I Hang Up In the Fantasy World

The attic of classic books is the most important place in Wenjian Mountain. Zhang Yi came here again after the Martial Arts Festival.

He stood in the air and looked down. The mountains below were shrouded in clouds and mist, and there was a seven-story attic built against the mountain. From time to time, some warriors came in and out through the gate, looking excited.

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

"I have to take advantage of this opportunity to find a great martial arts supernatural power that suits me. It is best to use it until the sixth level of the saint realm, so as to ensure that there are no shortcomings in my supernatural power at the middle-level saint stage."

Thoughts flashed across Zhang Yi's mind, he restrained the streamer, and landed at the gate of the attic of the classics.

"It's Master Zhang Yi"

The martial arts event had just ended, and Zhang Yi's fame had reached a peak, and he was known by many warriors in Jianshan.

Therefore, as soon as Zhang Yi's figure fell down, everyone looked sideways and secretly inquired, but no one dared to approach and disturb Zhang Yi.

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

Then, after entering the gate, 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, sleeping soundly with his eyes closed.

The other party seemed to be asleep and didn't react at all, but Zhang Yi didn't dare to underestimate him, even though he had stepped into the fourth heavenly saint now, and his strength had been greatly improved compared to before.

After all, the attic of the classics collects the world's secret arts, and it is an important place in Wenjian Mountain. Those who can sit here will know that it is not easy.

Zhang Yi even speculated that the other party was most likely the last of the four elders of Wenjian Mountain.

Ask the four elders of Jianshan Mountain.

When Zhang Yi first entered Wenjian Mountain, he met Elder Poxuan, and successfully entered Wenjian Mountain under the other party's assessment. After the trip to Chiyan County, he met Elder Xia Qing again.

At the just-concluded martial arts event, the third elder, Wu Chun, and Zhang Yi also got to see him, but the last elder hadn't seen his true face yet, so Zhang Yi couldn't help but doubt the identity of the old man guarding the attic of the classics.

"When I joined Wenjian Mountain for the first time and went to the attic of classics to select the Taixuan Sword Sutra exercises, this old man was sleeping soundly behind the counter."

"At this time, hundreds of years have passed since the scriptures, but this old man seems to have not changed much. Although his hair is gray, there is no sign of decay in his body."

"Jianshan is really a place where dragons and tigers are hidden."

Zhang Yi sighed in his heart, then he withdrew his thoughts, bowed solemnly 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 didn't respond at all from the beginning to the end, breathing for a long time and dozing off.

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

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

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

This is a mustard space.

From the outside, the attic of the classics does not seem to be big, but the interior space of the sixth floor is extremely vast, and there is a use of space formations inside.

Even Zhang Yi's eyes swept away, 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 space, there was a bright river flowing through, and there were countless light spots in it, exuding mysterious fluctuations.

Zhang Yi knew in his heart that each light spot in the river corresponded to a magical secret technique, and the combination of countless secret techniques formed such a bright river.

"The mystical powers and mysteries that have reached such a level all have a certain amount of spirituality. It is not unacceptable that the spirituality diverges from each other and spontaneously forms a long river of brilliance."

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

Zhang Yi whispered.

On the sixth floor, Zhang Yi swept his eyes away, and there was no one else except Bright Changhe. At this moment, he was the only one on the sixth floor.

This is not surprising, after all, there are only seven floors in the attic of classics, and the sixth floor is so precious that even elder-level saints cannot enter and exit at will.

"Next, let me choose carefully."

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

And a majestic divine sense condensed on the top of the head, turning into a fist-sized transparent villain, and rushed into the bright river.

"boom!"

The moment Zhang Yi's spiritual body rushed into the bright river, his eyes suddenly turned white, as if the world in front of him suddenly exploded, and a piece of white light enveloped Zhang Yi's entire vision.

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

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

Against the backdrop of the starry sky, streaks of light, the size of meteorites, roared from a distance at an extremely astonishing speed, and then passed by his side.

"This is."

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

"This is the internal situation of the Brilliant River, and the flowing light that is like a meteorite is transformed by a series of magical powers and secret techniques!"

Zhang Yi thought of this, and suddenly, a stream of light wrapped around thunder rushed towards him in the distance.

"Ingest!"

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

Lightning Purgatory Fist: An intermediate-level supernatural power.

The thunder of purgatory above the four heavens is integrated into the fists. After a hundred years of Leiwei's tempering, it can be achieved. When a punch falls in the round, it is like a trial by thunder, which can cut off mountains and blow up lakes!

"Tsk tsk."

"Lightning Purgatory Fist, an intermediate supernatural power?"

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

Zhang Yi smacked his lips.

He didn't expect that a supernatural power he grabbed at random would have such a level. If it were placed in an outside force, such a secret book might be enough to become a family's inheritance secret book.

However, Zhang Yi is a swordsman, so his first choice is the supernatural power of swordsmanship, and it is rare to come in once, so he has to choose a top-notch supernatural power to be worthy of his hard work in the martial arts festival.

Therefore, Zhang Yi was not moved. With a wave of his hand, he let go of the streamer and let it go far away.

"Okay, let me search for it next."

Zhang Yi's spirit transformed into a villain standing in the Milky Way, and when he moved, he was like a fish swimming, darting away into the distance.

Zhang Yi's treasure hunt has officially begun.

And since what Zhang Yi got was a chance to enter the sixth floor, there was only a limit on the number of times, not a time limit, so he didn't have to worry about running out of time.

He can slowly explore this long river of brilliance until he chooses the great supernatural power that best suits him.

Time passed slowly like this.

Zhang Yi sat cross-legged on the sixth floor of the attic of classics, searching for the secrets of great supernatural powers, while the outside world, a series of storms brought about by the end of the Martial Arts Festival, also spread with the passage of time, causing waves.

For a time, in the twenty-eight counties of Wenjian Mountain, countless warriors were arguing and arguing with each other.

Even the warriors who have descended to the Xuanhuang four realms of the world, although the martial arts grand meeting is too far away for them, they still discuss excitedly, with longing in their eyes.

They hope that in the future they will also have the opportunity to participate in martial arts grand gatherings, write magnificent chapters, and be sung everywhere.

Even outside the twenty-eighth counties of Wenjian Mountain, the entire Sea of ​​Violence is paying attention to the martial arts event held by Wenjian Mountain this time.

After all, as one of the eight top powers, the quality of the martial arts event and the fighting power of the elite saints that emerge also represent part of the heritage of Wenjian Mountain.

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

No matter if it was Swift Sword Ziqing, one of the original elite saints, or the dark horse Sun Feng who came out of the secondary forces in 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 are probably enough to rank in the first echelon.

Needless to say, Zhang Yi, who took the lead in breaking through to the fourth heaven, has raised a lot of attention in the eyes of the top forces of all parties.

He is regarded as an extremely tyrannical enemy by the No. 1 Arrogant Saint among the top forces of all parties.

Due to the large-scale beast tide a hundred years ago, some progress in the violent sea area was interrupted.

But at this time, a new storm is brewing, with dark clouds gathering, and lightning dancing in it, as if it is about to rain down in torrents.

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

Under the vast information network, in just half a month, the news of the Martial Dao Grand Meeting was spread and was learned by many warriors.

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

In Zhang Yi's 30 years in charge of Chiyan County, many warriors have seen or even come into contact with this young but steady inspector.

...

"The first person in the martial arts grand meeting, the first to break through to the realm of the fourth heavenly saint?"

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

In a magnificent hall, there are eight pillars carved with auspicious beasts standing upright, supporting the entire palace.

And in the first seat, a tall man looked at the envelope he had just received, and couldn't help sighing, his thoughts were racing.

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

His cultivation base is second only to Princess Tao Ye in Chiyan County, and he has reached the peak of the third heaven!

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

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

At this time, everything is like a passing cloud, and it is involved in the memories of everyone.

And just received the news about the Martial Dao event sent from the princess's mansion, which brought back memories of Wang Batian and sighed.

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

"At this time, nearly a hundred years have passed, Master Zhang Yi has advanced to the fourth heaven realm, but I am still at the peak of the third heaven, unable to break through for a long time."

"It's really hopeless!"

Normally, Wang Batian's emotions and anger are not visible, but at this time, he was a little distracted and a little depressed.

It has been more than three hundred years since he reached the peak of the third heaven, during which time he has hit the fourth heaven twice, but both ended in failure.

The martial arts barrier blocking the front is still like a mountain thousands of miles away, so strong and thick that it is hopeless.

"I failed to attack the fourth-level heavenly saint realm twice, and my foundation is still damaged a lot, and I have been shaken. This means that the third attack is my last chance, and it will be even more difficult."

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

"I was hesitant before, worried that if I fell, the Wang family would lose its current status and fall from the position of the three major families, but at this time, it is time for me to make a decision."

"After all, the future belongs to young people. At this time, it is time for me to take off the burden of the Patriarch, let go of all doubts, and make a final fight."

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

After all, when we first met, his realm was even higher than that of Zhang Yi, but now, let a junior of his age surpass him and enter the realm he was striving for, and he felt a little uneasy.

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

Succeed or benevolent!

At this time, the Patriarch of the Wang Family already had such an awareness.

In another direction, Ye Pingtian, the head of the Ye family, one of the three major families in Chiyan County, also looked into the distance with deep eyes.

"Fourth Heavenly Saint Realm? This inspector is really surprising. Compared with him, I am just passing by, not worth mentioning."

"Fortunately, when Xuan'er was the other party's subordinate, the relationship with the Ye family did not become very tense. Although they are not close friends, the relationship is relatively harmonious, and there should be no retaliation."

While Ye Pingtian was thinking, a figure walked in at the entrance of the courtyard, it was Ye Xuan in the body of a man.

Ye Pingtian suddenly smiled and said loudly.

"Xuan'er, you have now stepped into the realm of a second-level heavenly saint, and your cultivation base is barely enough, so it's time to take charge of some family affairs."

"Next, I will teach you well and prepare for taking over the position of Patriarch."

"Yes, father."

Ye Xuan was taken aback for a moment, then calmly replied.