Sword wash rivers and lakes

Chapter 2 Unforgettable

Chapter 2 Unforgettable
""Are you finished yet?If you still want to quarrel, wait until I'm gone, and it's enough for you to quarrel. "Wu Jiaqiao turned cold, turned and left.

"Junior Sister Wu, wait for me..." Seeing that Wu Jia was really going to get angry, Zhao Yuhan quickly followed.

However, when he turned around and was about to leave, Zhao Yuhan made a very subtle gesture to his follower Wang Quanshun who was not far away.

Wang Quanshun understood, he nodded to Zhao Yuhan, and then quickly walked towards Yu Fei.

A bright smile appeared on Zhao Yuhan's face. Yu Fei, a mediocre handyman, didn't need him to go out in person at all. It was enough for Wang Quanshun, a second-level warrior, to deal with him.

Zhao Yuhan and Wu Jia took two steps forward, and Wang Quanshun had already walked behind Yu Fei.

Suddenly, without warning, he raised his elbow, intending to hit Yu Fei's back.

At this moment, Wang Quanshun had a smile on his face. He firmly believed that Yu Fei, a lowly guy, would never be able to escape his sudden bump.

But the next moment, he knew that he was wrong, because at the moment when his elbow was about to hit Yu Fei's back, Yu Fei's body had already jumped forward one step ahead of him.

That's right, his elbow hadn't touched Yu Fei's back at all, but Yu Fei threw himself forward just like that.

Wang Quanshun was a little dumbfounded, what... what's going on?

Before he could understand, he heard a "bang", and Yu Fei was lying on his stomach ten feet away.

"Oh, Wang Quanshun, why did you knock my Senior Brother Yu into the air? You guys, you are too careless when you walk." Zhao Yuhan turned around and asked gloatingly.

"Brother Han, I..." Wang Quanshun opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to explain it.

At this time, Yu Fei seemed to be struggling to get up from the ground, and then gave a thumbs up to Zhao Yuhan with a face full of pain, saying: "Brother Zhao, you are really good at it..."

"Brother Zhao, what's going on?" Wu Jia asked coldly.

"Accident, this must be just an accident." Zhao Yuhan hurriedly explained, but he couldn't suppress the color between his brows.

"Hmph..." Wu Jia snorted coldly, turned around and walked towards Yu Fei.

Wu Jia knew very well that Wang Quanshun was Zhao Yuhan's loyal follower, so this couldn't have been an accident at all.

Walking to Yu Fei's side, Wu Jia's face became warmer, and he asked with concern: "Brother Yu, are you injured?"

"I'm fine, Junior Sister Wu, you go to practice martial arts first!" Yu Fei smiled reluctantly without raising his eyebrows.

"Brother Yu, are you sure you're okay?" Wu Jia was still a little worried, and asked.

"Junior Sister Wu, don't worry, I'm really fine..." Yu Fei waved to her.

"Okay then, I'll go first, and I'll go play with you when I have time." Wu Jia turned around, gave Zhao Yuhan a cold look, and then walked towards the training ground.

"Junior Sister Wu, wait for me and listen to my explanation..." Zhao Yuhan's face changed a few times, and he quickly chased forward.

Wang Quanshun looked at Yu Fei with a complicated expression, and then followed him.

After Yu Fei watched the three of them walk into the training ground, he clapped his hands. The pained expression on his face had long since disappeared, replaced by anger.

If he hadn't been vigilant and executed the Hun Tian Jue in advance, he would have suffered a dark loss under Zhao Yuhan's hands today.

As a human being in two lifetimes, Yu Fei can eat anything, but he doesn't want to suffer.

In this world of martial arts, the gap between people and the value of each person's own strength are the most intuitive manifestations.

Everyone knows that Yu Fei likes Wu Jia.

Everyone knows that Zhao Yuhan likes Wu Jia.

One is a low-level handyman, and the other is a genius who has become a third-level warrior within two years of entry. In this battle for beauties, no one is optimistic about Yu Fei, but he himself does not want to give up.

Zhao Yuhan, a third-level warrior, with Luochen swordsmanship...

Wu Ze clenched his fists, already thinking about it.

Usually staying in Baihua Valley, Yu Fei seldom comes to the martial arts field. Today, he came here so early on purpose. First, he wanted to have a chance encounter with Wu Jia. Yuan Jing, Yu Fei has been practicing for five months, and now he has encountered a bottleneck.

The book has its own Yan Ruyu, and the book has its own golden house!
Yu Fei, who came from the era of knowledge explosion in his previous life, knew very well in his heart that knowledge is power. Before he has succeeded in cultivating his inner strength, only knowledge can change the status quo.

Yu flew to look out of the window, and the east had already revealed a touch of white, and dawn was approaching.

He walked past the edge of the martial arts field, without even taking a glance at the disciples of the villa who were practicing in full swing, and walked straight to the Wujing Cangshu Pavilion next to the martial arts field.

Walk to the gate of Zangshu Pavilion and hand the waist badge to the guard at the gate.

The guard didn't take the badge, but just glanced at the badge with his eyes, and let him in sideways.

The Book of Martial Arts Library contains many entry-level martial arts training cheats and experiences. These cheats are very suitable for the disciples who have just started to practice in the villa. All disciples who hold the waist card of the villa can come in and out freely.

Yu Fei strode into the Zangshu Pavilion. The Zangshu Pavilion is full of bookshelves, but there are very few disciples reading in it. Most of the disciples believe in word of mouth. They don't want to waste time in front of these piles of old papers. Only handymen like Fei need to find books to read by themselves.

He didn't immediately go to the bookshelf to look for books, but stood at the door and flipped through a thick catalog of books, and flipped through it patiently. Only after reading this catalog and finding books can he get twice the result with half the effort.

After a while, he had memorized all the locations where he was looking for books.

Yu Fei walked to a row of bookshelves, took out a book, quickly flipped through it from beginning to end, then put it back, then changed the position, picked out the book and flipped through it, exactly the same as before.

In less than an hour, Yu Fei went through all the cultivation experience of the original scriptures on the bookshelf. In his previous life, he got a doctorate from a prestigious school. If he had to say that he has any specialties, it would be reading. He has an excellent memory.

According to the rules of the Wujing Cangshu Pavilion, all the books in the pavilion can only be browsed in the Cangshu Pavilion, they cannot be copied, and they cannot be taken away. This is one of the reasons why there are so few disciples in it. Those who can remember the content after reading the book, After all, very few.

After reading all the cultivation experience of this Yuan Jing, Yu Fei passed several bookshelves, and in another part of the Zangshu Pavilion, he took out the sword manual of Luochen swordsmanship, and quickly flipped through it again. It seemed that he was not reading, as if he was simply reading. Flipping through the book there.

This appearance made the corners of the mouth of a mountain villa disciple next to him twitch. No matter how much time you have, there is no need to spend time here by flipping through books, right?If you have the time, wouldn't it be better to just find something meaningful to do?

Yu Fei didn't care about the disdain on the disciple's face. After flipping through the sword manual of Luochen swordsmanship in his hand, he had a preliminary understanding of Luochen swordsmanship, and then he continued to search for other swords on these bookshelves. Spectrum.

Yu Fei's current thinking is very simple. Since Zhao Yuhan is practicing Luochen swordsmanship, he just wants to find a martial art that can restrain Luochen swordsmanship on these bookshelves.

After browsing through 43 sword books on these bookshelves, Yu Fei finally found what he wanted. This is a sword book called Misty Swordsmanship. Swordsmanship moves, so he decided to learn this swordsmanship.

Half a morning passed, and when Yu Fei closed the last book, all the contents of the book he had read had been engraved in his mind, including the cultivation experience of the Yuanjing and the misty swordsmanship. Sword manual, not missing a single word.

This is one of the reasons why he is still full of confidence when he is temporarily unable to cultivate his internal strength, because he has a photographic memory.

After reading the cultivation experience of the Primordial Sutra, Yu Fei went through these experiences in his heart. The previous confusion about the cultivation of the Primordial Sutra has disappeared without a trace, and the barrier in his heart has completely collapsed.

Now, according to Yu Fei's own estimate, it only takes another three years for him to break through all obstacles and acquire internal strength.

If this result is told to others, even the most ordinary mountain villa disciples will scoff at it. It has been nearly two years since the beginning, and nothing has been learned, and it will take another three years to develop internal strength. This kind of person can only be described in two words: "Trash!
But Yu Fei is refreshed now. For him, as long as there is still half a hope, he will use [-]% effort to fight for it.

God rewards hard work, in this world, who can be sure that a standard martial arts waste material, after unremitting efforts, will never have a day of recovery?At least, Yu Fei didn't believe it.

On the way back to Baihua Valley, Yu Fei was in high spirits. The harvest in the Wujing Library made him forget the unhappiness in the morning, at least on the surface, he had forgotten it.

As long as he is given time, what about a martial arts genius?

(End of this chapter)

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