The weirdness of the fifth floor

  Still the familiar ancient gray stone bricks, glazed tiles built into a tree-shaped bookshelf above, scattered with some secret books. Not many, but each one is what people go crazy for.

  In the empty space, there is only a large tree carved out of a moment. Next to it are placed a few soft chairs. Although not many people come in, it is spotlessly clean. Obviously, someone regularly sweeps here.

  Yi Feng's hand lightly slid over the ancient books placed on the crystal rack, and he casually picked one out. Sun Stage Middle Grade Fist Method - Fragmented Silk Palm.

  Yi Feng couldn't help but smile, the four-layered Dayan Gongfa was indeed numerous, and he had studied many of them before, but in reality, there weren't that many that he truly learned. The Cansong Palm was one of the few techniques that Yi Feng had mastered. After mastering the Cansong Palm, the punches thrown were as soft and weak as a sheep's wool. However, beneath its seemingly powerless exterior, the entire palm body rotated at high speed with internal energy surging forth like giant waves, wave after wave of internal energy rushing towards the palm.

  At first, Hou Yi chose to learn this set of palm techniques because he thought it was cool to catch people off guard and kill them. Think about it, you gently slap someone with a soft palm, but in their careless moment, you can knock them dead. Such a perfect "playing dumb while eating the tiger" palm technique, how could he not learn it?

  To learn the remaining thread fist, Yi Feng had cracked several giant stones, his hands were like roasted pork belly, the bitterness was unspeakable.

  Yi Feng flipped through all the secret books, but still couldn't find the set of skills that Shi Dai'er was looking for. He looked around the space, but didn't find anywhere to hide things.

  Apart from the glass bookshelf, there were a few soft chairs. Even Yi Feng couldn't find anything else. Yi Feng knocked around to see if he could find any hidden compartments or something like that in this treasure tower. Unfortunately, Yi Feng didn't find anything.

  The empty and spacious fourth floor, at a glance, can be seen through completely, let alone without any hidden compartments or the like, that absolutely doesn't have the skills that Poet wants.

  Thinking of this, Yifeng couldn't help but rub his forehead: How did Shidie's master, that cunning woman, get the news that there was such a technique on the fourth floor?! But with her identity and personality, she would never tell Xiaomo about anything that wasn't certain.

  Thinking of this, Hou Feng couldn't help but grit his teeth and muttered to himself: Little demon girl, I'm going all out today. Little demon girl, if you don't discuss life and ideals with me tonight, I will never let you off the hook.

  Yi Feng took a deep breath and called out in a low voice: "Old Zhao!"

  As soon as the words fell, a figure suddenly appeared beside Yi Feng. It was still an old man with white beard, white hair, and even wearing white clothes. He was the old man that Yi Feng feared, and every time he saw him, Yi Feng's heart would tremble with fear.

  "Old Zhao!" Yī Fēng bowed respectfully and stood aside, looking extremely unnatural.

  If others in the Holy Land saw this scene, they would definitely think their eyes were blurred. In the invincible Yifeng of the Holy Land, he was actually as honest as a sheep.

  "Ah! What brings you to find me this time?" The old man's weak voice sounded in Yifeng's ears, and Yifeng became even more respectful.

  "Heh heh, Old Zhao. It's like this, I've taken a liking to a set of Water and Wood dual-elemental techniques. But I don't know where to put them? Can you tell me?" Yi Feng said cautiously in a low voice, his eyes darting about as he looked at Old Zhao, clearly losing his usual temper when facing the old man.

  Zhao's turbid eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at Yī Fēng with a tone of doubt: "How did you know there was such a set of skills?"

  Indeed!

  Yi Feng's heart was delighted, but he still explained respectfully: "It was an accidental opportunity to learn. I don't know where to put it? The young master wants to take a look."

  Zhao Lao looked up and down at Yi Feng, making him feel like cold sweat was breaking out on his back. Under his gaze, it seemed as if he had nowhere to hide, completely exposed.

  "Not on the fourth floor."

  Under the circumstances where Yi Feng almost fainted, Old Zhao finally spoke up, which also made Yi Feng let out a sigh of relief.

  "Can Old Zhao tell me where it is?" Yi Feng asked in a low voice. Yi Feng knew that no one was more familiar with the entire secret book of the Holy Land than Old Zhao, including the two sets of earth-level skills he had obtained, which were also obtained after being reminded by Old Zhao.

  Is it on the fifth floor?

  "The fifth floor, I don't have the authority to go up. So is it that you also don't know?" Zhao Lao said calmly and then ignored Yi Feng, disappearing in the blink of an eye. This made Yi Feng involuntarily give Zhao Lao a few more points.

  Yi Feng let out a sigh and headed towards the entrance of the fifth floor.

  Thinking of the fifth floor, Yifeng couldn't help but smile wryly: what was placed on the fifth floor wasn't a manual of skills, but rather the files of the successive leaders of the Holy Sect. As for anything else, there was nothing. What made Yifeng unbearable was that two sets of earth-level skills were actually used to prop up the legs of a table. If it weren't for Old Zhao's words: "The most inconspicuous things may be the greatest treasures."

  Yi Feng never thought for his entire life that two sets of top-notch kung fu would be used to hold down table legs.

  Yi Feng gazed at the large gate in front of him, a faint smile on his face. In this entire sacred land, only he could enter the fifth floor. Not even the Great Elders were allowed to enter, although Yi Feng suspected that Old Zhao might also be able to go in, but every time he said he didn't have permission.

  The fifth floor of the Wuji Building, in everyone's eyes, is an existence to be looked up to. They never thought that a disciple could enter it, and if they knew, they would probably be shocked to death.

  Yī Fēng took out six iron pieces from the Nà Líng Jiè. Red, yellow, green, cyan, blue and purple, one piece of each color. This is also the key to the fifth floor.

  These six keys originally belonged to the five elders and the old master. However, Yi Feng robbed them from their hands. The six iron pieces were inlaid on the stone gate at the same time, and the stone gate leading to the fifth floor would open.

  Perhaps the five elders could never have imagined that. The authority that only the six of them combined had, was unexpectedly possessed by Yi Feng alone. They still don't know now, their six keys have already been owned by Yi Feng, they still think Yi Feng only has the one in his hand, at most entering the fourth level.

  Yi Feng gazed at the slowly opening stone gate, his heart filled with uncertainty. He even began to doubt the conclusions he had drawn about himself.

  All along, Yifeng thought that the fifth floor was a place to store archives. However, he not only found two sets of ground-level kung fu on it, but also the kung fu that Shuidi'er had taken a liking to.

  The most important thing is Sheng Zong's file. Why should it be placed on the fifth floor of the Wuji Pavilion? This has nothing to do with the two words "Wuji" at all.

  Thinking of this, Yifeng began to look forward to the fifth floor with some expectation. Perhaps, there were still many secrets on the fifth floor that he had not seen through.