult."

"If I fail again, it is very likely that I will fall on the spot under the power of backlash."

"I was hesitant before, worried that if I fall, the Wang family will lose my current status and fall from the position of the three major families, but at this time, I should also make a decision."

"After all, the future belongs to young people. At this time, it is time for me to unload the burden of the family owner, put down all my doubts, and make my last bet."

Zhang Yi was in high spirits, even in the more fiercely competitive Jianshan, he stood out and stood proudly above many saints. The news of this scene deeply stimulated Wang Batian.

After all, when he first met, his realm was even higher than Zhang Yi, but now, he has let a younger generation surpass him and enter the realm of his hard pursuit, and he feels a little uneasy.

Therefore, at this moment, he made up his mind and prepared for the last fight.

If you don't succeed, you will become benevolent!

At this time, the head of the Wang family already had such a realization.

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In another direction ~lightnovelpub.net~ the Ye family, one of the three major families in Chiyan County, Ye Pingtian, the head of the Ye family, also has a deep gaze, looking into the distance.

"Fourth Heavenly Saint Realm? This inspector is really surprising. Compared with this, I was just passing by in a hurry, and it's not worth mentioning."

"Fortunately, when Xuan'er served as the opponent's subordinate, the relationship with the Ye family was not very rigid. Although it is not a good friend, the relationship is still relatively harmonious, and there should be no revenge..."

Just as Ye Pingtian was calculating, at the entrance of the courtyard, a figure walked in, it was Ye Xuan who was a man.

Ye Pingtian smiled and said loudly.

"Xuan'er, you have now entered the second-layer heavenly saint realm, and your cultivation base is barely enough. It is time to take charge of some family affairs."

"Next, I will teach you well and prepare for taking over as the head of the family."

"Yes, father."

Ye Xuan was stunned for a moment, then calmly replied.

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