Soon after, a teacher was summoned and led a group of fifty new students to the Imperial College Library.

When everyone walked outside the library, they saw two figures standing in front of them, as if waiting for someone.

When he walked in, Wei Yuan was stunned for a moment. The figure standing outside the library was nothing but someone else. He was the daughter of the governor of Youzhou, Li Chudong, the apprentice of Wei Yuan, and Guo Qian, a teacher at the Fu Pavilion of the Imperial College.

As soon as they saw Wei Yuan, the two of them hurriedly came up to meet him.

"Master, you are finally here. I have been waiting for you for several hours."

Li Chudong pulled Wei Yuan's sleeve and spoke a little aggrievedly.

Guo Qian also smiled kindly, "How about it, is the assessment difficult?"

"Fortunately, it's quite simple."

As soon as these words were said, the expressions of the candidates around him were very strange. They were simple. They were just relative to Wei Yuan. In the eyes of these candidates, today was probably the most difficult day they had experienced in their first half of their lives. Not to mention the pain of tearing the souls of the water in the lead pool, even the mirage demon illusion almost told them to explain there.

"I knew the master was absolutely fine."

As he said this, Li Chudong suddenly pulled Wei Yuan aside and whispered, "Master, there are many magic tricks in this library, but I think there are not many magic tricks worthy of you."

As he said that, Li Chudong looked around and then continued, "The deepest part of the left aisle on the second floor is a swordsmanship called Li Haoranqi. It is rumored that it was created by the master of Liu An, the sword god in Xiliang. Unfortunately, no one has understood the mystery so far."

"A few years ago, the first sword of Haoguo Sword, Wu Jianxin, also came to read it, but in the end, he didn't say he didn't understand it. Anyway, I think he didn't understand it, but I have a feeling that you should be able to."

Wei Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, "A little Haoranqi?"

"Yes, master, don't underestimate this sword book. The master of Xiliang Sword God Liu Anzhi was once the number one person in the world. No one can match his sword skills. He is known as the Red Sword God. Unfortunately, he did not choose to ascend later, but died in the Sword God Mountain in Longji Prefecture. What a pity."

Li Chudong sighed.

“No choice to ascend?”

Wei Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, "What do you mean is that he is already qualified to ascend?"

Li Chudong nodded, "Yes, no one understands that he has already surpassed the immortal realm, but for some reason he would rather live hard in the world for a thousand years than ascend."

Hearing this, Wei Yuan narrowed his eyes and said, "It's interesting, okay, I remember, I'll go back and take a look."

At the same time, all the freshmen have already entered the library. They can't wait for such a rare opportunity, and there is only three days, so they have to hurry up.

After Wei Yuan bid farewell to Li Chudong and Guo Qian, he was the last to enter the library.

As soon as I entered the library, a strong aroma of paper and ink suddenly came to my nose. This smell was long and long, just like every book here has been sleeping for thousands of years.

The library is not dim, and there is a lantern illumination for each several feet, so you can read it clearly no matter where you are.

Wei Yuan did not rush to climb to the second floor. He casually took out a book of swordsmanship from the bookshelf, opened it and started reading.

These secret books were created by Wei Yuan after he ascended in his previous life. He wanted to know what kind of swords exist in the world today.

But what disappointed Wei Yuan was that although all the sword scriptures he read looked extremely exquisite and impeccable, there were also the most obvious disadvantages hidden in it.

That is, most of these sword scriptures have traces of learning from the swordsmen of the previous generations, and very few self-service innovations. Even if there are, they may not be as profound as possible.

Seeing this, Wei Yuan couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, "Swordsmanship is invincible, he doesn't know innovation but only knows how to learn from it. In this way, he will probably have no sword to talk about in the future."

As he said this, Wei Yuan put down the sword in his hand, took a deep breath, and then walked towards the second floor of the library.

He wanted to see how profound the swordsman, who was known as the Red Sword God, left behind, and just hoped that he would not be disappointed.

The library has three floors in total, and the first and second floors contain mental techniques and magic techniques. As for the third floor, it contains various talisman rituals and medicine and elixir recipes.

Wei Yuan walked to the second floor step by step, followed the leftmost passage mentioned by Li Chudong, and walked to the deepest part.

There are not many classics here, just a few books, and Wei Yuan easily found the secret swordsmanship called "Like Haoranqi".

This book is not thick, so I don’t think there are too many moves, but even such a sword book with few moves can make it impossible for even the heart of Wu Jianxin to understand.

In Wei Yuan's opinion, since Wu Jianxin can be called the sword head of Haoguo, his sword skills should have reached the Tao, and what would the sword scripture that he could not understand even was like?

With curiosity, I opened the sword in my hand, and there was only one sentence on the homepage.

"A little bit of great energy, a thousand miles of wind!"

As this sentence came into view, Wei Yuan's soul gradually immersed in the sword scripture in his hand.

What Wei Yuan's soul saw was a vast world, with long clouds and boundless land. At first glance, the peaks rose and stretched for thousands of miles, as if they were endless.

This is an illusion, but Wei Yuan unexpectedly discovered that in this illusion, his realm was actually raised to the peak of immortality. Even he was as real as a dream and illusion.

Among the mountains in the distance, a figure stood on the top of the highest mountain, dressed in red, holding a simple long sword with his back to Wei Yuan, as if he was admiring the world.

The next moment, the figure suddenly turned around, revealing a face that could not be seen clearly. A sword stabbed towards Wei Yuan without any stop. There was no murderous intention, but only the boundless sword intent that stretched like this vast world.

When the sword was stabbed out, Wei Yuan's pupils suddenly shrank. The depth of the sword had already surpassed the realm of Taoism and stood firmly in the ranks of the Dao Sword.

"good!"

Wei Yuan was also very furious when he spit out a good word. Since his rebirth, he has never seen such a high-level swordsmanship. Today he is lucky enough to see it, so how can he not compete?

Thinking of this, Wei Yuan grabbed a big hand and a long sword appeared in his hand in the illusion. He did not avoid any permission. He also stabbed out with a sword, and was also a sword of enlightenment.

The moment the two swords intersected, the sky and the earth changed color and the light was gone day and night. Fortunately, it was in the illusion, otherwise the entire Haoguo Capital would be destroyed under the swords of the two.

As soon as they touched each other, their figures soared into the sky, facing each other on the clouds, Wei Yuan laughed three times, "Happy, your swordsmanship can be among the top three even in the fairy world!"

This is not Wei Yuan exaggerating. The sword god in red is so high that his swordsmanship is beyond his imagination. He really never imagined that there was such a genius swordsman in the mortal world. If he could ascend to the fairy world, it would not take long to defeat many immortal emperors in the fairy world. After practicing for another hundred years, he could even compete with Wei Yuan in his heyday.

It’s a pity that such a talented swordsman emperor actually died in the mortal world.
Chapter completed!