And compared to those that have been passed down from generation to generation on Liyun Island, the Chaos Sutra is much worse, and those casual moves are still secondary, in fact, when he was immersed in them before, Ye Zhuo didn't remember those specific moves, and his thoughts were even more vague at the moment, and he was even a little trance-like, but Ye Zhuo himself knew best what he had learned from it.

It's not those moves, it's not those swordsmanship, it's not all kinds of weapons that you pick up casually, it's a kind of momentum, an artistic conception, a kind of mystical and mysterious things that can only be understood and unspeakable.

Ye Zhuo, who was sitting in the tree hole, didn't know that he had attracted the attention of many people in the Xiangli clan, but he knew that as long as no one came to disturb him, he wouldn't just stop, the black stone carving brilliance in his hand was gone, and the starry sky in the illusion also regained its calm, just like at the beginning, only the stars in the sky flickered non-stop, but Ye Zhuo was still there, as if he was still calm.

I don't know how long it took, Ye Zhuo's eyes in the tree hole finally gathered the focus, looked at the black stone carving in his hand, and then let out a long sigh: "There is such a mystery, it's still underestimated." ”

Coming from the depths of the vast West Sea, Daxizhou Liyun Island, it is said to be more remote than the Southern Wilderness, before entering the Chi Tianzong, he has always used his strong body to break through, Ye Zhuo has naturally never been like others, he feels that the natives of the Southern Wilderness who like to use brute force are what kind of savages, and later after fighting with Xiangli Wu, he clearly knows that the Xiangli clan is very different from the rumors of the monks, and it is by no means the vulgar and arrogant ghost martial savage in their mouths, but they have just taken another cultivation path that is somewhat similar to the body refining monks, and later saw Xiangli Xi and others come forward, Gongqing and the rest of the people retreated directly, and Ye Zhuo also felt more and more the extraordinaryness of the Xiangli clan。

Ye Zhuo had already figured it out, and it might be true that calling the natives of the Southern Wilderness wild people in the Southern Heavenly Domain really thought so, but even if the many monks in the Southern Wilderness disdainful of the Xiangli clan and called them savages, in fact, they didn't know what to think in their hearts, and it was impossible for many people to envy them. It is not surprising that there is a subtlety in the skills that can make the Xiangli clan value and even be regarded as the skill of the Zhen clan, but after some personal experience, Ye Zhuo found that he still underestimated the Xiangli clan and the martial arts they cultivated.

Xiang Liwu said that the Chaos Sutra is their town clan martial arts, there is nothing wrong with it, and in the trance before, he saw the figure of thousands of starlight condensed, showing many means, using guns and sticks, flying eaves and walls, flashing and moving, and fighting empty-handed, although it looks like it is all casual and casual, and there is nothing peculiar, but it is not the same thing in the eyes of Ye Zhuo, an expert in hand-to-hand combat, if it were not for the other mysteries, it would not have immersed Ye Zhuo in it for a long time, and even forgot about the things around him.

In the haze, Ye Zhuo didn't know how many times he was amazed in his heart, whether it was the fist and leg technique, or the body method and footwork, or the eighteen kinds of blades, any one of them could be called a wonderful skill to enter the room, if he could cultivate to the realm of the figure in the illusion, relying on the strength of the flesh and blood alone, it was enough to fight with the monk's magic power without falling behind.

Originally, it was good to fight with people in close quarters, and there were many spells that were cultivated, and many of them were similar ways, Ye Zhuo liked the things seen in the Chaos Sutra very much, a leg lift, a light longitudinal, may make Ye Zhuo have a feeling that it was like this, it turned out that it could be like this, as if the layers of window paper that wanted to break through but did not know the essentials were cut open, Ye Zhuo's heart was overjoyed, and Ye Zhuo, who was quiet in it, completely forgot about the things outside his body, until the figure disappeared dimly, and his eyes turned into this starry sky again, and finally came back to his senses, and Ye Zhuo only sighed after returning to his senses。

A black stone carving, an illusion realm, is so all-encompassing, no matter what kind of martial arts you want to practice, it seems that you can get benefits from it, even if that illusion has not been shown.

Such a mysterious thing, it is no wonder that Ye Zhuo reacted like this, there has never been such a martial arts inheritance on Liyun Island in his own family, and it has been passed down by word of mouth from generation to generation, if there is also such a guide, the strength of all the clansmen will definitely go to a higher level Undoubtedly, but it seems that there is not much need, if you live in Liyun Island, you will not need much higher strength at all.

A few years flashed in his mind, Ye Zhuo had already thrown the black stone carving into the storage bag and jumped up, remembering Xiang Liwu's explanation, he didn't go out to attract attention, Ye Zhuo just punched and kicked in the hole in the tree nearby, flashing and moving.

There are no moves, no routines, it's more like when a naughty boy was a beginner, he remembered where to be, don't say anything about the world's martial arts, that is, compared with Ye Zhuo himself in the past, the moves alone are also a lot worse, but Ye Zhuo seems to be very satisfied, and after being tired of this for a long time, he stopped his hand, and his face was still a little unfinished, as if he had benefited a lot.

After standing in place and thinking about it again, Ye Zhuo moved again, it was a little different from a moment ago, his fists were gusting, and his legs were shadowing, it seemed to be a little faster, but it was still as simple as he had learned for the first time, and Ye Zhuo was still having a good time, this time it was longer.

I don't know what kind of illusion I see in other people's blood dripping, but Ye Zhuo guessed that even if it is similar to what he saw, everyone's feelings and comprehensions may be different, and it is not surprising that they are very different.

This is what Ye Zhuo admires the most, and it should all be different. The Chaos Sutra is not like the dogma of those jade spells that he got when he was in Chi Tianzong before, but allows his personal mind to play, each person's personal personality is different, and the experience is different, and even if a person is twice before and after, the things that he comprehends from it will be different.

This is what martial arts cultivation should look like, Ye Zhuo has been here since he was a child on Liyun Island, the same boxing and knife techniques, in addition to the most basic grid, block, split, teasing, etc., are actually more people according to their own habits and hobbies to ponder and summarize the most suitable way to use, through actual combat and then continue to improve and improve, only in this way, can everyone's advantages be played the most thoroughly, the same is true of the Chaos Sutra, maybe the things that each person understands are different, but it is definitely extremely suitable for themselves.

And compared to those that have been passed down from generation to generation on Liyun Island, the Chaos Sutra is much worse, and those casual moves are still secondary, in fact, when he was immersed in them before, Ye Zhuo didn't remember those specific moves, and his thoughts were even more vague at the moment, and he was even a little trance-like, but Ye Zhuo himself knew best what he had learned from it. It's not those moves, it's not those swordsmanship, it's not all kinds of weapons that you pick up casually, it's a kind of momentum, an artistic conception, a kind of mystical and mysterious things that can only be understood and unspeakable.

It is precisely because of this that although Ye Zhuo agrees with Xiangliwu's statement that the Randou Sutra is the martial art of their Xiangli clan's Zhenzong, he feels that it is still a little insufficient. In Ye Zhuo's view, the Chaos Sutra is not so much a trick as a general outline, an introduction, pointing out a cultivation direction, a cultivation realm, not only martial arts, but even many other things, although he has not personally experimented, but Ye Zhuo has faintly felt that if he can figure out that momentum and artistic conception more clearly, it will be beneficial to many of his spells, and even the mental method of Xuanhuang Spiritual Sutra.

Everything is still speculation, and you have to wait for the future to try it to prove whether it is right or wrong, but this is not an overnight thing, the matter of the spell mind is put in the back first, and it is not possible to just comprehend and figure it out in a few clicks, if it were not so, it would not make Ye Zhuo so happy, and let the Xiangli clan be regarded as a thing of the town clan.

Ye Zhuo, who stopped again, shook his head and muttered again: "It's not enough to think on your own, you still have to fight to succeed, but before that, it should be better to think about it for a while, it seems that there are many things that are still a little trance." ”

As he spoke, Ye Zhuo sat down again, picked up the black stone sculpture again, and dropped a drop of fingertip blood into it.

did not give birth to the illusion again as he wished, and the blood droplets could no longer infiltrate the black stone sculpture in his hand as they did last time, but directly corroded the black stone sculpture like acid water, Ye Zhuo didn't have time to react, and saw the rough and simple figure on the black stone carving in his hand dissolve and disappear, and then the stone sculpture also cracked.

"It's stingy. Although I don't know how the others are, I can guess that the Xiangli clan will definitely not have only one chance, it must be for myself as an outsider, looking at the handful of black and gray crumbs in his hand, Ye Zhuo pursed his lips and muttered secretly.

However, he muttered in his mouth, and there was a little regret in his heart, but Ye Zhuo didn't really have any dissatisfaction, this is not Liyun Island or Chi Tianzong, but the Southern Wilderness Xiangli clan, Xiangli Wu has already said before, outsiders have a rare opportunity to get a glimpse of the Chaos Sutra, and now let yourself immerse yourself in it and feel and comprehend, it is already a great exception, especially after realizing the extraordinaryness of the Chaos Sutra, such a skill will not be easily shown to others anywhere, people should not be greedy.

"Why hasn't that kid come back yet? Ye Zhuo, who put away his thoughts, raised his eyes to look at the outside of the tree hole, he had just been immersed in the chaos and didn't pay attention to the time, and then he looked at the sky and found that it had darkened outside, and it had been a few hours.

Muttering a few words in his heart, Ye Zhuo was thinking about whether to continue to ponder here or go out to walk around, when a crisp voice sounded: "Brother Xiaowu, you have realized something new again? ”

"Brother Wu, what do you think I brought you?"

"Yours is not as good as mine, little brother Wu, look at this bamboo shoot I dug up. ”

"Brother Wu, huh?"

……

Before the words fell, several figures had already rushed in, but when they saw that it was not their little vulture brother in the tree hole, but a stranger, they were all stunned for a moment, and then one of them raised their heads and asked Ye Zhuo: "Who are you? Why are you here with little vulture brother? Are you a friend of little vulture brother?"