Where did this note come from?

Peng Zhiwen picked up the note in surprise, and looked around and found that it was not the person here who threw it.

Could it be...

Peng Zhiwen swallowed and opened the note with trembling hands.

I saw a line of small characters crookedly written on the slip of paper.

"Stop pestering me, it's impossible between us."

"what!"

Peng Zhiwen was shocked.

Is this, this note really written by Shangguan Leng Yan? Except for her, who would say such things to herself, after so long persistence, finally got a response, at this moment Peng Zhiwen's mood was like a roller coaster.

But then again...

"Why are the words on this note so ugly?"

Peng Zhiwen was a little suspicious, but didn't think much about it, and shouted: "Miss Shangguan, I can learn from my heart for you, please give me a chance!"

"Pattern—"

Another note fell from the sky.

Peng Zhiwen brows jumped, and immediately picked up the note and read it carefully.

"I do not believe."

Three large characters crookedly written on the note, no room for rejection. However, Peng Zhiwen not only was not disappointed, but a slight upward arc appeared in the corner of his mouth.

As the saying goes, the cruelest refusal is to ignore it.

In Peng Zhiwen's view, even though Shangguan Leng Yan refused so mercilessly, since the two sides had communication, it meant that everything was possible.

Even, in a trance, Shangguan Leng Yan was constantly struggling, trying to reject himself and fearing that his words would be too intense.

"Oh, it's so wonderful..."

Peng Zhiwen took a deep breath and shouted again: "Heaven and earth conscience, the sun and the moon can be mirrored! I swear, as long as you give me a chance to prove myself, I will make you believe that Peng Zhiwen is sincere and sincere!"

There was a long silence.

The crowd around was dumbfounded.

After a while, another note flew out.

The note read: "Let me think about it. Don't bother me until I think about it."

Peng Zhiwen was immediately excited.

think about it?

Isn't this the equivalent of half the success?

Seeing that Shangguan Leng Yan's attitude had eased a lot, Peng Zhiwen got up immediately, knowing that he should leave at this time, otherwise he would leave a bad impression. "Then, I am waiting for the good news from Senior Sister Shangguan!"

After he said respectfully, he turned around decisively and left without any muddle.

Seeing Peng Zhiwen's departure, although everyone was curious about the contents of the notes, they had no choice but to disperse.

After a while, the crowd outside the gate of the mansion dispersed.

"Crunch—"

Cheng Feng poked his head out of the door, and saw that the people outside the door were all cleared away. This made him exhale.

He didn't expect that Peng Zhiwen was so easy to pass, and the three pieces of paper were fooled away. Of course, he couldn't think of how many dramas Peng Zhiwen had forcibly added to himself in the exchange of just three notes.

"Master, let's go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion."

Xiao Jiu said.

"Okay, let's go now!"

The two quickly left the matter behind and left the mansion for the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

To be honest, Cheng Feng also wanted a mansion in the core area, but when he first came to the Demon Sect, there were no more core area mansions. After all, no one thought that there would be two more core disciples at once. Only the Sovereign and the Elder Hall can make the decision to delimit the core residence, but now they are all going to the Heavenly Demon Cult to support the battle, and naturally they can't divide the residence for Cheng Feng.

If you want a mansion, you can only wait for them to come back.

Not long after, Cheng Feng and Xiao Jiu saw the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion on the top of the mountain. The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is the most important place in the entire sect. There are various restrictions around it, and even flying in the air is not allowed.

Cheng Feng naturally did not believe in evil.

The result is also very obvious, can only walk obediently on the ground.

There is no guard handle at the gate of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. The entire attic is in the style of a high tower, and it is straight to the sky. It is unknown how many floors there are. The two walked through the door holding hands, and soon saw the true face of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion-countless bookshelves, and countless books on the bookshelves.

"I show my identity token when I enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, don't I even know this?"

An old hoarse voice suddenly sounded.

Xiao Jiu was taken aback, and subconsciously grasped the corner of Cheng Feng's clothes.

The latter turned his head to look, but saw an old man in a thick black jacket lying in the corner. He was too weird. He was silent as if he didn't exist. If he didn't speak suddenly, Cheng Feng would not have noticed his existence.

I am afraid this is a master!

Cheng Feng's heart shuddered, and then respectfully took out the token.

"Core disciple..."

The old man in the thick black jacket frowned, and after a closer look to confirm that the token was genuine, he waved his hand and said: "This Tibetan scripture pavilion has ninety-nine floors. The core disciples can enter the first ninety floors, but one identity token only Can enter alone."

Cheng Feng frowned slightly.

Seeing this, Xiao Jiu said: "Master, you go find Sister Leng Yan, I will be waiting for you here."

"Okay, I'll be back soon."

Cheng Feng reluctantly rubbed Xiao Jiu's hair and entered the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion alone.

He originally planned to find Shangguan Leng Yan and return, but after entering the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, he discovered that the interior space of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was huge. Originally, it looked majestic enough from the outside, but from the inside, it was more than dozens of times larger than the outside world. !

At first Cheng Feng thought it was an illusion.

But soon he realized that this was an application of the law of space. It is said that the Wusheng-level powerhouse masters the power of space, and the Wudi-level powerhouse can play with the space at will. It is not a problem to create such a big world inside and outside.

This Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was actually built by a Wudi-level expert!

"Damn, when will I find out..."

It took half an hour for Cheng Feng to move from the first floor to the second floor. If this is to find the 90th floor from scratch, I'm afraid it will take ten and a half days?

The day lilies are cold.

Rather than finding the end from the beginning to the end, it is better to start directly from the 90th floor!

Just do it!

Cheng Feng followed the stairs directly to the 90th floor.

There are obviously a lot fewer books on the 90th floor than below, and every book here has strong restrictions on it. It is conceivable that these books are extremely precious, and even Cheng Feng has seen Saint-level martial arts among them! Of course, only a handful of them.

No process wind has no interest in this.

Martial arts?

I learned it at a glance!

When something becomes readily available, it is no longer so worthy of attention. What's more, only the emperor-level martial arts can really help Cheng Feng's strength increase, but there is obviously no such thing here.

Even if there is, it will only be on a higher floor, but he can't get in there.

Just as Cheng Feng was looking for Shangguan Leng Yan's figure, something suddenly fell from above and happened to land on his head.

Click!

"Damn, who throws rubbish?"

Cheng Feng rubbed his head, picked it up, and found that it was actually a purple hairpin.

Hairpins are naturally something girls only use. I don’t remember that Shangguan Lengyan has hairpins of this color.

Sudden……

"Hey, can you hand me up the issuing card?"

A strange and playful voice suddenly came from the top of his head.

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