Within the refining deities, the area is extremely vast.

The Dangzang Book Pavilion is quite far away from Shiyan Mountain. After half a column of incense, Jian Wushuang saw the palace with an open mouth like an evil ghost.

宫殿 This palace looks spooky, with a black plaque hanging on it, with the three characters ‘Hangshukaku’ written on it.

"This is the Tibetan Book Pavilion? The style really fits the style of the Shenzong Sect."

Qi Jian Wushuang couldn't help but be indifferent, immediately shook his head, and walked towards the library.

I was quite quiet inside, and no one else existed. I thought that the five-pulse disciple had not arrived yet.

There are countless huge bookshelves in the Dangzang Book Shelf. There are densely packed books on the shelves, and there are tens of millions of less.

With a movement in Wu Shuang's heart, the divine power spread out and shot towards these books.

In the blink of an eye, the contents of thousands of books fell into Jian Wushuang's mind all at once.

Jian Jian Wushuang slowly closed her eyes and began to read the contents of these books carefully, looking for an explanation of virtual force.

Time passes slowly.

An hour ...

Two hours ...

Three hours ...

"found it!"

Wu Jian's eyes opened sharply, and there was a flash of magic in his eyes.

Alas.

next moment.

An ancient yellow book, shot backwards from the bookshelf, and flew into the hands of Jian Wushuang.

记载 The content recorded in this book is truly a search for the most essential and original force of virtual force.

The seal has a mark on it, which can indicate who borrowed the book from the library, and Jian Wushuang Jianshu has already arrived. Naturally, there is no need to stay in the library, and turn to walk outside the library.

Crackling.

As soon as Wu reached the door, Jian Wushuang heard a rush of footsteps.

Afterwards, the vision in front of him was covered by dark shadows, and a group of disciples of arrogant Shenzong with different appearances stopped in front of him.

They are wearing uniform blood robes. The disciple in the front has a bear head, muscles knotted on his arms, and his upper body is twisted like veins of horror. On his left shoulder, seven red stars are shining. The light!

Seven stars, the counterpart is almost invincible master!

"Give me some trouble."

Wu Jianwu stepped together, holding books, and looked up at the disciples with a calm expression.

This group of disciples, walking in the first place, is obviously the leader Xiong Xushi, looking down at Jian Wushuang, and then flashes a strange color in his eyes.

For a moment, the corner of his mouth opened a radian.

"Mist double?"

Wu Jianshuang nodded his head after hearing the words and said, "It's me. Is there anything wrong?"

The tall and burly Xiong Xushi heard the words, the smile on his face grew stronger, and he stretched out his hand and said, "Mist Shuang, I'm angry bear, the chief disciple of the elder of Banshan Taishang. I think we can sit and talk . "

Wu Jiansou looked at him lightly and said, "Not interested."

As soon as this remark was made, the audience was silent.

The smile on the face of the angry bear Xu Shi was frozen, and the outstretched hand was stiff.

喂 "Hey, Shuangshuang, our boss invites you personally, don't know me!"

"Mist Shuang, how did you talk to our Brother Fury?"

"Mist Shuang, pay attention to your attitude to talking to Brother Fury!"

The angry bear Xu Shi had not spoken yet, and the disciples behind him could not help but scold.

Jian Jianwushuang frowned when he heard the words, but did not speak.

Click.

The angry bear retracted his hands, squinted his eyes, and Pi Xiaorou did not smile: "Mist Shuang, it seems you are not going to give me this face?"

Wu Jianshou's expression was always indifferent, and he looked at him and said, "I'll say it again at last, please let go, you're blocking my way."

I saw this fall, and the angry bear's eyes narrowed again, and finally the smile on his face completely converged.

I was just about to continue talking.

Crackling.

Clapping sounded outside the library.

"Hahaha, angry bear, I can't think of you as the chief disciple, who is about to break through the existence of a trace-level virtuoso, and even eaten in the hands of a new student!"

A chirping sound sounded, and then saw a young man with bone and wings and a thin body, leading a group of people, and strode in.

Jichen Bone is too old. The chief disciple of the elders' veins, Black-winged Xu Shi!

Crackling.

I wasn't finished. I saw that there were still seven-star-level Xu Shi, leading the disciples of Lian Shen Zong, or expressionless, or slightly sarcastic, and entered with a hand from outside the library.

Lan Yuetai, the elder's chief disciple, Xuanyang!

Jin Jinya, the elder's chief disciple, Zhengheng!

For a moment, all the disciples of the four elder brothers and elders arrived, except for the disciples who practiced the lineage of the Sect Master.

"Furious bear, it looks like your face is not easy to use. People will not look at you at all."

Zheng Jinya, the elder's chief disciple, Zhengheng Xushi, smiled lightly.

Immediately, a burst of laughter came.

They are in the same vein, and they are constantly fighting in secret. Everyone wants to be a horn-earing person of the younger generation of Shenzong. At this moment, when I see angry bears eating, how can I let this scene of falling rocks down.

"Humph."

The angry bear grunted coldly, his eyes staring at Wu Shuang, his expression suddenly became gloomy.

In his eyes, the violent light flickered continuously.

"Mist Shuang, I finally ask you again, do you not have this face?"

Said the angry bear coldly.

Today, either Sword Warrior surrenders to him, or he will take sword Sword Warrior!

Otherwise, what is his face?

"Master Wushuang, don't hurry to promise, don't worry about him, come to my black wing here, I guarantee you nothing!"

The black-winged Xu Shi's eyes flickered, and he said.

"Master Wushuang, come to me, I will take good care of you!"

Xi Zhengheng Xu Shi, also quickly said.

For a moment, everyone gave you a mouthful and a mouthful, and the originally quiet library was suddenly noisy.

"Noise."

Jian Jian Wushuang saw this, his eyebrows gradually cooled down, looking at the angry bear blocking him in front of him like a mountain, and only spit out a word.

"Go!"

The exit of the word "roll" suddenly sounded like a thunderous thunder, and the audience was silent!

"you wanna die!!!"

The angry bear burst into rage instantly.

Endless powerlessness, condensed in his hands.

Seeing everyone else, when I saw this scene, my eyes were instantly frozen.

Then, at this moment, Jian Wushuang's right hand had suddenly stretched out at a faster speed, holding the angry bear's neck with one hand!

next moment!

Wu Jian lifted the angry bear directly with no force on his hands.

With no hands in the sword, he seemed not to be the bear who dominated the refining gods, but a chick who could pinch to death.

The angry bear's complexion changed instantly, no matter how he surging vain power, he could not struggle at all.

In his terrified gaze, Jian Wushuang's cold voice sounded in his ear.

"I don't want to participate in your boring game, don't come to death."