Chapter 25 Entering the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion

However, although Mo Yanyao is very close to Ye Feng, she still doesn't know what Ye Feng needs, but Mo Yanyao knows that in the Kunlun School of Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, she has excellent skills and swords, so she wants to find it for Ye Feng.

Mo Yanyao said, "Bright, Elder Xu, I forgot to tell you that I brought Ye Feng here not to help you enter the first and second floors of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion. Will those skills on the first and second floors be stronger than the Kunlun dragon-killing skill I practiced? Our purpose this time is to hide the third floor of the Sutra Pavilion, so it has nothing to do with you. I'm afraid it will disappoint Elder Xu.

The old man Chen Ri's anger did not laugh after hearing this. Chen Riu laughed and said, "Mo Yanyao, don't forget that the entry qualification of the three floors of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion requires the elders of the Kunlun faction to be all possible!"

Mo Yanyao smiled disdainfully and said, "Ye Feng is a disciple of the twelve golden immortals. Maybe he can move all the elders."

The old man Chen Ri said disdainfully, "Well, many elders are practicing in retreat in the back mountain now. If you have something to do and want to find them, how can you meet them?"

Ye Feng frowned quietly after hearing this. In this way, if he can't see these elders, he is doomed not to enter the third floor of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion. However, now it seems that the first and second floors of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion is impossible to enter because of the offending Chen Ri. How to say, Ye Feng can't enter the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion.

Ye Feng looked up at Mo Yanyao. Seeing that Mo Yanyao was already angry, he came forward and said to Mo Yanyao, "Yanyao, it's okay if I don't go to this Tibetan Sutra Pavilion. I can rely on other skills on my body to practice."

It's okay for Ye Feng not to persuade Mo Yanyao. Such a persuasion made Mo Yanyao's mind extremely uncomfortable. He promised Ye Feng to take him into the third floor of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, but now it's good, not to mention the third floor, not even the first floor did not let Ye Feng in, where to put her face go?

Mo Yanyao roared angrily, "Old Chen Lian, today, on the third floor of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, I, Mo Yanyao, have taken Ye Feng into the palace!"

After saying that, Mo Yanyao actually pulled out the Fengya sword, and her pupils turned red, bursting out the flames, and the inexplicable phoenix chant of the Fengya sword in her hand, which was breathtaking!

When the old man Chen Rift saw that Mo Yanyao wanted to get rid of his hand, he also made a hasty decision. He released his power without thinking and entered the combat posture. The old man Chen Rift was also more powerful than Mo Yanyao.

As soon as Ye Feng saw this, his face showed anger!

"Mo Yanyao, let me deal with him. This man has reached the early stage of virtual immortality. You are the cave sky. How can you resist it?" Ye Feng shouted coldly, stopped Mo Yanyao, and went forward to fight with the old man Chen.

The two of them pulled their swords. Ye Feng got up and rose into the air. Ye Feng, who rose to a hundred meters low, stood in the void and shouted to the old man Chen below, "Mr. Chen, let me see today. How many times can you hold me up?"

Mo Yanyao didn't expect Ye Feng to take action as soon as he said it.

Although the old man Chen cracked seems to be old, his strength is still the same as that of the young people. The old man Chen crack pulled out a withered rattan cane from behind him, stepped on the ground and soared away, leaving only Mo Yanyao and Bi Tong on the ground.

Above the sky, Ye Feng took the lead in launching an attack. As soon as the Kunwu sword came out, the dragon chanted all over the sky, the light and shadow were shining everywhere, and the power of the anti-sky sword formula was reflected. Now it is reflected that Ye Feng's figure is shining near the old man of Chen Jie, in all directions. At first glance, it is all Ye Feng's figure.

On the contrary, the old man is not simple. The withered rattan cane in one hand is airtight, and the other hand is kung fu. Although it is passive defense, it still does not reveal a flaw to Ye Feng.

When the two of them come and go, they fought like fire and tea, and a wave of aftershocks. They counted all the woods under the battle circle of them. Although the two were hundreds of meters above the ground, the crushing power of the two was also extremely amazing. The shocking sound spread to half of the Kunlun faction. Many people couldn't help but wonder who this was. In the competition.

Kunlun School Yu Xufeng, several elders who were teaching his disciples, heard this sound, and the first reaction in the future was that there was trouble in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion!

Several people quickly put down the things in their hands, took off in the air at the fastest speed, and flew in the direction of the sound!

Mo Yanyao and Bi Tong stared at the fight between the two people in the sky.

At this moment, Ye Feng accidentally caught a glimpse of the gap in the door of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion when the old man came out. The door of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion was still open, and the simple and mellow mysterious atmosphere emitted from it attracted every nerve of Ye Feng.

Ye Feng looked up again and looked at the old man Chen Lie on the opposite side, who seemed to be unaware of Chen Lie, who was troubled by many of his own virtual shadows. Ye Feng's face showed a smile.

Thinking of this, Ye Feng rushed into the gate of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion without thinking. With the blessing of immortal power, his legs reached the door of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion with a few powerful steps. The Tibetan Sutra Pavilion was blocked by two Hongda blue stone gates more than three feet high.

"Ye Feng, where to escape!"

At this moment, the old man Chen Ripper broke a few remnants of Ye Feng's shadows and suddenly shouted.

At this moment, when Mo Yanyao and Bi Tong saw Ye Feng rushing to the front of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, they took action to block Chen for a moment.

"What a big door, how to close it? Yan Yao and Bi Tong have created this hard-won moment for me. Since they have reached the gate of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, how can they not try?

Ye Feng strode to the blue stone gate, Ye Feng under the stone gate. At this moment, it seemed slightly unspeakable. Ye Feng put his hands on the stone door and tried to push it hard. Ye Feng only felt that the stone door was as rich and heavy as a mountain peak. Ye Feng pushed hard, and the door did not move.

"What a heavy gate. I think that I usually don't use the strength of heaven and earth, and the force is at least nearly 10,000 jin, but this stone gate is actually not moving. How much does it have to be! It seems that I can only fight!" Ye Feng stood still and took a deep breath. After a few breaths, the power of heaven roared in Ye Feng's chest!

The heavenly eyes in Ye Feng's eyebrows were all blocked, and the faint brilliance made Ye Feng look a little strange. The nearby free fairy spirit gathered to Ye Feng's eyebrows. Then it poured into Ye Feng's eyebrows like a whirlpool, and the strength that gathered was directly transported to Ye Feng's body.

Ye Feng put his hands on the stone door from a new beginning. The power of heaven will attract all the power to Ye Feng's body. Today, Ye Feng looks like a god of death. Ye Feng's hair strength and follows Ye Feng's strength. Ye Feng stepped on the foot on the ground and broke the stone slab on the ground!

However, the stone door is still motionless, as if competing with Ye Feng. Ye Feng clenched his teeth and gradually promoted the power of heaven to the extreme. The golden light outside his body was also becoming more and more prosperous. Ye Feng's strength was almost roaring. The originally dark pupils also became full of blood, and the blue veins on his arms and the neck were big. Arterial. It also fluctuates regularly like big earthworms.

Ye Feng's forehead was full of blue veins, and large drops of sweat dripped from the head, but before it fell to the ground, it had been evaporated by the high temperature caused by the body's excessive concentration of strength.

"Wo!"

Ye Feng roared again. His feet had almost sunk into the ground. Even on the stone door, he was imprinted with the secret of the big palm of his hand by Ye Fengsheng. The king's spirit bursting out by the power of heaven almost made Ye Feng's meridians crippled, and Ye Feng was still gritting his teeth and insist.

Finally, under Ye Feng's gritting teeth, the stone door made a difficult sound to open. The stone door was not as blocked as naturally, but it sounded that the stone door was about to be broken.

Ye Feng heard the sound of Shimen and was overjoyed. He immediately increased his strength and clenched his teeth. The sound of Shimen became faster and faster. Finally, the stone door was pushed open less than half a meter by Ye Feng with brute force.

At this moment, Ye Feng finally knew why there were very few guards in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion. It turned out that this stone gate alone could resist many strong people. Even if Ye Feng had a strong body of the witch clan, and the power of heaven comparable to the virtual fairy period, had just opened. I'm afraid that the pavilion guards need a magic formula to open this. A stone door.

As soon as the stone door opened, the smell of the quaint scroll in it immediately came to Ye Feng. He smelled the smell of the quaint scroll. Ye Feng had simply broken it and drew the second word. If Ye Feng could practice so many mysterious skills, with Ye Feng's talent, he would definitely break through. Ye Feng couldn't wait to break through the crack of the door. He squeezed in sideways.

Ye Feng sighed and walked quickly to the depths of the first floor of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion. The more he walked in, the more amazing the things inside were. He saw a layer with a length and width of one kilometers. The dense layers were piled up with all kinds of collections, including stone tablets, bamboo slips, and animal skins. In short, the ancient, ancient, and ancient times of various heavenly realms. The collection of materials and pen and ink is countless. No wonder the Kunlun School is willing to make a specific inventory every ten years. It is like how much work it consumes a lot of human and material resources.

"The Kunlun School has stood in heaven for tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, millions of years. The foundation is really rich and amazing." Ye Feng thought and walked along the intricate path piled up by scriptures. Although Ye Feng could not see the road ahead, Ye Feng believed in his feelings.

Ye Feng walked along the path without any hesitation. On the way, after all kinds of strange classics and mysterious inscriptions, Ye Feng did not look at them at all. Ye Feng was not dazzled by this amazing number of treasures at all. He knew his purpose, which was the most The top!