Peerless Martial Soul

And the next moment, with a bang, all these insights, all thoughts, are all broken.

Chen Feng was hit hard, and his body was twisted and fell directly to the ground.

After a long while, it took a while.

Chen Feng struggled to stand up, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "In this coincidence, I actually have a little understanding of the profound meaning."

"Great, this is really a fate given by God!"

"With today's level of insight, in the future, when my divine essence has grown to the extreme and I can practice profound meaning, I will definitely be more relaxed than others."

Then, Chen Feng cleared up his mood and stopped thinking about it.

He looked at all the scrolls on the entire floor with a wry smile at the corner of his mouth: "Do you want to dry all of them today?"

"Well, don't look at the face of others. In the face of your Beidou Sword School's historical scrolls that have made me understand, I will also put you in the air."

"I can't let you suffer from insects and dampness."

There was already a trace of awe in Chen Feng's heart.

He was not in awe of the Beidou Sword Sect, nor these people of the Beidou Sword Sect, nor even the books themselves, but the efforts made by the sages of the past.

Perhaps they hadn't achieved much strength in their entire lives, and perhaps they hadn't brought this Beidou Sword Sect to any height.

But they wanted to do it, they worked hard for it, they struggled.

Chen Feng respected them!

Roll after volume, the old books were moved outside by Chen Feng and placed on the big stone.

The first thing that Chen Feng moved was a series of books made up of bamboo slips.

These bamboo slips are made of thin leather through which the leather has become black.

The bamboo slips have also changed from a slightly blue yellow to a heavy and deep thick yellow.

I don't know how many people have seen it, or how many people have read it, so that the surface has become extremely shiny.

Even the writing above is a little mottled.

Chen Feng spread out these bamboo slips in the hand of the big stone, letting the sun shine down.

The stone was so huge that Chen Feng spread out all these bamboo slips, and only took up only a fraction of the area!

After that, Chen Feng was busy, moving out these scrolls one by one.

It took more than an hour, and Chen Feng only moved three or four hundred volumes.

The entire first floor will be completely evacuated from the distance. I don’t know how long it will take.

However, Chen Feng didn't feel any irritability or slack, let alone just walk away.

On the contrary, at this time his heart is extremely peaceful and indifferent.

When Chen Feng unfolded these ancient books, he would always look through it consciously or unconsciously.

With his current cultivation base, even if he didn't read these words seriously, it would still flow into his mind.

Therefore, Chen Feng moved, exhibited, dried and watched.

And the wisdom of those ancient people quietly flowed into his mind.

Whether it is good or bad, right or wrong, Chen Feng is always inspiring.

The ancient books here were made by thousands of ancestors of the Beidou Sword Sect, and all of them remained in these ancient books.

Perhaps they are already forgotten by people now, but these ancient books still have their traces imprinted.

Chen Feng seemed to have seen this person's life, as if countless personal experiences flashed through his mind.

It was quite comprehensible in my heart.

And when Chen Feng's heart came up with this kind of enlightenment, these enlightenments swept out and went straight into Chen Feng's mind.

At the next moment, Chen Feng felt an inexplicable breath coming.

This inexplicable feeling actually came to the place where Chen Feng's luck was entangled.

It was this entanglement of air and luck that made his cultivation stagnant.

And now that Chen Feng's understanding, what he has gained from this, has actually begun to weaken the **** that entangles him a bit.

Chen Feng was suddenly surprised.

"It turns out that the understanding between me and here actually has the effect of weakening the bondage, which is great!"

"In this way, I will look here more, and if I have more understanding, my restraints will be less and less."

"When the time comes to solve the problem of Zhong Lingzhu's life experience, then I can completely open my bondage."

Suddenly, Chen Feng felt nothing right.

He raised his eyebrows and said in secret: "Why can my understanding and enlightenment be able to tear away this luck?"

"Could it be that?"

Chen Feng suddenly felt aroused in his heart and immediately understood what was going on!

"The root of everything comes from Zhong Lingzhu, a descendant of the real Thunder!"

"And I, the understanding here can be solved, then there is only one explanation, that is!"

Chen Feng suddenly stared at Zhan Zhan: "I found a trace of Zhong Lingzhu's life experience among the ancient scrolls and books I just read."

"Could it be that Zhong Lingzhu is actually related to this Beidou Sword Sect?"

Chen Feng knew immediately that he must have accidentally discovered a big secret!

Therefore, Chen Feng did not stay, and immediately jumped back in the wind, and then carefully read the volumes of classics he had just read.

A roll failed.

No clue was found in the two volumes.

There was no trace of the three volumes, and Chen Feng continued to read down without being discouraged.

Finally, when he turned to a slightly newer ancient book, he suddenly saw a sentence on it:

"This son has the blood of thunder. Although he is still young, he has already revealed his great talent. It should be possible to reach the realm of Emperor Wu in the future!"

Chen Feng's eyes jumped immediately.

Thunder!

These two words are extremely sensitive to Chen Feng now.

So Chen Feng rummaged through the book again, but never found any traces related to it.

He turned the book to the front page and carefully read the information left by the person who lived in the book.

It turned out that this book was left by an elder who was responsible for assessing talents from the Beidoujian sent six thousand five hundred years ago.

And the person with thunder blood he mentioned earlier was a fourteen-year-old boy named Zhong Binbai.

Zhong Binbai?

When Chen Feng saw it, his heart moved again: "Zhong Binbai and Zhong Lingzhu are the same surnames."

Chen Feng became excited.

He vaguely felt that he seemed to have found the beginning of a great secret!

Chen Fengmeng was alert and realized that he was a little anxious now, so he sighed gently, calming his excitement.

Then, I continued to read those classics.

Watch while carrying it.

This time, Chen Feng had a strong sense of purpose, and he looked faster.

Then, after another hour, Chen Feng read through hundreds of files.

Moreover, this time he was more mindful, and he picked up those ancient books that looked relatively new, almost thousands of years away from now.