Rebirth of the Earth Immortal Venerable

The people waited in the hall, looking around from time to time. Some monks walked to the library with unbearable curiosity, but they were bounced back by the formation just a few steps.

"boom……!"

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

"What's the matter? Why is there such a terrible existence when touching the bookshelf?"

Everyone was puzzled. After a moment of blindness, they focused their gazes and looked forward, only to see an old man in grey clothes appearing in the sky, sitting cross-legged, motionless like a bell, like a **** in the world.

The gray-clothed old man's complexion changed drastically, he was not happy or worried, and it was difficult to see what he was thinking. There was a sword aura rising from the gray-clothed old man's body, which seemed extremely sharp.

Next second!

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

"Old Zhong."

Everyone remembered the two words, and the eyes were a little shocked. It is said that Mr. Zhong should be a peerless strong person, but there is no strong breath in him, just like a great way to simple, out of dust and vulgarity.

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

Zhong Lao said lightly: "Don't worry about it. 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 conceal it. To tell the truth, "Have you seen the bookshelf behind me?"

As soon as he said this, Mr. Zhong was silent, and everyone was also silent. Of course they saw the bookshelf and wanted to take away the martial arts of the bookshelf, but it was a pity that Mrs. Zhong was unfathomable.

Everyone didn't dare to gamble, if Zhong Lao had the ability to kill them, wouldn't it be worth the loss.

At this time, Elder Zhong said: "Everyone, I am the martial arts elder of Jianshan, and I have a special emphasis on martial arts. If you want to pass the seventh floor of the sword tower, you must follow my rules. Who dares to destroy, I am sorry, I will let you He dies."

Zhong Lao is not angry with himself.

Everyone sighed subconsciously and did not dare to doubt the truth of the matter.

Elder Zhong said again: "Of course, if you pass the test, it will be good."

"As for the benefits, just try it."

"I'll come first." A monk jumped out and walked to Mr. Zhong, "How do you try, Senior?"

"Very simple, do you see the bookshelf behind me?"

Elder Zhong looked at the monk and slowly said, "Give you half a minute to go in and pick up the martial arts, and then spend half a time to practice. Then you can challenge one person, and he can choose the skills in it, just like you. Martial arts, spend half of the incense time to practice, and then fight with you can only use the selected martial arts, if you use other martial arts will be severely punished, can you hear clearly?"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone understood the meaning, that is, everyone had a half-minute opportunity to select martial arts in the library, and then spent half a stick of incense to practice.

Then they looked for their opponents. After the challenge, the two of them could only use the martial arts of the library, and could not use the martial arts previously practiced. Once they use it, they are at their own risk.

"Is this too strict?"

Everyone reacted, and their faces were a bit complaining.

"Half a minute to choose martial arts, no matter how fast it is, it will only be enough to enter the library, and it will take only half a minute to come out. Isn't it that you can't find the right martial arts."

"That's right! Let alone only half a column of incense to practice martial arts, I am afraid that time has passed without success in such a short period of time. This is too strict."

Being able to come to the Sword Tower is the pride of the sky. He is proud and arrogant. Naturally, he will not think that he is inferior to others. However, Zhong Lao's conditions are too harsh and he will give a little time to choose martial arts.

When the time comes to fight against the enemy, you will not be able to use the power of martial arts.

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

"Cultivation is to go against the sky, and luck is necessary. If you feel that this condition is strict, the old man can only send you away, and the dragon veins will never give the poor."

Old Zhong's voice was cold, and the noisy atmosphere was instantly silent.

"Who is willing to come up and try now, and don't want to roll to the old man." Zhong Lao yelled.

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

But they all know that defeating the opponent will be able to reach the seventh floor of the sword tower. This is not an opportunity.

Soon, someone came forward.

"Old Zhong, I'll come first."

Old Zhong nodded and said, "Who are you?"

"The Lieyang Sect Moyu."

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

He strode across, quickly walked into the library, and then immediately selected attack martial arts in the library, took a look at it, and saw a practice called Cracked Tablet Palm.

Aside from anything, just pick it up and leave. It only takes half a minute to go back and forth. Even if you give him an extra copy, there is not enough time to practice.

He still understands the truth if he is too greedy to chew.

"Old Zhong, I have chosen." Mo Yu said.

Elder Zhong glanced around and asked, "Mo Yu, who are you going to challenge?"

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

Mo Yu looked for his opponent in the crowd, his eyes were torch, and he stared at a young man very quickly.

And that young man's realm was in his mid-primary stage. As soon as he saw Mo Yu stretch his finger towards him, he walked out and said to Mo Yu in desperation, "You dare to challenge me, and I will let you know the consequences of challenging me. "

"Kong Xin, I saw you not pleasing to your eyes a long time ago, now I have a chance, of course I have to challenge you."

Mo Yu sneered at Kong Xin, who heard this and shook his head, feeling that Mo Yu was incorrigible.

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

"Yes." Old Zhong nodded.

Kong Xin went in to select martial arts. It took half a minute. Kong Xin chose a martial arts called Beng Shan Jian, returned to Zhong Lao, and stood side by side with Mo Yu.

Old Zhong said lightly: "Let's start!"

Kong Xin and Mo Yu immediately began to practice martial arts, only half a minute, they must race against time to practice, if not, they will use their bare hands to attack without success.

As time passed, half of the incense time passed quickly.

Kong Xin was a little downhearted, because he had not succeeded in his cultivation. The Bengshan Fist only reached the threshold, and the power of the increase was not strong when it was used.

Seeing Kong Xin's dejection, Mo Yu's face was a little bit happy, "Fortunately, I am extremely clever, and I have practiced the palm of the palm before, and I succeeded in practicing without breaking the palm of the tablet. It is no problem to defeat Kong Xin."

At this time, Zhong Lao said, "No matter how much time you master, it should be time to start fighting until the winner is determined."