Chapter 1170 Library

Everyone was waiting in the main hall, looking around from time to time. Some monks couldn't hold back their curiosity and walked towards the library. As a result, they were bounced back by the formation as soon as they took a few steps.

"boom……!"

As if touching some terrible taboo, a very blue brilliance slowly rose from the hall, overwhelming the sky, covering all directions, stinging everyone's eyes.

"What's going on? Why does such a terrifying existence appear when you touch the bookshelf?"

Everyone was puzzled. They went blind for a while and looked forward. They saw an old man in gray clothes appearing in the sky. He sat cross-legged, motionless as a clock, like a god between heaven and earth.

The face of the old man in gray clothes has changed drastically. He is neither happy nor worried. It is difficult to see what he is thinking. There are sword energy rising from the old man in gray clothes, which looks extremely sharp.

The next second!

The old man in gray said, "Everyone, I am the guardian of the library. You can call me Mr. Zhong."

"Mr. Zhong."

Everyone remembered these two words, and their eyes were a little shocked. It is said that Mr. Zhong should be a peerless strong man, but there is no aura of a strong man in him. It is like being simple and simple, transcending the world.

Chen Mo asked: "Senior, I want to know how to clear the sixth floor?"

Mr. Zhong said calmly: "There is no need to rush. Before that, I want to play a game with you. If you win, you can pass the level. If you lose, your life will be in danger."

"What game?" someone asked subconsciously.

Mr. Zhong didn't hide anything and told the truth, "Did you see the bookshelf behind me?"

As soon as these words came out, Mr. Zhong was silent, and everyone was also silent. Of course they saw the bookshelf and wanted to steal the martial arts from the bookshelf, but it was a pity that Mrs. Zhong was unfathomable.

No one dared to bet. If Mr. Zhong had the ability to kill them, wouldn't it be worth the loss?

At this time, Mr. Zhong said: "Everyone, I am the martial arts elder of Sword Mountain. I attach great importance to martial arts. If you want to pass the seventh floor of the sword tower, you must follow my rules. Whoever dares to destroy it, I'm sorry, I will let you He dies."

Mr. Zhong is not angry but is proud of himself.

Everyone was subconsciously sighing, not daring to doubt the authenticity of the matter.

Mr. Zhong added: "Of course, if you pass the test, there will be benefits."

"As for the benefits, you will know if you try it."

"I'll go first." A monk jumped out and walked towards Mr. Zhong, "Senior, how do you want to try?"

"It's very simple. Did you see the bookshelf behind me?"

Mr. Zhong looked at the monk and said slowly: "I'll give you half a minute to go in and pick the skills and martial arts, and then use half a stick of incense to practice. Then you can challenge someone, and he can choose the skills just like you. Martial skills, I will spend half a stick of incense to practice, and then I can only use the selected martial arts to fight you. If you use other martial arts, you will be severely punished. Do you understand this clearly?"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone understood what it meant, that is, everyone had half a minute to choose martial arts in the library, and then used half a stick of incense to practice.

Then they each look for their opponents. After fighting, the two of them can only use the martial arts in the library, and cannot use the martial arts they have practiced before. Once they use it, they will bear the consequences.

"Isn't this too strict?"

Everyone reacted with some complaints on their faces.

"It takes half a minute to choose a martial skill. No matter how fast you are, it is only enough to enter the library. It takes exactly half a minute to get out. Doesn't it mean that you can't find the martial skill that suits you?"

"That's right! Not to mention that you only have half a stick of incense to practice martial arts. I'm afraid the time has already passed before you can successfully practice in such a short period of time. This is really too strict."

Those who come to the Sword Tower are all proud of heaven, and they are arrogant and arrogant. Naturally, they will not think that they are inferior to others. However, Mr. Zhong’s conditions are too harsh, so Ding should be given some time to choose martial arts.

When the time comes to fight against the enemy, the power of martial arts will not be unleashed at all.

At this moment, even Chen Mo felt that the conditions were strict and if he failed to practice successfully, he would not be able to use martial arts.

"Cultivation is about going against nature and having luck. If you think even this condition is strict, I can only send you away. The dragon veins will never be given to cowardly people."

Mr. Zhong’s voice was cold, and the originally noisy atmosphere suddenly became silent.

"Who is willing to come up and try now and doesn't want to get out of here?" Mr. Zhong shouted angrily.

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what they were thinking.

But they all know that if you defeat your opponent, you can reach the seventh floor of the sword tower. This is not an opportunity.

Soon, someone came forward.

"Mr. Zhong, I come first."

Mr. Zhong nodded and said, "Who are you?"

"Fire Yang Sect Mo Yu."

"Very good, you only have half a minute to choose martial arts." Zhong Lao waved his hand, and a certain formation in the library was activated. Mo Yu walked towards the library with excitement.

He first strode across, quickly walked into the library, and then immediately selected the offensive martial arts in the library. After a casual glance, he saw a book called Splitting Tablet Palm.

Without saying a word, he picked it up and left. He only had half a minute to go back and forth. Even if he was given an extra book, it wouldn't be enough time to practice.

He still understands the truth of biting off more than he can chew.

"Mr. Zhong, I've made my choice." Mo Yu said.

Mr. Zhong glanced at it and asked, "Mo Yu, who do you want to challenge?"

As soon as he said this, Mo Yu looked happy and took the initiative to challenge others, which would make it easier to win.

Mo Yu looked for his opponent in the crowd. His eyes were blazing and he soon stared at a young man.

The young man's realm was in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. When he saw Mo Yu pointing his hand at him, he came out of desperation and said to Mo Yu: "You dare to challenge me, and I will definitely let you know the consequences of challenging me. "

"Kong Xin, I've long noticed that you don't like me. Now that I have the opportunity, of course I will challenge you."

Mo Yu looked at Kong Xin with a sneer. After hearing this, the latter shook his head, feeling that Mo Yu was hopeless.

However, Kong Xin still said to Mr. Zhong: "Senior, can I choose martial arts now?"

"Okay." Mr. Zhong nodded.

Kong Xin went in to choose martial arts. It took half a minute for Kong Xin to choose a martial arts called Mountain Collapse Strike, returned to Mr. Zhong, and stood side by side with Mo Yu.

Mr. Zhong said calmly: "Let's start!"

Kong Xin and Mo Yu immediately started to practice martial arts. They only had half a minute. They had to race against time to practice. Otherwise, if they didn't succeed in practicing, they would attack with their bare hands.

As time went by, half a stick of incense passed quickly.

Kong Xin was a little dejected because he had not succeeded in practicing the Mountain Collapsing Fist. He only touched the threshold and the amplified power was not strong when used.

Seeing that Kong Xin was dejected, Mo Yu's face was slightly happy, "Fortunately, I am very smart and have practiced the palm technique before. I succeeded in practicing the Monument Splitting Palm without much difficulty. Defeating Kong Xin is a piece of cake."

At this time, Mr. Zhong said, "Half a stick of incense, no matter how much time you have, it's time to start fighting until the winner is determined."