"Okay, Yiyanzi, that's a good name. Are you from the Yanyang Sect?" Ye Chuan asked, vaguely remembering that millions of years ago, there seemed to be such a sect in the wild world. It was quite powerful and made many enemies. . This Bafang Yanyang Technique was snatched from the hands of a powerful enemy of the Yanyang Sect.
"Yes, Master, you..."
Yan Mo nodded, hesitated, and asked after hesitating for a while, "Master, do you know about our Yanyang Sect? Also, this Eight Directions Yanyang Technique..."
The Bafang Yanyang Jue in my hand was recorded in a thin booklet. It was simple to make and you could even smell the fresh fragrance of ink. It was obvious that it had only been recorded not long ago. Yan Mo was puzzled. Not to mention that Ye Chuan was a well-known mediocre person in the Yunwu Mountains in the past. Even the elders of the Yunwu Sect had not necessarily heard of his sect, the Yanyang Sect. How did Ye Chuan know about it? Where did he come from, the real Bafang Yanyang Technique
"Read a book."
Ye Chuan answered, and the two words made Yan Mo suddenly understand.
The Yunwu Sect is deteriorating and is being suppressed by the Xuanding Sect and the Wudun Sect, and may even be completely expelled from the Yunwu Mountains. However, after all, it has a long heritage and is a rare ancient sect in the Qin Dynasty. There are only a few masters in the sect, but the collection of books is as vast as a mountain and all-encompassing, far beyond what emerging sects such as Xuanding Sect and Wudun Sect can match. As a sect disciple, Ye Chuan has a transcendent status, monopolizing the Ziyun Peak and Ziyun Villa left by the leader Yun Feiwu, and reading many ancient books that ordinary people cannot access. It is very possible!
"Young Master is wise. You should not just focus on cultivation when you are young. Only by reading more books and being well-read can you lay the foundation for your future success. The Yunwu Sect has a long history. People say that the Young Master is a mediocre person. He has not yet broken through to the monk realm. As everyone knows, Young Master I have read a lot of books and have extraordinary knowledge. In the future, the only one who can truly inherit the great lineage of Yunwu Sect is Young Master."
Yan Mo admired him in his heart, and felt more and more how wise it was to choose to follow Ye Chuan. Who doesn't know how to practice? You just have to practice hard, but if you can be relaxed and moderate at a young age, and read a lot of books while practicing, this is far-sightedness!
"The leader of the Yunwu Sect, it actually doesn't matter..." Ye Chuan murmured to himself, a little distracted, and suddenly remembered the years when the founder of the Yunwu Sect, the Ghost Hand Medicine King, was with him.
A master in the late stage of Real Realm Realm can be selected into the Ten Thousand Halls of the Great Qin Dynasty and enjoy the worship of the imperial court.
A master at the pinnacle of the Real Realm Realm can be selected into the Great Qin Dynasty Hall of Hundreds and be granted the title of Marquis by splitting the earth.
A master in the saint realm is such a transcendent existence that even the King of Qin must bow to him as a disciple.
For many disciples, protectors and elders of the Yunwu Sect, it is their dream to inherit the sect's unification. That means becoming a peak real person or even a super strong person in the saint realm, enjoying supreme status and endless glory. Wealth. But to Ye Chuan, this is nothing at all. When he was in his prime and could cover the sky with one hand, who among the followers such as the Blue-Eyed Demon Queen and the Ghost-Hand Medicine King who followed him were not saint masters
"Young Master, Young Master, what did you say?" Yan Mo asked, vaguely hearing Ye Chuan's mumbling to himself, but only a little sound was heard, but Ye Chuan could not hear clearly what exactly he said.
Ye Chuan came back to his senses and said calmly: "It's nothing, Yi Yanzi, how do you feel now?"
"It's much better, thank you, Master, but..." Yan Mo used the Bafang Yanyang Jue with a worried look on his face and said, "It's just that I can't fight with others in the short term. I'm afraid I won't be able to help Master, but the big competition is about to happen. It's about to begin. The Xuanding Sect and the Wudun Sect have specified that they want Young Master to lead the team to fight. They must have unkind intentions. This..."
"Don't worry, since I agreed straight away, I will naturally have a way to deal with it. You just need to rest in peace on the mountain to recuperate." Ye Chuan replied.
"Okay, then I can rest assured, old slave."
Seeing Ye Chuan's disapproving and confident look, Yan Mo was worried, but he couldn't say anything else. He paused and then said: "In addition, when I walked up and down Ziyun Peak and meditated in meditation these days, I always felt that I feel restless, and there is a dangerous aura coming from the back mountain from time to time. The aura is very dangerous, and it is getting stronger and stronger, as if some peerless monster is about to open the seal and rush out. Master, what is going on?"
Not long after staying at Ziyun Peak, Yan Mo sensed the danger of Nie Longyuan in the back mountain of Yunwu Sect. Following Ye Chuan's instructions, he did not easily go down the mountain to get married to see what happened, but he became increasingly uneasy.
"That is an abyss in the back mountain, the Evil Dragon Abyss. It is said that there was an ancient evil dragon sealed under the abyss. I don't know what happened specifically."
Ye Chuan replied, looking up at the mountains covered by the vast fog of the Yunwu Sect, and said: "Don't worry, the Yunwu Sect has a long heritage. Although it is getting worse, its luck is not over. Even if there is really a peerless evildoer in the Evil Dragon Yuan in the back mountain. When we come out, the sect's hidden superpowers will naturally be there to deal with it, and they won't harm us ordinary people. It's getting late, let's go back to Ziyun Courtyard!"
Ye Chuan gave an order and flew away with Yan Mo, heading straight to Ziyun Peak, the highest peak of Yunwu Sect.
After leaving the Valley of the Buried Gods and being reincarnated after millions of years, Ye Chuan made sense in choosing to stay in the Yunwu Sect instead of somewhere else.
This sect was founded by his most loyal follower, Ghost Hand Medicine King, who spent a lot of effort back then. There are many towering peaks in the sect, many of which were brought from far away places by him who used his great magical powers. Every plant, tree, mountain and water in the sect is more beautiful than anyone in the Yunwu Sect now. familiar. He knows everything from a sect plaque to a mountain peak, and his memory has not been erased by the long years of being trapped in the God Burial Valley.
Many ancient sect restrictions are no longer known to anyone in the Yunwu Sect, but he has not forgotten them. Every plant and tree here gave him a familiar feeling. The only strangers were the people coming and going within the sect. The Ghost Hand Medicine King was no longer there, and neither was the group of fierce and fierce guardians like wolves and tigers in the past.
Some time ago, who was the man in green robe that I met by chance near Nilongyuan? Seventh Elder, is there such a person in the sect
Ye Chuan suddenly remembered a person, the green-robed man he met when he first detected Nielong Yuan. So far, he was the only person in Yunwu Sect whom he could not see through. Not only was the identity of the other party elusive, but also his cultivation. Such a person was very dangerous. Fortunately, Ye Chuan didn't feel any hostility from him.
After returning to the Yunwu Sect, they no longer had to worry about the attacks of wild monsters and the pursuit of the old monsters with arms. Ye Chuan and Yan Mo were much more relaxed. However, when they arrived at the foot of Ziyun Peak and were about to go up the mountain, Ye Chuan, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped and a strong murderous aura rushed towards him.
A young man wearing a white robe and carrying a sword on his shoulder stood in front of him at some point, blocking the way Ye Chuan and Enma went up the mountain.