Tianmu

Chen Ming felt that he was very unlucky.

Because he saw another person he didn't want to see.

Chen Yong, the guy who left a deep impression on him on the first day of his time travel, appeared in front of him again, and he looked unfriendly.

Chen Ming put down the book of palm techniques that he had just picked up in his hand, and looked at Chen Yong who was walking towards here indifferently.

It took more than ten minutes before he had time to look through two martial arts books, one was palm technique and the other was footwork. Originally, he was planning to find a secret book of martial arts such as swordsmanship, but now it seems that this plan It's a little late. [

Walking in front of Chen Ming in a few steps, Chen Yong looked at him with a sarcastic expression on his face.

"Yo! The injury on your arm seems to be almost healed!" Chen Yong deliberately looked at Chen Ming's arm with a playful look, which was really not flat enough.

Chen Ming sneered a few times. The wound on his arm shouldn't have healed so quickly, but because the spiritual essence in the Yuan Lingjing was pure enough, and the soft water technique had advanced greatly, the wound on his arm also healed quickly. Healed in a short time.

However, when Chen Yong mentioned this point now, he obviously didn't show any good intentions.

"Did you ask me for something? If it's okay, I'll continue to choose martial arts." Chen Ming said calmly, without any sign of being irritated by Chen Yong's words.

In fact, it wasn't that Chen Ming wasn't angry, but that he knew that if he fought with others in Jiuchongtian, the fate would be very serious. Those who were light would lose the opportunity to choose martial arts this time, and those who were serious would be punished by entering the family forbidden area to face the wall.

Chen Ming didn't want to be punished like this, for the sake of a little Chen Yong, he couldn't do it.

Chen Ming's indifference made Chen Yong feel like he was punching the air, which made him very uncomfortable.

"Damn bastard, you look like this again!" Chen Yong cursed bitterly in his heart.

"It's okay, I'll leave." Chen Ming said impatiently.

Chen Ming would not be in a good mood if he was disturbed while choosing martial arts properly.

The nearby clansmen who were also selecting martial arts on the third floor also gathered around after seeing the movement here, among them were three of Chen Xiao and the others.

"Who is that guy? He actually went to Jiuchongtian to trouble others, doesn't he know the rules here?" Someone asked suspiciously.

"Probably there is some deep hatred, but I do know that person. It is Chen Ming from the third branch. He used to be the bottom of No.70's second generation, but now it seems that the rumors are not true."

Someone called out Chen Ming's identity, and some people who had heard of the name Chen Ming couldn't help but nodded with a look of enlightenment.

Standing in the crowd, Chen Xiao and the other three couldn't help being a little disappointed when they saw that Chen Yong hadn't uttered anything for a long time.

"This Chen Yong doesn't look as brave as his name!" Chen Xiao said deliberately without lowering his voice.

As soon as these words reached Chen Yong's ears, the anger in his heart was immediately ignited.

"Boy, if you have the guts to go out and fight alone!" Chen Yong shouted loudly. [

Chen Ming didn't answer him, but turned his head and glanced at Chen Xiao in the crowd. After secretly remembering this person, he looked at Chen Yong.

"One-on-one? Then you just wait outside!" After finishing speaking lightly, Chen Mingli ignored Chen Yong's livid face, turned around and walked towards the bookshelf beside him.

"You..." Chen Yong was so angry that he almost couldn't help but make a move, but when he thought of the rules in the clan, he held back again.

"Okay! I'll wait for you outside, and I'll see how long you can hide here!" After Chen Yong put down a harsh sentence, he turned angrily and walked towards the stairs.

thump thump thump...!

Chen Ming glanced at Chen Yong's back indifferently, and a sneer could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

"Do you think I'm still the same me as before? Just wait, you will be surprised later!"

Chen Ming also thought about how to get rid of the title of useless material on his head. Climbing up to the third floor of the Nine Heavens was the first step, and the appearance of Chen Yong just completed his second step.

As long as Chen Yong is defeated, then Chen Ming will no longer be that waste material in the second generation of No.70. Although he is not the best, he will not be underestimated either.

Thinking of the upcoming battle, Chen Ming couldn't help getting excited.

This is his first battle since he came to this world. This battle also determines his future. He must win this battle!

"Let's look at martial arts first. Break through to the third level of body training. I have an hour. This hour must not be wasted!" Chen Ming thought to himself.

When every member of the Chen family breaks through to the third level of body training, they will be able to enter the arsenal once, which is the ninth level, but there is a time limit. You can also make a copy to take away.

The original in this arsenal cannot be taken out, you can only copy it.

Chen Ming had flipped through two martial arts books before, and had already memorized the contents.

He found that his brain had really changed. He had read a not-so-thin martial arts cheat book twice, but he had memorized it all, as if engraved in his mind, and he couldn't forget it even if he wanted to.

"It's enough to learn a little kung fu on hands and feet. The key is to find some powerful swordsmanship or other martial arts with weapons." With this thought in mind, Chen Ming began to wander among the bookshelves on the third floor up.

The other members of the Chen family on the third floor looked at Chen Ming, thinking about how the battle would develop later. They were already planning to go down to watch the battle later. Anyway, many of them had more time than Chen Ming. If there is less Ming, he will go downstairs before Chen Ming, so there is no waste of time.

Generally speaking, the memory of warriors in the third level of body training is not much better than that of ordinary people. In an hour, a large part of it is spent on choosing martial arts, and then they have to copy a martial skill. Time is simply not enough for them to memorize another martial skill.

A situation like Chen Ming's was a special case after all. No one would have thought that such a monster as Chen Ming would appear. If the Chen family knew about Chen Ming's special features, they would definitely focus on cultivating him.

An hour later, Chen Ming put down the brush in his hand, tidied up a stack of white papers, held them in his hands, and walked towards the stairs.

In an hour, he memorized two palm techniques, one foot technique, one kick technique and two sword techniques, but the stack of papers in his hand recorded another relatively obscure sword technique. Law. [

This trip to the arsenal, Chen Ming can be said to have returned with a rewarding experience, and the benefits he got were far beyond what other people could imagine.

Walking downstairs with his things, Chen Ming quickly returned to the counter at the door.