However, as they had already expected, there were more martial arts, sword skills, magic and magic collected in the Holy Emperor Pavilion, but their quality was far inferior to Xinghua Temple. After reading for a long time, Zhang Haoran and others went to the second floor in disappointment.

"Are we going too?" Luo Enen threw the ancient kendo book in his hand back to the bookshelf and asked Gu Fenghua.

These so-called royal treasures are considered profound and mysterious in the eyes of ordinary saints, but from her current perspective, they are as simple as chewing wax.

Gu Fenghua did not speak, but turned his attention to Ye Wuse.

Of course, she looked down on the martial arts and sword skills that even Luo Enen looked down on, but Ye Wuse’s previous words were definitely not aimless. She wanted to see what he wanted to do.

"Let's take a look." Ye Wuse didn't even raise his head.

"Wucai, what the hell are you doing?" asked the fat white man in a low voice.

"Let's talk about it when they leave. In short, you believe I won't harm you. Also, pretend to be serious and don't let outsiders see the clues." Ye Wuse looked in the direction of the stairs and said.

Obviously, there are some things he doesn't want Zhang Haoran and others to know about.

Seeing that he was so serious and mysterious, Gu Fenghua and the others stopped saying anything and continued to look through it patiently.

Before I knew it, a day passed.

On the stairs, the footsteps of Zhang Haoran and the others were heard.

"You are still here?" Zhang Haoran asked in surprise when he saw Gu Fenghua and others staying on the first floor, looking through the ancient books with concentration.

They had already read the second and third floors of ancient books, but they had not seen Gu Fenghua and others come up, and they thought they had left long ago in disappointment.

"I haven't finished reading the first floor of the book collection yet, so I'll go to the second and third floors to read it later." Ye Wuse said, but his eyes were still staring at the ancient books in his hand, with such a focused expression.

"I began to understand why you have cultivated so much at a young age." Seeing Ye Wuse's focused look, Zhang Haoran said with emotion.

Speaking of which, although they are all regarded as the top elites among the younger generation of Xinghua, they are nearly ten years older than Ye Wuse when it comes to age, and their strength is only between Zhongbo, so it is reasonable to express such feelings.

"Yes, I have read the "Falling Plum Flying Flowers" before, but I didn't expect that you could understand it so quietly. We are ashamed of this distracting nature." Liu Baishan also said in admiration.

He has not only read the book "Falling Plum Flying Flowers" in Ye Wuse's hand, but also read it. Although there are some advantages and if you memorize it carefully, you can gain something, but in general it is still a little too shallow and not worth spending too much effort on it.

Besides, this Holy Emperor Pavilion has more than ten thousand books. If you really want to talk about it in detail, every set of martial arts and sword skills, and every magical technique has its merits. If you really want to read it carefully, how can you read it? After all, they only have three days, and the Guanghua Royal Family cannot keep them in the Holy Emperor Pavilion and not leave.

Therefore, Zhang Haoran, Lin Hanyi and others took a few glances at each collection and then put them back. After counting from the first to the third floor, there were countless sword skills, but in the end they had nothing to gain. However, the final gains of Ye Wuse's concentration on a sword skill like him were much greater than theirs.

After understanding this, the few people admired Ye Wuse, Gu Fenghua and others for their patience.
Chapter completed!