Heavenly God Mnemonic

Zeng Wen lifted his foot, his face full of grimness, and slowly pressed the sole of his shoe to Yang Qingxuan's face.

Finally, there was a new egg who could go to the fourth floor. How could he not seize this opportunity.

It's been a long time since Lingwu Great Consummation, and has been hopeless to break through, so I hope to find a high-level exercise method, hoping to break through.

Usually those strong in the True Martial Realm, although they can't beat him in the library, but he dare not provoke them, once they leave the library, they must not be beaten to death.

"Haha, be angry, be angry with humiliation!"

Zeng Wen laughed wildly and said, "Under my shoes, turn to ashes!"

His feet slowly moved closer, and Yang Qingxuan raised his hand and grabbed it half a foot away from Yang Qingxuan's face.

"Anger is indeed a self-destructive emotion."

Yang Qingxuan suddenly said in a calm tone: "Your martial soul is very interesting, and you have taught me a vivid lesson."

"Oh, why are you still not convinced? Are you not willing to die?"

Zeng Wen grinned and said: "You don't have to be too uncomfortable. Which freshman is not beaten? Who told you not to listen to the seniors? Now even if you kneel on the ground with your student card in both hands, I will beat you. ."

Yang Qingxuan said: "A sign of maturity is to learn how to control one's emotions. Today is indeed my carelessness, and I followed your Tao. As long as I slowly stick to you and don't let the true essence fluctuations spread, I won't Right?"

Zeng Wen sneered: "So what?"

He shook his foot vigorously and found that the opponent was holding tightly, and he couldn't shake the opponent's hand no matter how he kicked it.

Yang Qingxuan sneered: "Don't kick around. If I suddenly let go, your foot will kick on me, it's tantamount to attacking me."

Zeng Wen was taken aback, and suddenly felt a deep pain coming from the sole of his foot, and couldn't help screaming "Ah".

Yang Qingxuan squeezed his feet, stood up from the ground, and said, "Is it so loud and no one cares? What a weird rule."

Zeng Wen's painful face was pale, he hurriedly bowed, and broke Yang Qingxuan's arm with both hands, but he couldn't break it.

Yang Qingxuan sneered, covering his mouth with the other hand, and said: "It's too noisy, I think the rules of this library should be changed, so loudly, how can other students read books? ."

The big beads of sweat on Zeng Wen's face kept rolling off, and his heart was anxious, "How can he have such a strong strength?"

Yang Qingxuan's hands continued to expand in his pupils, and he hurriedly pushed his hands on his feet.

Both of them moved very slowly, for fear of touching the cordon.

However, Zeng Wen's strength in both hands couldn't stop Yang Qingxuan, and he was pushed back, frightening him to cover his mouth with both hands.

Yang Qingxuan sneered, opened his hand directly, pinched the back of Zeng Wen's hand and cheek, and grinned: "Don't make any moves, otherwise you will be suppressed by the teacher, and you will never come to the library again."

"Kakka!"

Everyone only heard the sound of broken bones. Zeng Wen's hand bones, together with his teeth, and his jaw were constantly being broken under Yang Qingxuan's five-finger grip.

Everyone has cold hands and feet, and the slowly squeezing sound makes people shudder.

Zeng Wen yelled in pain, without a trace of blood on his face, his eyes widened and sweat was raining.

But the whole mouth was covered by his own hand, and he couldn't scream even if he wanted to scream, and Yang Qingxuan was still holding one foot, and there was no way to escape.

Yang Qingxuan sneered: "Oh, I am in a very good mood now, and the burning anger is gradually extinguished."

"Woohoo."

Zeng Wen kept screaming, begging for mercy, but Yang Qingxuan was completely indifferent. The painful Zeng Wen had blue veins across his face, and tears fell steadily.

Yang Qingxuan suddenly felt a fierce breath falling on him, and suddenly said coldly: "Teacher on the fourth floor, I didn't hit him, just grabbed him gently, you won't suppress me, right?"

An old voice sounded, saying: "You can't kill people in the library."

"Hmph, I didn't kill him, I'll take care of it."

Yang Qingxuan squeezed hard, and there was a burst of bones, and all the students on the fourth floor were frightened and sweating.

Zeng Wen turned his eyes and passed out completely.

Only then did Yang Qingxuan let go of his hands, and Zeng Wen fell to the ground with a "bang", still maintaining the posture of covering his mouth with his hands, but his hands were completely deformed and almost stuck to his mouth, looking terrible.

The rest of the students were all dull and stared in horror. They couldn't recover at all, there was no way to read books.

Yang Qingxuan took out the student ID card, raised it in his hand a few times, and said coldly: "The student ID card is here. If you still want it, you can come over. If you are afraid you can't do it, you can wait for me outside the library."

"What an arrogant new student!"

Everyone was furious, anger spurted from their eyes, but no one dared to provoke them.

Yang Qingxuan looked around, then put away his student ID and went to the fourth floor.

After he left, the space flickered, and an old man with a goat-beard appeared. He took Zeng Wen's breath and took Zeng Wen away.

"Who is this freshman? It's terrible!"

"Every time we are admitted to the inner courtyard, there are always so few abnormalities that we can't afford."

"Oh, it's bad luck for Zeng Wen, it seems to be completely abolished, and it will be even more difficult to step into the real martial arts in the future."

The students on the third floor all mumbled and discussed, and inquired about Yang Qingxuan's identity in private.

Yang Qingxuan turned a deaf ear to these and walked directly to the fourth floor without any further obstacles.

As soon as he entered the fourth floor, he couldn't help but was taken aback. The space in front of him was so wide that it was more than three times larger than the third floor.

The space in this library is changeable, and he is not surprised.

More than a dozen exquisite bookshelves are placed around, and each volume of exercises is enshrined on a jade tray. Ten students holding scrolls in their hands, gesturing in the open space next to them, delving into their internal martial arts.

The increase in space on the fourth floor is to give everyone a place to practice.

The appearance of Yang Qingxuan did not arouse everyone's attention, and all the more than ten people were immersed in their own insights and turned a deaf ear to foreign affairs.

The first thing that caught Yang Qingxuan's eyes was a book of boxing, called "Ice Toad Six Types", with a jade sign next to it, which read: Condensing water becomes ice, and ice becomes palm.

He reached for it, trying to take it out and read it, but his fingers touched a layer of restraint, limp and blocked.

A voice sounded, saying: "Put the student ID card over, and the ban will be opened. You will be charged 1,000 credits per hour for viewing advanced martial arts."

"what?!"

Yang Qingxuan was dumbfounded, and said in a daze: "1000 credits for one hour? Why don't you grab the money?"

The voice said again: "If you don't have credits, you can use it on credit and it will be automatically recorded in your student ID, and you can pay it off within one year."

"One year..."

Yang Qingxuan swallowed, but finally didn't get the Ice Toad Fist. After all, it was too expensive.

He wanted to find a set of swordsmanship this time to match the use of the Demon Slashing Sword.

There are not many high-level martial arts on the four-story building, there are about ten on each shelf, a total of about 130.

Yang Qingxuan scanned it again, and his eyes fell on a sword technique-three styles of wind and thunder!