After leaving the Sutra Pavilion and returning to Ziyun Peak, Ye Chuan began to practice in seclusion.
In half a month, he will leave for the Fengyun Arena a hundred miles away to participate in the competition between the three sects of disciples, and he also needs to make some preparations.
After brushing off the dust, the two words 'Cun Mang' on the cover appeared clearly in front of his eyes. Ye Chuan lightly touched these two words with his fingertips.
Back then, the scene where the Ghost Hand Medicine King came to see me and asked for my advice is still vivid in my mind.
This Cunmang was the innate magical power of the Ghost Hand Medicine King, and it took Ye Chuan a lot of effort. It was under his guidance that the King of Ghost Hands Medicine sublimated this natural talent and cultivated it to the extreme to become a generation of masters, known as the Great Sage of Ghost Hands.
The cunning rabbit has three caves, and the ghost hand medicine king is even more sophisticated. He is cautious down to every detail. The Cun Mang technique recorded in the booklet has an unknown secret, and he strictly abides by the three-three rule. Most of the content is useless, cumbersome or even misleading. Every third page, every page is separated by three lines, and each line is separated by three words. The real skills are hidden according to the three-three rule.
Ye Chuan knew the secret of the Ghost Hand Medicine King, but it took him a full hour to sort out the real Cun Mang technique. He read it carefully, memorized it word for word, and then burned the booklet. Sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding a blade in his right hand, his arm did not move, he just moved a few fingers, and the thin blade rotated between his thumb, index finger and middle finger.
At the beginning, the blade turned very slowly and was a bit stiff. Slowly, the rotation became smoother, and the arm did not move, not even the wrist. With just a few fingers, the thin blade can be turned very fast and perform different actions such as cutting, slicing, pulling, cutting, etc.
Inch of light, within a short distance, the sharp edge is revealed!
The key to Cun Mang's technique is to explode violently, striving to unleash the most violent attack in the shortest time. Holding the blade in your hand, you can instantly slit the enemy's main artery or throat and other vital points, killing you with one blow.
Ye Chuan sat on the ground and practiced quietly. Slowly, the number of blades in his right hand increased to two, three, and finally to the limit of four. Then, both hands moved, four on each side, and one in the mouth. The tip of the tongue stretched and retracted, and the light of the knife flashed. The body was motionless and even the eyes were closed, but nine blades were rotating at high speed on his body, and a cold murderous aura was rippling in the air.
A fly couldn't stand the growing murderous aura in the air, so it suddenly rushed out from the corner and flew towards the window, just passing by Ye Chuan.
Ye Chuan still had his eyes closed, but his ears moved. A blade suddenly flew out from his finger, grazing the fly's abdomen.
The fly was frightened, spread its wings and flew towards the window quickly.
Another blade flew out of Ye Chuan's hand, this time, spinning and cutting off half of the fly's left wing.
The fly rolled down on the desk, then flew up again with a buzzing sound, and quickly reached the edge of the window sill.
call out! Just when the fly was about to rush out of the room, Ye Chuan suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a blade, and another blade flew out. This time, it landed on the fly and cut it into two pieces!
"Unfortunately, the heat is still a bit off and the strength cannot be controlled well."
Looking at the dead fly on the window sill, Ye Chuan shook his head, put away all nine blades, picked up the crystal bottle on the desk and looked at it. It had been two full days, but the fly trapped inside was still alive and struggling in the juice. Ye Chuan was also a little surprised by the tenacious vitality and adaptability of this wild alien fly.
Ye Chuan raised his head and looked out the window. It had gotten dark without knowing when, and the moonlight was hazy. In the cold wind, there was a faint smell, and the flies that had been hiding during the day flew out at night and swooped on the herbs to suck the juice.
Ye Chuan shook the bottle and opened the lid.
The fly trapped in the crystal bottle buzzed and flew out quickly. Unlike other flies, it did not stay on the herbs along the way and flew straight to the back mountain of Yunwu Sect.
Ye Chuan followed, following the fly from a distance.
The juice dripping in the crystal bottle may seem inconspicuous, but in fact it has a lot of potential. It can make people feel dizzy quickly, and this fly is no exception. Under the command of Ye Chuan's thoughts, he ignored the need to suck the juice of the herb and returned to its lair.
The appearance of these wild alien flies was so weird that Ye Chuan was ready to get to the bottom of it.
Yunwu Sect is guarded by ancient restrictions, and monsters dare not approach, but when they reach the back mountains that stretch thousands of miles, it is different. There are crises everywhere, the beasts in the mountains roar, and shrill howls are heard from time to time.
Ye Chuan stayed calm and followed the fly all the way. But an hour later, when he came to the place where the flies disappeared and saw the surrounding terrain clearly, he couldn't help but change his color slightly.
What appeared in front of us was an unfathomable abyss.
Looking under the hazy moonlight, the mist is steaming under the abyss. The mist is red, like scarlet blood. Standing above the abyss and looking down, I couldn't help but feel my heart beating with fear. In the air, Yang Qi is abundant, but there is an unsettling aura, and there is an obscure power fluctuation, which is the remaining ancient restriction.
Nielongyuan!
Ye Chuan followed the fly and came to the dangerous area of Yunwu Mountain.
This abyss existed millions of years ago before the Ghost Hand Medicine King built the Yunwu Sect here. It is said that an ancient evil dragon was once imprisoned under the abyss, with surging Yang energy. Later, it became the place where the Yunwu Sect exiled traitors and punished disciples who committed capital crimes. Over time, countless bones have accumulated, making it a dangerous place.
Before breaking into the God Burial Valley, Ye Chuan had visited the Yunwu Sect once and had a look at the abyss. Although Nielongyuan had become a dangerous place at that time, it was not as dangerous as it is today. After standing on the edge of the cliff for a while, even Ye Chuan felt frightened, wondering what kind of changes had occurred below over millions of years.
"There is enough yang energy here, which is beneficial to monks who practice pure yang techniques, but the blood mist below Nilongyuan is poisonous. Don't stand on the edge of the cliff for too long." A slightly hoarse voice suddenly came.
Ye Chuan turned around and realized that a middle-aged man had appeared behind him. He was wearing a scarf and a blue robe. The power in his body fluctuated calmly, just like an elegant scholar. But he walked silently, and his cultivation was unfathomable. Although Ye Chuan has just started to practice again, his experience is still there, and he can't see the depth of the other party, "Who are you?"
"who I am?"
The man in green robe smiled mockingly to himself, with a bitter look on his face, and said softly: "Call me Seventh Elder."
Before Ye Chuan could ask any more questions, the man in green robe suddenly turned and left. His pace seemed unpleasant, but he disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Seventh Elder?"
Ye Chuan frowned. There were only five elders in the Yunwu Sect. Where did the seven elders come from
There was a sudden rustling sound, the blood mist below the cliff suddenly rolled, and a fishy wind blew in the face.