Chapter 79 (2/2)

Han Fei looked at her askew. ”Isn't it?”Jiang Qin shakes his head: ”the higher the level of combat skill, the more difficult it is to cultivate. In contrast, the lower the level, the easier it is to cultivate. For a war soul division, the fighting skills that can be used and used are good achievements, and the worst ones can also be used for fighting, right? ”

Han Fei bangs his mouth. Although he feels that Jiang Qin's words are reasonable, who really wants a garbage fighting skill? What's more, is it really a low-level achievement when war skills come into your own hands? That's not necessarily. I have a demon pot!

Jiangqin: ”go in! Choose the skills you are interested in. ”

Han Fei: ”how many copies can I take?”

Jiangqin: ”you want to take several with you. Anyway, even if you bring them out, I will not let you learn.”

Han Fei:

There is only one old man guarding the library. It's like cleaning. Han Fei glances at it and wonders if the old man is a sweeper.

But this old man is too ordinary to hang up at any time. Han Fei is shaking his head. How can there be so many sweeping monks.

Entering the library, as Han Fei expected, it was very broken, and the wood floor was creaking. The bookshelf feels like it's going to fall down at any time. There's also a big ball of spider webs in the corner. Hey, don't you have me watching? How can there be so many spider webs?

The library in the village has only one floor, and there is no saying that there are several floors and several grades in the legend.

Han Fei went up and saw that there were still paw marks on some books. Obviously, there were still people coming to this place, but there was too much dust. When he grabbed it, he left a paw mark. There were more books, full of dust, even without a paw mark.

Han Fei glanced at it.

What's ”stick technique”, ”general outline of fist technique”, ”fishing skill”, ”iron fist technique”, ”iron fish stick”, ”fish chopping knife” Here are a bunch of books that have no desire to read.

Han Fei talked. This is what the library in the village looks like. I'm afraid it's not good in the town.

Han Fei didn't think it was dirty. He went all the way to find out the names of each book. He took a look at the names and threw them on the ground first. Then he chose them slowly.

”Seven sabres” is a good name. Keep it.

Ooh, Wuji stick. It's a bit of a bull. Keep it.

Sleeve knife sounds like a concealed weapon. Keep it.

”Popular stick”, Mm-hmm. maybe it can do it. Keep it.

Rod shaking, for fishing? Is it possible to have my kissing skill? One way.

……

Half an hour later, in Jiang Qin's gaping eyes, Han Fei came out with dozens of books in his arms. The height of the books was from his stomach to his chin.

Jiang Qin is speechless: ”can you finish watching it?”

Han Fei: ”I don't want you to help me choose. I also chose some of them myself. It's not bad.”

Jiangqin: ”first, show me some of your own books.”

Han Fei took out three books from the bottom, the names of which are ”the secret of cutting the waves in the wind”, ”the most invincible staff” and ”one sword through the sea”.

Jiangqin: ”...”

Han Fei was still elated and said that it took me a lot of effort to find these three books.

But who would have expected jiangqin to throw these three books on the ground casually: ”so you choose war skills by name? You'll choose the one with a better name? ”

Han Fei: ”ah! I think the person who can write this name must be a man of great spirit. Why not? ”

Jiang Qin: ”the fisherman who wrote” a sword through the sea ”, well, it's not bad. After finishing the book, he went to the common fishing ground with a sword and died with a swordfish.”

Han Fei:

Jiang Qin: ”and the man who cut the waves against the wind wrote this book as soon as he got to the realm of fisherman. He said that he could walk on the waves, and then he went to the first level fishing ground to walk on the waves. As a result, he was penetrated by swordfish.”

Han Fei:

Han Fei carefully said, ”what about the most invincible staff?”

Jiang Qin: ”well, he knocked himself to death.”

Han Fei: