Zeng Wen raised his feet, with a ferocious face, and slowly pressed the sole of his shoe to Yang Qingxuan's face.
Finally, a newborn egg who can go to the fourth floor came, how could he not seize this opportunity.
It has been a long time since I stayed in Lingwu Great Consummation, and there has been no hope of breaking through, so I hope to find a book of advanced exercises, hoping to break through.
Usually, those strong men in the real martial arts realm can't beat him in the Zangshu Pavilion, but how dare he provoke them, once they leave the Zangshu Pavilion, they will not be beaten to death.
"Haha, be angry, be angry with humiliation!"
Zeng Wen laughed wildly, and said, "Under my shoes, turn into ashes!"
His feet slowly approached, and at a distance of half a foot from Yang Qingxuan's face, Yang Qingxuan raised his hand and grabbed him.
"Anger is indeed a self-destructive emotion."
Yang Qingxuan suddenly said in a calm tone: "Your martial spirit is very interesting, and it taught me a vivid lesson."
"Oh, why, still not convinced? Are you unwilling to die?"
Zeng Wen grinned and said, "You don't have to feel too bad. Is there any freshman who won't be beaten? Who told you not to listen to the senior? Now even if you kneel on the ground and offer your student ID card in both hands, I will beat you too. .”
Yang Qingxuan said: "The sign of a person's maturity is to at least learn to control his emotions. It was indeed my own carelessness today, and I fell into your way. As long as I stick to you slowly and don't let the fluctuations of the true energy disperse, I won't lose my mind." It counts as a fight, right?"
Zeng Wen sneered, "So what?"
He shook his feet vigorously a few times, and found that the opponent's grip was tight, and he couldn't shake off the opponent's hand no matter how he kicked.
Yang Qingxuan sneered and said: "Don't kick randomly, if I let go suddenly, your foot will kick me, which is equivalent to attacking me."
Zeng Wen was taken aback, and suddenly felt a piercing pain coming from the soles of his feet, and couldn't help screaming "ah".
Yang Qingxuan squeezed his feet, stood up from the ground, and said, "Is there no one to care about such a loud noise? It's really a weird rule."
Zeng Wen's face turned pale from the pain, he hurriedly bowed down, and tried to break Yang Qingxuan's arm with both hands, but he couldn't do anything.
Yang Qingxuan sneered, and covered his mouth with the other hand, and said: "It's too noisy, I think the rules of this library should be changed, how can other students read books if they are so loud? .”
Beads of sweat kept rolling down Zeng Wen's face, and he was anxious, "How could he have such great strength?"
Yang Qingxuan's hand kept enlarging in his pupils, he didn't care about his feet, and hurriedly pushed them up with both hands.
Both of them moved very slowly, for fear of touching the cordon.
But the strength of Zeng Wen's hands couldn't stop Yang Qingxuan, and he was pushed back. He was so frightened that he hurriedly covered his mouth with both hands.
Yang Qingxuan sneered, opened his hands directly, pinched the back of Zeng Wen's hands and cheeks, and said with a grin: "Don't make a move, otherwise you will be suppressed by the teacher, and you will never be able to come to Zangshu Pavilion again."
"Ka Ka Ka!"
Everyone only heard the sound of bones breaking. Zeng Wen's hand bones, teeth, and jaw were continuously crushed under Yang Qingxuan's five-finger grip.
Everyone's hands and feet are cold, and the sound of slowly pinching makes people shudder.
Zeng Wen yelled in pain, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" out of all color on his face, his eyes were wide open, and he was sweating profusely.
But his entire mouth was covered by his own hand, and he couldn't make a sound even if he wanted to yell. Yang Qingxuan was still holding one of his feet, so he had no way to escape.
Yang Qingxuan sneered and said, "Oh, I'm in a very good mood now, and the burning anger is gradually extinguishing."
"Woo hoo."
Zeng Wen kept yelling, begging for mercy, but Yang Qingxuan was completely indifferent. Zeng Wen was in pain with blue veins running across his face, tears streaming down his face.
Yang Qingxuan suddenly felt a sharp breath falling on him, and said in a cold voice: "Teacher on the fourth floor, I didn't hit him, but just grabbed him lightly. You won't suppress me, will you?"
An old voice sounded, saying: "In the library, no one can kill anyone."
"Hmph, I didn't kill him, I will take care of myself."
Yang Qingxuan squeezed hard, and there was a burst of bones, which made all the students on the fourth floor jump in fear and break out in cold sweat.
Zeng Wen even rolled 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, almost glued to his mouth, and his appearance was horrible.
The rest of the students were all dazed, looking at them in horror, they couldn't come back to their senses, they didn't even have the time to read.
Yang Qingxuan took out his student ID card, waved it in his hand a few times, and said coldly: "Here is the student ID card, if you want anything else, you can come here. If you are afraid that you can't do it, you can wait for me outside the Library Pavilion."
"What an arrogant new student!"
Everyone was furious, and their eyes burst into anger, but no one dared to step forward to provoke.
Yang Qingxuan looked around, then put away his student ID card and went to the fourth floor.
After he left, the space flickered slightly, and an old man with a goatee appeared, sniffed Zeng Wen, and took Zeng Wen away.
"Who is this new student? It's terrible!"
"Every session admitted to the inner court, there are always a few perverts that we can't afford to mess with."
"Well, Zeng Wen is unlucky. It seems that he is completely useless. It will be even more difficult to step into the real martial arts realm in the future."
The students on the third floor all muttered and discussed, and inquired about Yang Qingxuan's identity in private.
Yang Qingxuan turned a deaf ear to these, and went straight up to the fourth floor without any hindrance.
As soon as he entered the fourth floor, he couldn't help being stunned. The space in front of him was incomparably open, more than three times larger than the space on the third floor.
It is not surprising to him that the space in this library is changeable.
More than a dozen exquisite bookshelves are placed around, and each volume of exercises is enshrined on a jade tray. Ten students are holding books, gesticulating in the open space next to them, studying their inner martial arts.
The space on the fourth floor is increased to allow everyone to have a place to practice.
The appearance of Yang Qingxuan did not attract the attention of everyone, and the dozen or so people were all immersed in their own enlightenment, turning a deaf ear to foreign affairs.
The first thing that caught Yang Qingxuan's eyes was a book of boxing called "Six Forms of Bingchan". There was a jade plaque next to it, which read: condense water into ice, turn ice into palm.
He reached out to take it out, wanting to take it out and read it, but his fingers touched a layer of restriction, which was soft and blocked.
A voice sounded, saying: "Put the student ID in the past, and the restriction will be unlocked. To read high-level martial arts, you will be charged 1,000 credits per hour."
"ah?!"
Yang Qingxuan was dumbfounded for a moment, and said in a daze: "1000 credits for an hour? Why don't you go grab the money?"
The voice said again: "Those who don't have credits can credit it, and it will be automatically recorded in the student ID card, and you can pay it off within one year."
"One year..."
Yang Qingxuan swallowed his saliva, and finally didn't go to get the Ice Toad Fist, it was too expensive after all.
This time, he wanted to find a set of sword techniques to use with the Demon Slaying Sword.
There are not many high-level martial arts on the four floors, there are about ten on each shelf, a total of one hundred and thirty.
Yang Qingxuan browsed through it, and his eyes fell on a sword technique—Three Styles of Fenglei!
Before I knew it, there were 200 chapters. It felt like I had just opened a new book, and the time was passing by. I continued to ask for monthly tickets and recommended tickets, and the follow-up would be even more exciting.
(end of this chapter)