C5 Lesson

At night, the constellations were in chaos, the stars and moon were dark and gloomy.

Dozens of people were gathered in the sky above the Formless Abyss. Each and every one of them stood proudly in the air. Judging from the aura they emitted, they were definitely experts of their generation.

"I was a step too late. The miracle has already disappeared." The person who spoke was an old man with a head of white hair.

"Sigh!" Xuan Fengzi, your Mystical Peak is the closest to here, did you take away the item inside the miracle? " A skinny man in black with sunken eye sockets said.

The elder laughed as his gaze swept across the alarmed gazes around him. Shaking his head, he replied, "I came earlier than the rest of you."

"Is that so?" The man in black rubbed his chin, deep in thought. Then he asked, "Who are they down there?"

"It seems to be from the Violent Wind Gang." The one who spoke was a middle-aged man with a broadsword behind his back.

"Violent Wind Gang, hehe, this time they're almost dead."

"Blackwood." Xuan Fengzi cut him off, and said with a serious face: "When I just arrived, there was an expert who left from here."

Expert? All the experts around were stunned, the black clothed man replied with interest, "An expert? How strong was he? Is he stronger than you, Xuan Fengzi? "

"Very strong." Xuan Fengzi was still serious, a tinge of fear appeared in his muddy old eyes. "Even though I didn't see what she looked like clearly, I'm sure that she's a woman."

Everyone furrowed their brows, and Blackwood retracted his playful expression. He knew Xuan Fengzi's character. Only when the situation was more serious would he show such an expression. What kind of woman would she be if she could make him feel fear?

Mystical Peak, a remote courtyard.

Before the sky brightened, Han Chen had already woken up and started cultivating. He clenched his fists and punched the black metal plate in front of him one after another. Crack, crack, crack. With every punch, the metal plate would be caved in with a fist mark.

Han Chen was not afraid of disturbing others, because he was the only one living here. In such a remote area, no one would care even if he turned the place upside down.

Bang! With a heavy sound, Han Chen's fist deeply embedded into the metal board. His bones seemed to be numb, but the outline of his body was abnormally firm.

"I've already passed the sixth level of the Body Tempering stage, so I can go to the Martial Skill Pavilion to choose a cultivation method." Han Chen muttered.

If an outer court disciple of the Mystical Peak wanted to cultivate martial skills, he would have to reach the Sixth Layer of Body Tempering first. Previously, Han Chen was still daydreaming about the day when he would diligently train hard and when he reached this standard, he would be able to practice cultivation techniques.

In the morning, the sun was shining down, warming the body.

Han Chen walked in the direction of the Martial Skill Pavilion. On the way, he saw those who knew him look at him with interest and all of them whisper to each other.

Isn't that the Great Genius Han? What is he doing here? "

"Who knows? He seems to be going to the Martial Skill Pavilion! "

"Martial Skill Pavilion? Don't joke with me. With just body refining fourth level, he probably won't be able to enter the Martial Skill Pavilion for the rest of his life. "

...

Han Chen did not care about the discussions around him, he was already used to it. Soon, they arrived at the Martial Skill Pavilion. At the same time, the surrounding crowd all felt astonished.

What was going on? Could it be that he didn't know that only Sixth Layer Body Tempering disciples could enter?

The Martial Skill Pavilion had a total of three floors. From its appearance, it looked simple and solemn. This kind of important place was naturally guarded by the elders of the Mystical Peak.

"I can finally enter." Han Chen took a deep breath, under the confused gazes of many people, he walked towards the Martial Skill Pavilion.

Just as he was about to step into the doorway, an unfriendly figure stopped him, "Yo, Great Genius Han, why are you here too?"

The person who stopped Han Chen was a young man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks and a smug face. Han Chen recognized this person. This person's name was Wu Qi and his strength was at the Sixth Layer of Body Tempering. He used to be unlucky enough to come looking for Han Chen with Huo Gang and the others.

Han Chen glanced at him, but did not bother with him anymore, and started to walk towards his side. However, Wu Qi also followed suit and blocked his path again.

"Hehe, Great Genius Han, you still haven't answered me?"

"Scram." Han Chen spat out two words clearly.

"What did you say?" Wu Qi's expression immediately darkened as he glared fiercely at the other party. "Cold trash, if you have the ability, can you say those two words again? Didn't you get beaten up enough by me a few days ago? "

The conflict between the two had already attracted quite a bit of attention. A few busybodies came to watch.

Han Chen wasn't scared, he looked straight at his opponent, his throat moving up and down as he said a simple word, "Scram!"

Hiss! Quite a number of people let out a soft hiss. Just what was going on? The trash that was normally a bystander had become so sharp today? Some of the disciples, who were eager to stir up trouble, started to laugh and fan the flames.

"Haha, Wu Qi, you can't do it!" Even the cold trash dares to talk to you like that. "

"Yeah, you are too embarrassing. You might as well just listen to him! "

"Hurry up and get out of the way! "Haha."

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"All of you." Wu Qi's face became uglier and uglier. Feeling that his face had been swept away, he glared at Han Chen and bellowed, "Trash, I'm afraid your bones are itchy. If you can take three of my moves, I'll immediately get out of your way. "

"If you can take one of my blows, I'll turn around and leave."

Crash! * Han Chen's words caused an uproar in the entire audience. All of their faces revealed looks of contempt and disdain, and the mockery on their faces became even more intense.

"Haha, I didn't hear wrong, right? These are the words that the cold trash said. "

"Wu Qi, give him some color."

"Hur hur." Wu Qi also laughed from his extreme anger. With a flash of ruthlessness in his eyes, he raised his fist and punched towards Han Chen's face. I would like to see how a trash like you will make me scram! Just lie down! "

Wu Qi's punch was extremely fast and carried a sharp wind. Many people in the crowd nodded in agreement. With this punch, he could probably knock a tiger down to the ground.

When everyone thought that Han Chen was going to suffer the pain again, they only saw him clenching his fists calmly, with the martial spirit in his body gathering at his fist point.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! Their fists struck each other with a loud sound.

Ka-cha! * The crisp sound of bones breaking pierced everyone's eardrums. Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, Wu Qi's body flew backward without any warning. His expression changed from vicious to pained to incredulous.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" My hand, my hand is broken. "

Bang! Wu Qi fell heavily at the entrance of the Martial Skill Pavilion, almost crashing through the windows. As for his left hand, it was holding onto his right hand. It was trembling uncontrollably and protruding outwards, appearing as if it was fractured.

"My hand, quickly take me to see Ninth Elder, my hand."

Hearing Wu Qi's pig-slaughtering howl, everyone slowly came to their senses. The scene before their eyes was too unbelievable. Wu Qi, who was at the sixth level of Body Tempering, truly could not withstand a single move from Han Chen. If that was the case, then wouldn't the former be even more useless?

The surrounding atmosphere fell into silence.

Han Chen turned around, and his eyes coldly stared at a young man with ordinary features. Was it you who called "Frost Trash" just now? "

"Me?" The man's expression changed. When he saw that cold gaze, he could not help but shiver.

"If I'm a trash, then who are you?" After Han Chen finished speaking calmly, he did not bother with Wu Qi and the others anymore and walked into the Martial Skill Pavilion.

The crowd standing at the door looked at each other in dismay. Their gazes shifted between the ordinary-looking man and Wu Qi, who was sitting on the ground. At this moment, they also experienced the feeling of humiliation.

Those who kill will always be killed! Those who disgrace others will be disgraced!

Entering the Martial Arts Pavilion, Han Chen threw the sounds of discussions outside to the back of his mind. He was only here to look for a martial skill, he did not want to cause any trouble.

The Martial Skill Pavilion took up a huge amount of space. On one counter after another, there were all sorts of Martial Skill Scrolls. The scattered disciples all picked their own techniques. Han Chen, who was here for the first time, was actually at a loss as to where to start.

He knew the rules of the Martial Skill Pavilion. In the third floor of the pavilion, outer disciples could only stay on the first floor and the second floor. As for the third floor, it was a place where the Elders who looked after the pavilion trained in it and normal people were not allowed to enter.

All martial skills were not allowed to be taken out. Only copies can be copied. Even though there was no one around the Martial Skill Pavilion, the elder that guarded it was hiding in the dark. Whoever dared to violate the rules of this place, if they were caught, the consequences would be dire.

Instead of stopping, Han Chen started to look for a suitable martial skill for himself. Looking at the names one by one, the names of the various cultivation techniques dazzled his eyes.

"Raging Lion's Rampage!" Han Chen shook his head, power was the main factor, it felt that it was not suitable.

"Thousand Transformation Ghost Hand?"

Han Chen took the martial skill scroll and roughly read the introduction. This Thousand Transformation Ghost Hands was neither an offensive martial skill nor a defensive cultivation technique. On the contrary, it was like a technique used to perform in the martial arts world.

This kind of cultivation technique was simply useless, it couldn't even be called a martial skill! Most people would just pick it up and flip through a few times before putting it back. However, Han Chen seemed to have a soft spot for the "Thousand Transformation Ghost Hands".

"Since it is placed here, it must have its value."

Han Chen nodded his head, and then took out the brush and ink he had prepared earlier and the blank paper. He copied out the secrets of the Thousand Transformation Ghost Hand cultivation technique.

After reading it, Han Chen began to look for an offensive martial skill. It was hard to tell if it was because of his high standards, or because of some sort of situation. From the first floor to the second floor, Zhang Xuan walked past several bookshelves, but he wasn't able to find a single bookshelf that he liked.

"If there's no more, I guess I can only choose Raging Lion's Gale."

Han Chen rubbed his eyes that were a little sore, and when he reached the last shelf, he caught a glimpse of a black cover book from the corner of his eyes.

"This is?" Han Chen raised his eyelids, and the black book lay quietly in the most remote corner. It was covered in a thick layer of dust, indicating that no one had moved it in a long time. Han Chen gently picked it up and blew at it. Immediately, dust flew everywhere and a line of indistinct words appeared.

"Boundless Phantom!"

"What a sharp name!" Han Chen's interest was piqued. Flipping it open, he realized that it was a sword art. His eyes immediately lit up and he had the urge to cultivate.

"You have your eyes on this battle technique?"

The indifferent voice had a hint of hoarseness to it that had experienced many years. Han Chen raised his head to look, and saw a wrinkled old man with turbid eyes looking at him in surprise.