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A few minutes later.

"The sword manual and the last artistic conception map are not here!" Chen Yiming frowned and whispered.

Apart from money, Li Yuanzhuo had nothing on him.

When things developed like this, Chen Yiming had to make up a few more times.

"ah!"

Li Yuanzhuo was awakened from the coma by pain.

Opening his eyes, he saw a face covered with a black veil.

Instantly understood, a masked man in a black cloak attacked him.

"Where are the Li family's sword manual and artistic conception map? If you don't want to die, just tell me honestly." Chen Yiming made a head-cutting motion and threatened.

"Who are you?" Li Yuanzhuo asked subconsciously, a little confused.

"Don't talk nonsense." Chen Yiming kicked Li Yuanzhuo's waist.

"ah!"

Li Yuanzhuo screamed again, but the sound was stuck in his throat, and he bent into a ripe lobster.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Chen Yiming grabbed the dirt and blocked the opponent's mouth.

"Stop... I said." Li Yuanzhuo's complexion was pale, he spat out the dirt, and faltered and begged for mercy.

At this time, endless humiliation surged in his heart, and he was inexplicably approached by a strange martial artist.

And without any discussion, he was knocked out when he came up, then woke up again, and punched and kicked again.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps in the distance.

Chen Yiming moved his ears, grabbed Li Yuanzhuo, disappeared into the peach forest, and came to a remote place on the back of the mountain in the blink of an eye.

It is close to the side of the mountain. If something unexpected happens, people can be kicked down the mountain.

Boom!

Li Yuanzhuo was thrown to the ground by Chen Yiming.

A mouthful of blood was spat out, and the whole person became listless.

"Forgive me." Li Yuanzhuo begged for mercy.

Then, he hurriedly said: "The sword manual and artistic conception map were dedicated to the Qingyun Sword Sect when I started."

Chen Yiming frowned when he heard this.

He judged from Li Yuanzhuo's struggling strength just now that this person has only transformed his body six times.

With his twenty-three or four-year-old age and six physical transformations, he couldn't even reach the threshold of an outer disciple, but in reality he became an inner disciple.

Obviously, even if they are related households, they have paid a high price to manage them.

Upon seeing this, Li Yuanzhuo added: "Because the Li family's Skyfall swordsmanship is too incomplete, the sword manual and artistic conception map are placed in the library as the basic swordsmanship for reference by all disciples."

"Wipe it clean, tidy it up, and take me into the library." Chen Yiming nodded.

"But..." Li Yuanzhuo's eyes were round, and he just said two words.

The figure of the masked man in front of him has disappeared from sight.

"What are you doing in a daze, hurry up." A voice came from the air.

Li Yuanzhuo's forehead broke out in cold sweat.

Bringing strangers into the library, if exposed, Widow Li would definitely not be able to protect herself.

The choice he faces is to die now or to die in the future.

Slow down for a while.

Taking a long breath, Li Yuanzhuo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a leaf, and straightened his wrinkled clothes.

During the whole movement, not only the hands were shaking, but the body was also trembling involuntarily.

After dealing with it, he walked towards the library step by step.

The distance was about one mile, and it took more than ten minutes to walk.

The library has two floors.

On the first floor is the basic martial arts. Compared with the Qingyun Sword Sect, this foundation refers to the martial arts at the end of the warrior realm, which can only break through the warrior realm.

On the second floor are martial arts with more than three artistic conception maps, and only true disciples and above are eligible to read them. There are elders of the sect who take turns guarding them.

"Junior Brother Li, you don't look very well, what happened?" Fan Peisong stood up from the stool and shouted.

He is the inner disciple who is responsible for registration and guarding on the first floor. The importance of the first floor and the second floor is very different, and there is no elder guard.

"It's okay, maybe I ate something unclean." Li Yuanzhuo found an excuse to prevaricate.

"By the way, Junior Brother Li, I asked you to inquire last time." Fan Peisong asked.

"Wait a minute, Widow Li has been in seclusion recently." Li Yuanzhuo flatly refused.

After speaking, he went straight in.

After Fan Peisong got the answer, he let go directly.

Then he sat back on the stool and filled in Li Yuanzhuo's name on the roster.

Helping to fill in the name, most of the inner disciples have done it, and there has been no problem.

When Li Yuanzhuo stepped into the library, his mind was even more bewildered, buzzing non-stop.

Once this threshold is crossed, the nature will be very different. Now he has officially become a ghost in the sect, and he can only pray that he will not be discovered.

Relying on instinct, he walked to the bookshelf in his memory, and took the Tianyun sword technique from it.

However, in a blink of an eye.

An invisible hand snatched away the Tianyun sword technique.

Li Yuanzhuo watched helplessly as the Tianyun sword technique gradually disappeared from his eyes.

Feeling exhausted, he held on to the bookshelf and took deep breaths.

"Junior Brother Li, are you okay?" Fan Peisong at the door noticed something strange and shouted loudly.

"It's okay, I accidentally bumped into a bookshelf." Li Yuanzhuo hurriedly found a reason to reply.

Startled by Fan Peisong's words, his strength recovered a bit, and he took a book of exercises from the bookshelf, pretending to read it.

He is like a frightened bird now, if there is any trouble, he doubts whether he has been exposed.

At the same time, Chen Yiming directly flipped through the sword manual in the corner of the first floor of the library.

In order to prevent the sound from coming out, his movements were extremely light.

So it took nearly ten minutes to finish reading, confirming the authenticity of the sword manual.

Fortunately, the meteorite artistic conception map on the last page is not exactly the same as the two he deduced, and belongs to the same artistic conception map.

This means that he made up four artistic conception maps.

He felt without trying at this moment that the meteorite map transformed by the spirit villain was more flexible and perfect.

After Chen Yiming finished reading the sword manual, Fan Peisong still talked to Li Yuanzhuo every once in a while, caring about his body.

Taking advantage of the gap between the two of them talking, Chen Yiming walked out of the library in a flash.

Whoosh!

Chen Yiming's movements were not fast, but it was difficult to completely eliminate the vibration of the air.

Fan Peisong was focused on talking with Li Yuanzhuo, thought it was a gust of wind, so he didn't think much, and continued to chat with Li Yuanzhuo.

...

Qingyun Sword Sect Mountain Gate.

Two middle-aged men and a middle-aged woman stood at a high point, looking through the mountain gate, staring in the direction of the library.

The invisibility ability attached to the inner strength of the black mist can detect abnormalities even at the apprentice level, let alone the warrior level.

The moment Chen Yiming stepped into the library, he was noticed by the guarding elders of the Qingyun Sword Sect, but the Qingyun Sword Sect did not want the battle to take place inside the mountain gate, causing the disciples to be accidentally injured.

"Your Excellency, it's not appropriate to just leave like this." Huang Lieyan said flatly.

His voice was like a big bell ringing, and spread out with the vibration of the air, and the entire Qingyun Sword Sect heard his speech.

At this moment, at the temporary residence for the entrance test, the residence of the outer disciples, and the residence of the inner disciples, the crowd was in an uproar and ran out of the house one after another.

All eyes focused on the source of the sound, the mountain gate.

Chen Yiming dispersed the inner strength of the black mist, revealing the appearance of a masked black cloak.

"Are you going to stop me?"

The sound propagation technique is extremely rough, but the hidden huge force makes the sound wave intensity completely crush the previous sound.

Within the Qingyun Sword Sect.

The disciples below the realm of quasi-warriors were instantly shaken by the sound waves so that their eardrums bleed, and their eyes darkened and they fell to the ground.

The disciple of the quasi-warrior realm barely resisted the impact of the sound waves, but his head was dizzy and his whole body was on the verge of falling.

All of a sudden.

There was chaos inside the mountain gate, all the disciples no longer watched the excitement just now, except for those who fainted on the ground, they all fled to the depths of the mountain gate.

There was a chill in the air, and everyone felt a sense of imminent disaster.