"Ah! We've already informed Tianji Tower and the provincial government, and the gang leader doesn't want to offend them!"
"None of my business! Our Xie family won't just let this go!" The young man said gloomily, "Let's proceed as planned. Keep it a secret from this old man for now!"
"this……"
"Why? You don't want to? Don't forget, even though your last name is Huang, where are your roots?"
Hearing this, a trace of confusion flashed across the man's face. After a moment, he sighed, "I'll take care of it. Just go ahead and do it!"
"Um!"
After saying that, the young man turned and left the hall, heading out of the stone city.
Only after his figure completely disappeared did he slowly turn around and head towards the main hall.
After a moment, he walked up to Bai Cangtian, knelt on one knee, and placed his hand on his chest, "Boss, he's gone!"
"Hehe, you did great!"
Bai Cangtian laughed coldly, "Private revenge is none of my business!"
…
In the registrar's office, Wan Zhuliu finally saw the secret manual of true martial arts.
The old man followed him respectfully, pointing out the books one by one without the original shelves. "These shelves all hold earth-level techniques. The first book in each column is a Xuan-level technique. As for the spirit-level techniques, they are kept separately. Please select them from the catalog first, and then I can get them for you."
"This is the headquarters of my Yubu. Do we really need to be so cautious?"
Hearing this, the old man smiled and said, "There are regulations in this building. It is strictly forbidden for the martial arts of various sects to be spread out and disrupt the martial arts world. If there is any problem, the punishment will be very severe. The subordinates dare not take the initiative."
Wan Zhuliu nodded slightly, this was understandable.
As the saying goes, a hero breaks the law with force. Although not everyone can learn martial arts, the threshold is not high.
There are even some unconventional methods that don't value qualifications and can quickly improve by giving up some things.
If you can survive and become famous through years of practice, it is inevitable that you will get into trouble.
The true martial arts skills are also a resource for those in power and will not be easily spread.
Of course, if the building is designated as a prefecture-level building, there will be fewer restrictions.
These skills either have a low upper limit or have some restrictions, and generally speaking, they are of the lowest value.
After glancing around, Wan Zhuliu withdrew his gaze indifferently.
"What level of skill is the Nine Revolutions Soul Refining Technique that I exchanged last time? If we follow the evaluation standards in this building?!"
Hearing this, the old man felt a little embarrassed.
Previously, he accepted two thousand taels of gold from this person, and now he suddenly brought up this matter, could it be that...
While his mind was wandering, he still answered respectfully: “That technique has actually not been graded yet.
These newly acquired skills must be sent to the main building every year and screened by the building owner. If the skills are special, they will be collected in the Wanbao Pavilion of the main building.
The rest will be uniformly graded and then returned.”
"No rating?"
The old man nodded, "However, since you can use this true skill to quickly advance from the early stage of the Concentrated Spirit Realm to the late stage of the Concentrated Spirit Realm, I believe... it will not be lower than the Xuan level!"
“Maybe!”
Wan Zhuliu immediately avoided the topic.
Only he himself knows that this thing is not so easy to practice.
Not only did he rely on the skill of speed running, but the extremely terrifying tearing pain that occurred in his mind at that time was enough to make people drink a pot.
He considered himself a martial arts fanatic, but if he were asked to do it again, he would still resist in his heart.
The pain is truly unforgettable!
I'm afraid there are not many people who can withstand this level of pain.
Moreover, if you practice on your own, you will have to endure that kind of impact all the time.
Unless you have a masochistic tendency.
As soon as he thought of this, he felt a brief pain in his head as if it were pricked by needles.
His face turned pale, but as the Qi of Return to Void began to circulate automatically, the discomfort quickly disappeared.
"There are still aftereffects now. This thing is definitely not a good method!"
The old man guarding the secret book noticed his strangeness and asked, "Sir...what is this?"
"Nothing!"
Wan Zhuliu waved his hand. "According to what you said, the Yu tribe only has seven Xuan-level techniques that I can borrow, right?"
"That's right. There are still three spiritual-level skills. Your Excellency can choose whether to use the one-year allotment. I suggest that you practice them one by one to avoid the interaction of the true skills and causing hidden injuries, which would be more harm than good!"
"Um!"
Of course Wan Zhuliu wanted to see everything he could see at once.
However, he naturally couldn't show it.
Otherwise, you will definitely be suspected by the main building.
After all, no matter how talented a martial artist is, he can only learn three or five real skills in his lifetime.
One is for laying the foundation, and the other is for the core true skill, used to condense the essence and blood.
If you have spare energy, you can also practice body skills, sword skills, etc.
But if you can learn more than ten subjects at once and even master them all, that would be crazy.
Therefore, Wan Zhuliu pretended to be in deep thought for a moment.
"How about this, you take out these seven true skills first, and I'll check them one by one. If I find something suitable, I'll make a copy!"
The old man hesitated for a moment, not daring to say anything more, and immediately did as he was told.
A moment later.
A stack of booklets was neatly placed on the table.
"Sir, there are seven in total: three boxing techniques, two body techniques, one hard skill, and one left-handed technique. They are all here, please check them out!"
Wan Zhuliu walked over slowly and checked them one by one in order.
The three boxing styles are the Fiery Sun Fist, the Collapsing Mountain Fist and the Tyrant Fist.
He pretended to examine the manual and flipped through it page by page.
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