Breaking through bottlenecks requires accumulation and opportunities. Small levels require small opportunities, and large levels require big opportunities.
Qianyang Pill contains pure spiritual power, which can strengthen the soul and cleanse the muscles and cut the marrow, which is equivalent to a hundred years of skill. This kind of elixir refined from the crystal core of the Thousand-legged Monster was an unexpected opportunity for Ye Chuan, who was still at the seventh level of warrior blood refining realm. No one expected that on the way to Repulse Bay to look for Qingyang Fruit, they would encounter a thousand-legged monster that was not yet an adult.
Ye Chuan picked up two Qianyang Pills and looked at them. When he was about to put them in his mouth and swallow them, he put them down again and put them in two crystal bottles. Then he went out, stood on the top of Ziyun Peak and looked at the entire Yunwu Sect surrounded by clouds and mist. He walked down the mountain and walked around the sect, ignoring people's comments and pointing, and measured the majestic, delicate or precipitous buildings with his feet. mountain peak. From time to time, I stand still, gaze at the mountains, touch the cold ancient rocks with my fingertips, and sometimes even murmur to myself.
It has been a while since he was reincarnated and joined the Yunwu Sect. This is the first time Ye Chuan has visited the entire sect. On the eve of the big competition, I carefully looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar sect. The past was like smoke, and a series of dusty memories slowly came to my mind.
Not long after swallowing the Thousand Yang Pill, Yan Mo began to retreat and meditate on the spot, refining the power of the Thousand Yang Pill, and quietly comprehending the changes in the body and the mysteries of cultivation. It was still noon when I swallowed the Qianyang Pill, but when I opened my eyes, it was already evening. Ye Chuan, who was walking around the peaks of the sect, happened to come back from outside.
As soon as he opened his eyes, Yan Mo saw the remaining two Qianyang Pills in crystal bottles. The two pills were of unlimited value. Ye Chuan just placed them on the ground casually.
"Sir, you..., you didn't take the Qianyang Pill? Aren't you also injured, and your energy and soul have not recovered yet?" Yan Mo was confused and surprised, but not surprised. He understood that Ye Chuan must have a deep meaning in doing this. When he met Ye Chuan for the first time in the underground ghost market, Ye Chuan's every move made people feel abnormal and difficult to understand. Now Yan Mo has understood that Ye Chuan is not abnormal, but ordinary people can't understand it.
"I will take Qianyang Pill, but not now, the time has not come yet." Ye Chuan smiled lightly without explaining too much.
Yan Mo was silent for a while, with a worried look on his face, "Sir, the competition is about to begin. The Xuanding Sect and the Five Escape Sects have been preparing for a long time. Isn't it true that you are..."
Yan Mo was worried. Among the top disciples of the three major sects, Ye Chuan undoubtedly had the lowest cultivation level. I am afraid that among all the disciples who went to battle, his cultivation level was also the lowest. His cultivation level is not as good as others, and he is still injured. How can he fight in the next big competition
Is it possible that Ye Chuan is taking this opportunity to give up on his own initiative
Yan Mo thought for a moment, then gave up the idea and looked at Ye Chuan to see what he would say. No matter how you look at it, Ye Chuan doesn't look like someone who would give up voluntarily.
"It's okay, they're just a bunch of minions. It doesn't matter if they get hurt a little. You can kill them with just a move of your fingers."
Ye Chuan smiled enigmatically, put away the crystal bottle on the ground, and sat cross-legged on the spot, "Yi Yanzi, I want to leave my body and walk around the sect, you help me protect the law."
Before the demon could ask any more questions, Ye Chuan used a secret technique to leave his body again.
Yan Mo was stunned, and his soul was out of body in the warrior realm, which had subverted his understanding of cultivation. After wandering around for many years, he has never seen or heard of anyone who can leave the body in the warrior realm. Even for the elites of the first level of monks, it is not that easy to get their souls out of the body. They have to bathe, change clothes and meditate first. How can anyone like Ye Chuan do it as effortlessly as eating and sleeping? Without any protection, just like this, the soul is out of the body. Aren't you afraid that the soul will be lost in the dark night and never come back
Yan Mo reacted, sweated for Ye Chuan, and quickly sat down cross-legged to help Ye Chuan protect the law.
Although he had already cultivated to the fifth level of the real person realm, he never dared to wander around at night easily. There are usually three types of people who casually wander around at night, one is a rookie who knows nothing, the other is a confident master, and the other is a peerless devil who does whatever he wants. What about Ye Chuan, what kind of person is he
Yan Mo couldn't understand it more and more, and his spiritual thoughts slowly spread out, sensing the whereabouts of Ye Chuan's soul.
After hovering in the air for a while, Ye Chuan's soul set up a dark wind, first circled around the alchemy hall, and then swept towards a steep mountain peak.
Late at night, when people were sleeping or meditating, dim candlelight flickered in a dark underground secret room. The third elder was sitting on a futon with his eyes slightly closed and his face gloomy. Jin Zhikun, the master of the alchemy hall, stood behind him with his head bowed.
"Third Elder, what do you think of the plan just mentioned?" Jin Zhikun asked
"The idea is great, but unfortunately, the reality is cruel. How do you implement it?"
The third elder slowly turned around, glanced at Jin Zhikun, and said coldly: "You have the idea that someone must follow that boy Ye Chuan to gain his trust. Who should you look for? This competition will only last for a long time." Seven people are allowed to fight, and no matter how stupid Ye Chuan is and doesn’t understand the situation, at least he still has that girl Zhu Sijia to guide him, so how can he let our people sneak in?"
"this… "
Jin Zhikun was speechless, with drops of sweat breaking out on his head. He was thinking about how to get revenge, but he missed an important link. Looking at the third elder whose face was as dark as water, he said bravely: "Third elder, how is Aesop? As your personal disciple, and after practicing outside for so long, my strength must be no problem. At the meeting tomorrow morning, as long as In the name of revitalizing the sect, we strongly demand that Aesop participate in the war. Ye Chuan must have no choice, and the great elder cannot object. Ye Chuan can forget about his own trash. He can no longer choose a group of trash to accompany him to represent the sect. Go out and fight!”
"This is a good idea, but unfortunately, it's too late."
The third elder's face was gloomy, and he said slowly in a hoarse voice: "Although Aesop is young and promising, unfortunately, he is still too young and too impulsive. He had a conflict with Ye Chuan just after he returned from traveling outside. At this time, that boy Ye Chuan How is it possible to choose him to fight together? Why, Jin Zhikun, as the leader of a hall, you don’t even know this?"
"I have been practicing in seclusion for the past two days."
Jin Zhikun started to sweat again and his face looked ugly. How could he forget the death of his son Jinhua? Having endured the humiliation and burden for so long, and seeing Ye Chuan's carefree reputation in the sect growing day by day, he couldn't hold it any longer. He took a deep breath and said, "In order to defeat that boy Ye Chuan and justifiably remove him from his position as the sect's top disciple, and to do it flawlessly, Third Elder, what do you think we should do?"
"Difficulty, dilemma! There is still one night, think about it carefully!"
Third Elder Bai Yanhu shook his head and slowly closed his eyes.
With the support of the First Elder and the Second Elder, it is naturally not that easy to deprive Ye Chuan Sect of his status as the First Disciple, and he cannot do it in broad daylight. This competition between the three factions is a rare opportunity, but it is not that easy to do it perfectly.
The competition is about to begin. Some people are happy and some are sad.
Zhu Sijia, the First Elder and others were worried about the sect, worried that Ye Chuan, who led his team to the battle, would be defeated and even lose his life. Jin Zhikun and the third elder were hiding in the darkness, but they were worried about how to hide Yechuan and how to make it perfect. It’s hard to be a good person, but it’s also hard to be a bad person!
"Third Elder, Third Elder..."
Jin Zhikun called softly, but when he saw that the third elder had closed his eyes and refused to listen, he had no choice but to retreat. As soon as the front foot left, the air suddenly rippled in the underground secret room. A man in black, shrouded in black mist, tore through the void and walked out. The third elder, who was still above him just now, immediately kneeled down respectfully, bowed and said: "See Hei Ming messenger!"
"Forgive me, get up! Bai Yanhu, do you know your sin..."
The man in black was short and thin, but his face was blurry and he couldn't see what he looked like. His voice was weird and cold. Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashed with a cold light, and he reached out and slapped his palm on the dark ceiling.
On the ground, dust suddenly flew into the air, the ground bulged high, and fallen leaves were flying all over the sky.
On a big tree in the courtyard, several awakened sparrows suddenly opened their eyes. Their wings were half-opened and they jumped out of the nest when their bodies suddenly fell vertically and fell to the ground. The carp in the small pond flew into the air together with the rockery and the rocks on the bottom of the water, and then fell straight down. After falling into the water, the fish belly turned white.
In an instant, a shock wave came from a hundred meters underground in the courtyard, mercilessly crushing all life on the ground.
This ferocious shock wave seemed to tear the air apart. In a corner of the courtyard, Ye Chuan's soul was twisted for a while, as if it was about to be torn to pieces on the spot and dissipated in the wind. He reluctantly flew away in the dark wind. Behind him, a strong wind blew, and a huge face vaguely appeared in the air. It opened its mouth and chased after him, flying sand and rocks, trying to swallow Ye Chuan's soul in one gulp!