"Junior Brother Tiandu, have you broken through the bottleneck?" Ye Chuan looked Nan Tiandu up and down.
"No, I'm still a third-level monk."
Nan Tiandu replied, standing still gave people the threatening aura of swords coming towards his face. He was also taciturn and cold towards everyone.
"At what level have you reached the level of practicing the Nine Heaven-shaking Swords? Have you condensed the spiritual power of the flying sword?" Ye Chuan asked again.
Nan Tian was stunned, and followed closely, subconsciously pressing the hilt of the sword with his right hand, watching Ye Chuan getting ready to attack. The whole person was like a sharp sword, pointing at Ye Chuan's eyebrows.
The Nine Heaven-shaking Swords are ancient supernatural powers that he acquired unintentionally. After successful cultivation, he can condense his spiritual power into a flying sword. With a single thought, he can unleash thousands of swords with overwhelming power. Except for Master Nangong Ren, the second elder, no one in the sect knew his secret for many years. How did Ye Chuan know
"Don't be nervous. The power of the Nine Heaven-shaking Swords is pretty good, but I'm not interested in this kind of technique. I just happen to know a thing or two about it."
Ye Chuan's tone was calm, and he didn't feel any discomfort when facing Nan Tiandu's pressure. He paused and then said: "The road of cultivation is the road against heaven. Unfortunately, many people don't know that in fact, the speed of cultivation is not important. What is really important is It is the foundation. Only by training your body and soul well, and cultivating every realm to the extreme, can you go further and climb higher. Only by condensing the spiritual power of the flying sword can you truly master the essence of the Nine Heaven-shaking Swords, Tiandu, keep it up."
After giving some advice intentionally or unintentionally, Ye Chuan walked away.
The second elder Nangong Ren and Nan Tian were both called masters and disciples, but in fact, the second elder did not teach anything, and Nan Tian spent most of his time practicing and enlightening alone. Even the second elder didn't know many details of the Nine Heaven-Shaking Swords. Nan Tian, who was as calm as water, couldn't help but be shocked when Ye Chuan suddenly mentioned the spiritual power of the flying swords.
Seeing Ye Chuan walking further and further away, Nan Tian realized what he was doing and hurriedly caught up with him, "Senior Brother, the competition starts tomorrow. When should we set off?"
"As soon as the fat man comes back, he will leave immediately. Tiandu, go to the underground ghost market to pick up the fat man and tell him not to delay."
Ye Chuan didn't look back and walked further and further away.
Behind him, Nan Tiandu bowed to accept the order and flew towards the underground ghost market. Originally, he followed Ye Chuan because of the order of the second elder Nangong Ren. He didn't say it, but he couldn't help but look down on Ye Chuan in his heart. Now, my heart suddenly stopped, and I realized that Ye Chuan was far from being as simple as he appeared on the surface.
He even knows his own magical power, the Heaven-shaking Nine Swords, and he understands it so deeply. Can this be seen by reading a book
Nan Tian couldn't see through this senior brother Ye Chuan more and more, and gradually began to respect him sincerely.
Back at Ziyun Peak, Ye Chuan sat down cross-legged in the study, waiting for the time to set off.
At the same time, in the dimly lit underground ghost market, Fatty Zhao Dazhi was sitting miserably on the cold floor. Every person who walked by looked up eagerly, and then lowered his head in disappointment. The stalls in front of other people were all dazzling, and at worst there were several items. But the stalls in front of Fatty were empty, with just a piece of paper pressed against a stone.
He was about to go out to participate in the big competition, but Fatty was still working hard to make money and didn't dare to miss any opportunity.
In the past, he had no worries about food and clothing, but now it was different. His family was in decline and his father was seriously ill, so he really needed money. Not only must we support ourselves and buy the necessities for cultivation, but we must also find ways to support our entire family.
The piece of paper pressed by the stone was written by Ye Chuan casually. Fatty couldn't understand what that was, but Ye Chuan said it was valuable, so he tried his best to come to the underground ghost market and give it a try. I have no skills, I don't know how to grow herbs or make elixirs, so all my hopes are on this piece of paper.
There were rustling footsteps and someone was walking over.
The tired and hungry fat man quickly raised his head and looked eagerly through Qiu Shui with a longing look on his face. The person who came was a thick-set middle-aged man, wearing a pair of heavy armor. He looked like a casual cultivator. He was arrogant and arrogant. He walked past the fat man with his head held high like a crab. He turned back when the fat man lowered his head in disappointment. Come back, "Hey, what is this?"
The fat man suddenly raised his head with excitement on his face. After waiting for so long, someone finally asked. He quickly stood up with the note, carefully opened a corner of the note, and said with a smile: "Sir, this is a treasure, a treasure that is hard to find. Look at this. yes… "
The fat man was glib, but he couldn't tell what the note was, so he could only be vague, hoping to meet someone who was stupid and rich. Unfortunately, the casual cultivator in front of me is obviously not one.
The middle-aged man glanced at the note in the fat man's hand and gave him a look of disdain, "Boy, are you from the Yunwu Sect?"
"Yes." The fat man replied, a little confused. He didn't know why the middle-aged man suddenly said that.
Although the underground ghost market has always sold a wide variety of items, it was the first time that they were sold on a piece of paper, and most people scorned it. Seeing that someone actually came up to talk to Fatty Zhao Dazhi, many people gathered around to watch the fun. Hu Bapi, who always only focused on making money and didn't care if he was freezing to death on the road, couldn't help but come over to watch the fun.
"Let me see, what is this? A child's graffiti? Hahaha..."
The middle-aged man snatched the note from the fat man's hand, opened it all and read it, then threw it on the ground and laughed, "It's a joke, you can use something like this to deceive people, and you say it's something that's hard to find." Baby, this is so ridiculous. I never expected that the mighty Yunwu Sect would have such a liar, a liar with no level at all. It seems that the Yunwu Sect is really on its last legs... "
The middle-aged man walked away, and his voice came from afar. The onlookers burst into laughter, and the fat man looked embarrassed. A penny stumps a heroic man. The fat man who used to spend so much money is now really ashamed of himself.
"Elder brother, I have been really hurt by you!"
The fat man was about to cry, but he knelt down to pick up the note that fell on the ground.
When handing this note to him, Ye Chuan took it seriously. Although Fatty couldn't understand it, he had no choice but to believe it and came to the underground ghost market with the dream of making a fortune. Little did he know that it was just a whim and he was tricked by Ye Chuan!
The senior brother must have seen me feeling sad and just wanted to comfort him. Yes, that must be the case!
The fat man comforted himself and thought of the only explanation.
A pair of heavy deerskin boots suddenly appeared in front of the fat man, and the note he was about to pick up suddenly disappeared and was caught in someone's hand.
The fat man looked up, and there was an extremely burly figure in front of him. He was nearly three meters tall, and his arm alone was twice as thick as an ordinary person's thigh. Standing in front of him, he was as imposing as a mountain. His whole body was shrouded in a black robe. Only a pair of dark red eyes were exposed. With a big bamboo hat on his head, he squatted and looked up from below. He could vaguely see two humps on his head, which seemed to have a pair of horns.
Horned Demon
The fat man trembled all over, and the fat on his body trembled.
In the wild world, cultivators are usually divided into two schools: martial arts and soul cultivation. One specializes in cultivating the body, while the other focuses on cultivating the soul. However, in many remote places, there are also secret rumors of another school of magic cultivators outside the mainstream, which specializes in seizing the blood and racial talents of monster beasts. They do not hesitate to transplant parts of monster beasts' bodies into their own bodies, and even use secret techniques and The monsters and beasts merged into one, turning into monsters that were neither human nor beasts. Their cultivation progressed rapidly, and each one became more ferocious than the last. According to different shapes, they are divided into many categories. Those with horns on their heads are called horned devils.
No matter where they are, magic cultivators are almost always ostracized and are not tolerated by various sects. Although the terrain of the Yunwu Mountains is complex, due to the existence of the Yunwu Sect, no demonic cultivator has dared to appear here since ancient times. Suddenly he encountered a demon cultivator, a ferocious horned demon man, and the fat man was immediately frightened!