Zhang Ling didn't know how many pages he had read. Anyway, he couldn't understand all the things on it, and there were so many of them. He had roughly flipped through each of them. Up to now, he had only flipped through ten books.
At this moment, the waiter closed the book, and it was time to close the library.

But at this moment, he saw Zhang Ling staring at a picture in the book in a daze,
He sighed. It's not like he hasn't seen a boy like Zhang Ling before. Just as he was about to go up to wake Zhang Ling up, a small green vortex suddenly formed in front of him.

His hand immediately retracted,
In front of him a fist-sized wind weasel has formed,

Zhang Ling took a deep breath, closed his eyes, he was tired,

After an unknown amount of time, the lights in the entire library were dimmed.

Only then did Zhang Ling open his eyes.
Then he saw a weasel,
"Fuck, what is this?"

He was taken aback, but seeing that the thing was very similar to the picture he had just seen,

At this time, the waiter gently stretched out his hand to caress the little wind weasel, but his hand went straight through it,

"This is Feng Weasel, one of the wind elemental spirits, the most basic wind elemental spirit, but summoning it also requires the strength of a second-level martial artist,
who are you?Zhang Ming is just a first-level martial arts master."

Zhang Ling smiled: "I'm Zhang Ling, have you heard of me?"

"slightly heard"

"I have never learned martial arts"

"You can see it"

"Can you keep it a secret for me?"

"Yes, but in exchange, can you let me know how you summoned the wind weasel?"

"Well, I can't, I don't know, it seems that when I saw that picture, the image of this wind weasel automatically appeared in my mind."

The waiter-like man's face was hidden in the darkness, and he seemed to be smiling: "Is the wind element friendly? So that's the case."

Zhang Ling glanced at the dark library: "Is this closed?"

"Yes"

"Since the museum is closed, is it appropriate for me to stay here?"

The waiter showed a smile with eight teeth: "I am the curator here, here, I have the final say."

Zhang Ling was slightly taken aback,
"Is the curator so busy?"

Zhang Ling did not expect that this is the curator. According to his thinking, he must be a strong person to be the curator here, and the weakest will not be lower than level four.

This kind of strong person can be a professor in a school in Xinlu, "Didn't you notice? You are very special. I thought you were here to make trouble at first, but an obvious warrior came to learn martial arts. What do you think?" ?”

Zhang Ling was a little embarrassed. He really didn't know that learning martial arts required so many pre-tasks. If he knew, he would just stop watching.
"Curator, since this is the case, do you know any martial arts that are suitable for me here?" Zhang Ling is also a fool, since he has been seen through, he is not polite,

"Here, follow me"

The curator seemed to be a good talker, and he led Zhang Ling towards the other end of the library,
At this time, a small ball of light also appeared beside him, illuminating the surrounding darkness,
Zhang Ling was very curious about this: "What is this?"

"Light Elements, Pure Light Elements"

At this time, the previous Feng Weasel also flew over and tried to swallow the ball of light,
At this time, the curator frowned: "Why do you keep calling it by your side? Is your spiritual power stronger than that of a second-level martial artist?"

Zhang Ling looked at the little wind weasel, and found it very interesting. At this time, the wind weasel also turned around, wrapped around Zhang Ling's hand, and looked at Zhang Ling with big green eyes blinking.

Zhang Ling was also very surprised: "I don't seem to have any feeling, how can I undo the martial arts?"

At this moment, the curator also stood still, turned around stiffly, and looked at Zhang Ling: "You didn't lie to me?"

"I never lie!"

The curator ignored Zhang Ling, but looked carefully at Feng Weasel,
"Unbelievable, how is this possible!"

Zhang Ling frowned and thought: "Sure enough, the curator's strength is not very high, so I made a fuss."

At this time, the curator stretched out his hand, and strands of orange light condensed in his hand,

The next moment, in front of him, a wind weasel the size of an adult condensed out,
After the huge wind weasel was condensed, it also rotated, and began to rotate around Zhang Ling continuously. The light on this wind weasel became brighter and brighter, and finally it was like a huge incandescent lamp, illuminating the sky. most of the library,
At this time, the curator looked at Zhang Ling: "Do you understand?"

"Look at what?"

Zhang Ling was stupefied, he didn't understand anything,
"Your is bigger than mine?"

"."

After a pause, the curator seemed not to have heard what Zhang Ling said, and started talking on his own,
"The wind weasel I built according to the announcement in the book, because of my spiritual level, its strength is stronger than your wind weasel,

But if you look closely, you can see that all the commands of my wind weasel are given by me, it has no thoughts of its own, and it will gradually disappear when my spiritual power is severed from it."

After speaking, the light that illuminated the entire library dimmed again,

"But your Wind Weasel is different. The first time I saw this little guy, I had a feeling that this little guy is real.

It is possible for others to achieve this level, but this person is definitely not you."

The curator smiled slightly, reached out and grabbed Zhang Ling's arm,

Zhang Ling only felt a chill coming from his arm, and then he didn't know where it went.
"What are you doing!" Zhang Ling looked horrified, the curator shot too fast, he didn't have time to react at all,
"Don't be nervous, just check your status"

Seeing that Zhang Ling still acted like a ghost who believed in you, the curator smiled and said: "Really, if I want to kill you, it won't be such a trouble, this is my territory."

Zhang Ling thought that something was wrong, but he couldn't find a reason to refute it.

At this time, the curator came to a door on the second floor and said: "Here, it should be here.

Hey, 37 cards of strength, below average,
89 Hz mental power, average,
No special boost?interesting! "

"Uncle, can you keep your voice down, I'm still here"

At this moment, Zhang Ling rolled his eyes. The curator is really not a human being. He just revealed his data like this.
At this time, the curator smiled: "Don't be angry, with this wind weasel, you have surpassed most of the students. Do you know the evaluation criteria for martial arts masters?"

Zhang Ling is a complete novice in this regard, shaking his head and quietly following behind,

"The evaluation standard for warriors is the level of vigor,

Reaching 100 is a first-level warrior,
1000 is the second level, and so on,

Martial arts masters are judged by the martial arts that can be used, as long as they can display the corresponding level of martial arts, they can apply to the martial arts association for the corresponding martial arts qualification."

Zhang Ling understood immediately: "I can apply for a second-level martial arts master from the Martial Arts Association now?"

The curator nodded lightly, and said with a smile: "You can do it like this, okay, here we are, this is the place where the wind element martial skills are kept."

Zhang Ling thanked and walked in. Compared with the martial arts area, the content here is much less, but there are some restrictions on each book.
Most of the above require a master of the wind element to practice, or have a certain level of vigor,

And now he is not even a first-level warrior,

Zhang Ling didn't even think about it, there was a live body index by his side, so he didn't need it for nothing,
"Curator, are there any martial arts here that I can use?"

At this time, the curator was quietly standing aside, playing the role of a smart computer very well,

"No, there is no recorded wind element master who can create martial arts at this stage"

"So what are they doing at this stage?"

The curator's expression is also very strange: "Actual combat, hone your body, polish your skills, and improve your energy level"

Zhang Ling was also very speechless: "Curator, can you lend me some money?"

"??? Why do you want money?"

"To be honest, I want to buy a strange beast"

"Why do you want a strange beast?"

"Kill and eat meat"

"."

"curator?"

"You, why don't you go outside the city and catch it yourself?"

"I'm not even a first-level warrior"

"."

This time it was the curator's turn to be speechless, but after thinking about it, the curator looked at Feng Weasel who was stuck to Zhang Ling's arm: "If you didn't use your mental power to summon Feng Weasel, I really have one here!" The place can be introduced”

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