Han Feng screened out two physical martial arts through his mental power, both of which were high-level spiritual martial arts, namely "Walking on the Snow without Trace" and "Hidden Dragon Triple Wave".
These two body movements and martial arts are the most outstanding among all the body movements and martial arts on the third level, both in terms of grade and effectiveness.
Among them, "Treading on the Snow Without Traces" is a martial arts technique that favors elegance and lightness. It is said that "with one breath of your body, you can leap over thousands of mountains."
This movement is not only elegant and dexterous, but also puts little stress on the body. It can be used for long periods of time or when dealing with enemies. It is not only practical, but also extremely beautiful and elegant to perform.
In comparison, "The Hidden Dragon Triple Wave" seems much more vigorous and direct.
This movement emphasizes instantaneous bursts, such as a huge wave rushing thousands of miles away. It can explode at extreme speed in an instant, and it is divided into three levels, namely "one stack", "two stacks" and "three stacks of waves".
If they can reach the realm of "Triple Waves", the spiritual warrior can even directly relay in the air, leap three times in a row, and jump hundreds of feet into the air, like a hidden dragon out of the sea, soaring into the sky!
The power of Qianlong Triple Wave is naturally stronger than that of Tuxue Wuhen.
But similarly, its cultivation is also more difficult, and both the load on the physical body and the consumption of spiritual power are far greater than the latter.
In this case, I am afraid that many spiritual warriors will tend to choose "Treading Snow without Trace".
However, Han Feng decisively chose "The Hidden Dragon Trilogy".
Because Han Feng's physical toughness and spiritual power far surpass those of the same level of spiritual warriors, and he fully meets the training requirements of "Hidden Dragon Triple Wave".
In this case, it is natural to choose this more powerful body martial art.
After selecting the body and martial arts skills, Han Feng once again channeled his mental power and began to search the bookshelf for body training techniques.
After searching for a while, Han Feng couldn't help but frown slightly, feeling a little disappointed.
Because among the nearly 10,000 jade slips on the third floor of the Classics Pavilion, there are only a dozen volumes of body-training techniques. What's more important is that through the screening just now, Han Feng did not find a book that is suitable for his own practice.
The tempering level of these techniques is obviously weaker by more than one level compared to the Chihuan Ba Tijue that he has practiced.
Even if he has cultivated to the state of great success, his body is much weaker than his current body, and Han Feng cannot cultivate at all.
After thinking about it, Han Feng was able to understand that the Chihuang Tyrant Body Technique was also a high-level spiritual skill, and it was something produced by Yin Zun.
At the same level, how could there be a body-training technique that was stronger than the Chihuang Tyrant Body Technique?
But even though he figured this out, Han Feng was a little confused.
What should I do if I can't find a suitable body-training technique on the third level, and I am not qualified to enter the fourth or fifth level?
After hesitating for a moment, Han Feng used his mental power again and searched again to avoid any mistakes.
However, after a while, nothing was found.
Helpless, Han Feng could only consider whether to find another book of attack martial arts.
However, Han Feng already had a general-grade martial art called "Broken Star Spear Technique". Choosing another spiritual-grade offensive martial skill would only be the icing on the cake and would be of little use.
Just when Han Feng had no choice but to select a book of attack martial arts.
"Gudong, Gudong...!"
There was a strange phenomenon coming from the corner of the third-floor classics pavilion, as if something was rolling down.
Han Feng's heart moved and he ducked into the corner. He took a quick look and was stunned on the spot.
Under the stairs from the third floor to the fourth floor, an old man with gray hair wearing a blue gown and a square scarf was lying on the ground, motionless.
Judging from his "prostrate posture" and one foot that was still on the stairs, it seemed that he had missed the step and rolled down the stairs.
Han Feng looked above at the fourth-floor passage that was sealed by a barrier, and then sensed that there was no spiritual power fluctuation in the old man.
After confirming that the other party could not have come down from the fourth floor, Han Feng began to consider whether to give the old man a hand.
The reason why we need to consider it is that there were too many examples in the past life of "helping oneself", which made one "go bankrupt".
Han Feng was afraid that if he helped him, the old man would rely on him, and then he would be unreasonable.
But after only hesitating for a moment, Han Feng stepped forward to help the old man. After all, the folk customs in Lingwu Continent were relatively simple, not to mention that this was Tiannan College.
As soon as Han Feng put his hand on the old man's shoulder, and was about to pull him up, the other party suddenly reached out and grabbed Han Feng's wrist tightly.
"Young man..."
"Fuck!"
Han Feng was shocked and secretly yelled, "Oh no!" Could it be that he really encountered the old man who was "waiting for rabbits" and caught his silly rabbit?
Fortunately, Han Feng's reaction was also very fast. In a flash of thought, his feet softened, and with an "ouch", he instantly fell next to the old man.
Immediately, Han Feng's whole body twitched like an electric shock, and he couldn't help moaning in pain.
"Oh...it hurts me so much. It's over. My legs and hands are definitely broken...!"
Han Feng suddenly used a "jedi counterattack", which obviously confused the old man.
The old man in green clothes was stunned for a long time, and then he said "Hey".
Immediately, he got up from the ground. Looking at Han Feng who was moaning with his eyes closed on the ground, he reached out and patted Han Feng on the shoulder.
"Young man, I didn't exert any strength, why did you lie down? Are you crazy because of epilepsy?"
Han Feng squinted his eyes when he saw the old man getting up, and when he heard the other person say these words, he couldn't help but was stunned. He stopped his "immersive performance" and looked at the old man.
I saw that the old man looked about forty or fifty years old. Although his hair was gray, his face was not too old. He had a square face and a broad nose. He was dressed in the attire of a scholar. He looked similar to Di Yueming's meticulous temperament.
It's just that the old man's eyebrows are thick and thick, and the ends are slightly drooping. They are three points more exaggerated than Zhao Weinan's "awkward eyebrows", and they have a sense of joy that makes people laugh.
Seeing the old man standing up on his own, Han Feng asked cautiously.
"Uncle, there's nothing wrong with you."
Hearing this, the old man frowned and said dissatisfied.
"You, a young man, talk so rudely. You should salute and say hello to the elders when you see them. Why are you talking nonsense and being so ignorant of etiquette?
I was just in a fuzzy state just now. I was so immersed in the "Thousand Dreams" that I accidentally fell downstairs. I didn't want to be disturbed by this rude young man like you again. What a bad luck! "
Han Feng couldn't help being stunned when he heard this, and soon understood what the other party meant.
The old man in love accidentally rolled down the stairs when he was taking a nap, fell down, and was hit by himself.
Thinking about it, I felt a little embarrassed, so I looked dissatisfied.
Han Feng didn't care about this, as long as the other party didn't come to blackmail him.
Immediately, under the astonished gaze of the old man, Han Feng stood up and raised his hands to the old man.
"Boy Han Feng, I haven't asked the elders for your surname."
Seeing Han Feng salute to him, the old man's expression softened slightly.
"My surname is Wang, and my first name is "Fugui"!"
"Wang Fugui!"
Hearing this name, Han Feng's mouth twitched slightly, thinking that the tackiness of this name could be compared with that of his father-in-law "Zhou Dafu".
Han Feng asked again casually.
"Uncle Wang, the Classics Pavilion is an important place in the academy. Why are you here?"
Hearing Han Feng's name, Wang Fugui frowned again.
"It's rude, what is "Uncle Wang" called Mr. Wang!"
Han Feng had no choice but to call "Mr. Wang".
The old man nodded reluctantly, and then said proudly.
"My duty is to be responsible for cleaning the books in the Classics Pavilion every day."
Han Feng couldn't help being slightly stunned when he heard this, and muttered secretly.
"Clean up the Dianji Pavilion. Uncle Wang of Sentiment is responsible for cleaning the Dianji Pavilion. As expected of the Dianji Pavilion, Uncle Lian Wei is so arrogant."
At this time, Uncle Wang also looked at Han Feng and said quickly.
"Young man, you are here to borrow classics, right? The Classics Pavilion is an important place in the academy. Once you have chosen the classics, leave quickly and don't linger here casually."
When Han Feng heard this, his heart moved.
I thought to myself, since Uncle Wang is the cleaning staff in the Classics Pavilion, he must be very familiar with the collection of books here, why not ask him.
