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Chapter 758 Nerd

After Xu Ming got the Flying Sword, which represented the identity of the sword master's registered disciple, there were different opinions in the Sword Palace for a while.

Although most of the sword palace disciples think that Xu Ming is not qualified to be the registered disciple of the sword master at all, no matter whether it is a punch that seriously injures a monk at the hole void stage, or walks out of a crack in space alive, or even throws a fist in the face of wrath Lei Xiao survived by chance.

All these things added up to each other, seemed worthy of the identity of the named disciple.

Although many people still held their breath in their hearts, they didn't have the courage to do the reckless act of Zhao Sheli's sword to divide life and death.

Needless to say, those Sword Palace disciples in the Dongxu period, even if the Dongxu period is perfect, they can't block this person's punch, so their cultivation base is indeed not enough, but those Sword Palace disciples in the Tribulation period don't want to. Repeat the mistakes of Zhao She at the beginning.

Moreover, the sword master has already imposed the identity of the named disciple on this person, if he openly has trouble with this person, it seems that he will not give the sword master some face.

So after going back and forth like this, those Sword Palace disciples could only stare at Xu Ming with extremely resentful eyes, but they couldn't do anything.

Xu Ming has long been accustomed to these venomous eyes lurking in the dark. Apart from concentrating on cultivation in his original hut these days, he spends the rest of his time in the place where the ancient books are stored in the Sword Palace.

These classics are naturally incomparable to the exercises. Originally, Shangguan Changkong thought that Xu Ming would wantonly search for those precious jade slips of exercises in the Sword Palace after he obtained the status of registered disciple.

But what he didn't expect was that Xu Ming seemed like a nerd who just soaked himself in countless piles of books and couldn't extricate himself.

"Hmph, you really are a nerd who has never seen the world."

As soon as Shangguan Changkong read this, he also ignored Xu Ming.

In his opinion, although these classics have recorded a lot of secrets about this world, it has long been impossible to verify whether it is true or not.

Many people regard it as a novel, and reading it on weekdays is also considered a pleasure.

Unexpectedly, this Xu Ming was regarded as a treasure, and all the people in the Sword Palace secretly laughed after being unable to put it down for several days.

It's just that none of them would have thought that these seemingly useless classics hide opportunities that Xu Ming cherishes extremely.

And the person guarding this place is an old man with only a cultivation base of the void stage. Looking at the old man's doldrums covering his whole body, one can imagine that there is no hope of breaking through to the stage of transcending the catastrophe in this life. He cannot escape the limit of his life. It consumes the rest of his life.

At first, this person still had some hostility towards Xu Ming, an outsider. Although Xu Ming had caused quite a disturbance in the Wuhen Sword Palace these days, in the eyes of this person, Xu Ming was out-and-out. Trouble fine.

But after getting along with him for several days, he was also moved by Xu Ming's respectful and three-pointed attitude. He was used to those arrogant and coquettish Sword Palace disciples who looked at no one in the sky. Young people who know etiquette, the heart of cherishing talents deep in their hearts also emerges.

Therefore, his attitude towards Xu Ming has obviously improved a lot, and Xu Ming also respectfully put him back the way he came from after reading a book.

For him, arrogance and arrogance are unnecessary here.

Instead of wasting energy on these useless things, it's better to breathe out to strengthen your cultivation.

On this day, Xu Ming was immersed in these classics again and couldn't extricate himself, but the presence of one person broke the original silence.

I saw that Zhao She, who had fought against Xu Ming, also appeared uninvited in the hall where the classics were stored. Seeing this, the old man guarding the place hurriedly got up and wanted to pay respects, but Zhao She stopped him.

"Old Chen, there is no need to be like this between you and me."

Hearing the words, old Chen's eyes also had a look of relief, Zhao She, like the young man in front of him, is a rare alien in this Wuhenjian Palace.

He also has an extremely obsessed attitude towards these classics, but Zhao She is not as crazy as Xu Ming and can spend several days doing nothing in these classics without even raising his head.

No, Zhao She also heard about it today and came to join in the fun.

Although he signaled Mr. Chen to keep quiet, Xu Ming still spoke slowly.

"Brother Zhao, what are you doing here?"

Now Xu Ming, who is considered to be a famous disciple of the Sword Palace, opened his mouth and shut his mouth, but he spoke the word "brother" very smoothly. Although Zhao She was a bit rigid in Xu Ming's eyes, he was not bad after all.

He even said that he and Xu Ming still had some disagreements, which seemed to mean that they didn't know each other.

Zhao She, who heard the words, was not angry, but casually took a book from the sandalwood shelf in front of him and held it in his hand, while flipping through it, he changed his words slowly.

"As a core disciple, I also have the right to come to this place, why are you afraid?"

"Scared? A joke!"

Xu Ming ignored Zhao She and continued to immerse himself in the book. Zhao She didn't bother him when he saw this, and found a secluded place to read the same thing.

For Zhao She, although the rumors in these classics did not help his cultivation, he used this method to stabilize his Taoism to a certain extent.

Refining the Dao heart by reading classics, such a weird and paranoid method, I am afraid that no one will believe it.

The old man who was in charge of this person looked at two corners of the hall. The sight of two outstanding figures buried in their books couldn't help but revived his somewhat decayed heart.

But the crisis in the entire Myriad Realms and Kyushu didn't end there. After Lei Xiao's death, the sword master also ordered the various sects and families in the Cultivation Alliance to conduct self-examination in order to find out the spies of the monster clan hidden in it.

Of course, the process is even more difficult. Although the demon clan does not know how to seize bodies, they are willing to promise huge profits to corrupt those who are originally struggling between the two forces.

Among them are the suzerains of some sects and those who have a pivotal position in those families. After all, it is too tempting to be free from the ravages of robbery and gain eternal life.

Let those monks who had no hope of breaking through the limit of their lifespan see the hope of life again.

Compared with the so-called righteousness of the rivers and lakes, the possibility of immortality seems more attractive.

While the entire Cultivation Alliance was in full swing to self-examine the monster spies, Wu Hao's blood killing hall also welcomed an uninvited guest.

Under the tattered robes was a body covered with scales, and a pair of purple eyes were daunting in the darkness like dim will-o'-the-wisps.

Wu Hao, who is now sitting high on the throne in the main hall, couldn't help but sneer when he saw the person coming.

"A bereaved dog, dare to come to my Blood Palace!"

And the person who heard the words said immediately. .

"I have no home in the first place, how can there be such a saying of bereavement?"

(End of this chapter)