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Ye Fan felt that he needed to think quietly alone, otherwise he wouldn't know where to start when he walked and watched like this.

If he hadn't known that the Ling family's father and son wouldn't lie to him, he would have felt that this was nonsense at all, how could there be such a "sword spectrum"?

Ling Qingfeng said: "Of course you can, then Bai Guang and I will go out first, Mr. Ye can rest assured that you can watch here, no one will come in the Hidden Sword Pavilion today."

"Thank you Ling for being old", Ye Fan knew that this was a great trust in him, after all, the Hidden Sword Pavilion was the most important place in Shu Mountain.

"Hehe, Mr. Ye is polite, Mr. Ye has a great kindness to my Ling family, not to mention that the sword art has been looking for an heir for thousands of years.

With Mr. Ye's strong talent, he may really be able to recreate this magical kendo mastery in the world," Ling Qingfeng said with a smile.

Ye Fan smiled bitterly, "I'm still confused, let's take a look first, I don't dare to say it, I am more talented than so many seniors, I am actually the type who spends time and cultivates hard, Elder Ling must not have too much hope."

"Mr. Ye doesn't have to be too humble, we won't bother much, so we'll go out first."

Ling Qingfeng and Ling Baiguang didn't say much, turned around and left the Hidden Sword Pavilion.

Wait until the secret room is quiet, calm down, and begin to look at the sword marks one by one.

As he watched, he groped in his heart for what kind of sword path he could carve these sword marks.

And what kind of laws and connections are there between these sword marks?

But at a cursory glance, there are thousands of sword marks, extending from below to a stone wall seven or eight meters high, just to read all these sword marks, Ye Fan spent most of the day.

Unconsciously, the sky was also dark, but fortunately, Ye Fan's eyes were in the dim, and he could see clearly, but he was not affected too much.

The moonlight, hitting the mirror in the middle, began to reflect the moonlight, and the surrounding stone walls became more and more hazy.

Ye Fan had stood for so long, and most of the sword marks had already been remembered in his mind, but he still didn't see anything.

So, Ye Fan simply lay down and looked up at the sword marks on the entire surrounding stone wall.

After observing it over and over again, Ye Fan suddenly found that there were a few sword marks, and when he looked at it lying down like this, it seemed to be a little different from when he was standing......

Ye Fan frowned, quickly turned over, and found a sword mark, standing, squatting, and lying down, after looking at it from different angles, he did find that this sword mark was more like it was drawn when he was lying down!

Because, the lower side of the sword mark is slightly more worn, indicating that the angle of the sword at that time was facing upward.

Under normal circumstances, the sword will not cause such a sword mark, after all, the height of the warrior is there, and it will not be a dwarf who makes the sword here......

The reason why there are such sword marks is because the sword of sendworth is not held in the hand of a person, but it attacks freely from various angles......

Ye Fan's mind suddenly stirred! Yes! When he looked at these sword marks, he couldn't look at them from a person's point of view, but from the perspective of a sword!

Because, in a sense, the traces left by the sword art are not "artificial", but "sword for"!

After thinking about this, Ye Fan began to re-examine every sword mark, imagining that if he was the flying sword that flew around and left these traces......

So, what is the trajectory of oneself, the way of exertion, and the change of frequency......

In order to better see these sword marks, Ye Fan jumped up and down, and from time to time he also climbed on the stone wall through some protruding stones.

Relying on his amazing physical strength, he constantly looked at these sword marks from all angles.

Ye Fan was like a sponge, frantically absorbing the information left by every sword mark in the secret room, how did the legendary ancient sword immortal do all this......

Unconsciously, Ye Fan didn't know how long it had been, he had already sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes, his mind was full of sword marks, and the origin of each one was much clearer than before.

"Even if he knows the flight trajectory of the sword, how does he make the sword so freely, the connection speed in the middle, and the way of flying, it seems that they are all different......

Ye Fan muttered to himself, thinking that he understood these sword marks, but he found that the more he looked at it, the more he didn't understand!

"Forget it, remember it anyway, let's go out first", Ye Fan saw that it was getting late, and his stomach was also hungry, so he walked outside the Hidden Sword Pavilion.

The moon hangs high, and the night breeze is gentle.

Outside the Sword Pavilion, there were four Shushan Gate people from the Body Refining Realm guarding the door.

"Mr. Ye is out", a leading doorman saluted respectfully.

Ye Fan nodded, "When did you come, didn't Elder Ling say that no one would come over today." ”

The doorman was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Mr. Ye may be too fascinated, you have been in it for two days and nights, and today is the night of the third day."

"What?!" Ye Fan was stunned, he hurriedly took out his mobile phone, the phone was almost out of battery, and there was no signal inside.

Sure enough, it's the third day!

Ye Fan couldn't cry or laugh, "Elder Ling, they are really, don't come and tell me."

"The Great Elder and the head of the sect have all come, so let's not disturb Mr. Ye", the doorman said with a smile.

Ye Fan nodded with a smile, patted the man's shoulder, and walked back to the guest room where he lived.

As soon as I came to the guest room, I saw Ling Yuwei standing at the door with a basket.

"Miss Ling?" Ye Fan wondered, "Are you waiting for me?"

"Nonsense, I'm not waiting for you, am I waiting for a ghost?" Ling Yuwei rolled her eyes.

Ye Fan said strangely: "How do you know that I will come back now."

Ling Yuwei gestured to the phone and said, "I told the senior brother who guarded the Hidden Sword Pavilion, you came out, talk to me on the phone."

Ye Fan felt a strange feeling in his heart, why did this woman care about him so much?

Looking at the basket that the woman was carrying, it seemed to be a lunch box, and she felt that the matter was very delicate, and said, "Miss Ling is afraid that I will be hungry?"

"You haven't eaten for three days, aren't you hungry?" Ling Yuwei asked rhetorically.

"Hungry", Ye Fan said truthfully, and said with an embarrassed smile: "It was okay just now, but now I smell the smell of rice, and I am immediately hungry." ”

Ling Yuwei seemed to be quite happy, "I just knew it, let's go in, the food is still hot, I just took it out of the kitchen."

Although Ye Fan felt warm in his heart, he also had to feel weird, at night, could it be that this woman had been waiting for him to come out? Otherwise, how could he prepare the meal so quickly and send it here?

"Why are you stunned? Come in," Ling Yuwei said.

Ye Fan let out an "oh", opened the door, walked in and was about to take the basket and thank the woman, but saw that Ling Yuwei had already walked into the house, and it seemed that she didn't plan to leave after sending it away.

(三七 Chinese.)