In the backyard of the attic that had been renovated and expanded by Yeyang, the appearance of Yeyang made the three people sitting cross-legged open their eyes and stand up, and then they bent down slightly, bowed and said:

"Foolish, I've seen sir. ”

Already accustomed to the way they greeted each other, Yeyang didn't ask them to change anymore, just nodded lightly, and then Yeyang directly asked them how they were cultivating and if there were any problems.

After a few regular inquiries almost every month, and having settled the matter, Nightsun returned to his room in the attic.

After the barrier was erected, no one knew why Yeyang hid in the attic all day, but what made them all more concerned was that every time they saw Yeyang living quietly from the attic for more than ten days, and when he came out again, his breath was like a different person, which was not strange.

But no matter how strange they were, none of them dared to ask him, even Zuo Qiuyan, who was the most beloved by Yeyang in their eyes, only pretended not to feel the strangeness of that breath.

In fact, Yeyang, who entered the attic, didn't do anything, just sat cross-legged as usual, closing his eyes and practicing.

It's just that compared with the previous meditation exercise "Never Night Sky", at this moment, Yeyang is running more of the ancient arts, and in his memory, with the Wanchaotian and Wanqian-style earth spirit qi exercises, Yeyang has the wonderful feeling of nourishing the soul.

And this wonderful feeling did not mean that Yeyang had already realized anything about the Ancient Arts, but that he was finally able to concentrate on cultivation shortly after that Bai Yue left, and he had no intention of waking up on the second day to find that his divine soul had changed slightly.

Since then, Yeyang has spent nearly ten days trying almost every exercise he has learned, and finally found the feeling he should have from the Ten Thousand Ancient Techniques, which he considered to be one of the most impossible exercises.

Such a major discovery made Yeyang happy and at the same time made him feel remorseful, although he practiced this exercise, but at the beginning, it was just to make do with the acquired Five Elements Spirit Body, so he didn't pay attention to the Ten Thousand Ancient Techniques at all, and naturally missed a lot of time to strengthen the divine soul.

Remorse and remorse, now that he has time, he will still retreat for more than ten days to practice, and after the strengthening speed of the divine soul slows down, he will rest for a few more days.

This repetition, although it is not said that it makes the soul stronger so quickly, it is better than nothing.

It's just that what Yeyang didn't know was that it was not just the effect of the Ten Thousand Ancient Techniques that made his Divine Soul stronger, but the soul of grievances that was locked in Yan Du's body was gradually crushed and transformed by the mysterious technique of Ten Thousand Ancient Arts, and finally became the nourishment for the growth of Yeyang's Divine Soul.

And he should be glad that Yeyang doesn't know the truth about his own soul becoming stronger, otherwise a person with an uncertain temperament like him, after receiving such a cruel blow (soul eating), he may not go to any extreme.

The days passed little by little, and the soul of grievances locked in Yeyang's body was almost exhausted like a consumable, and what Yan Du was worried about would never appear, but in Yeyang's body, there was a strange text with a distant aura.

Although it flickered from time to time, how could the night sun, who often looked at himself, not find such a conspicuous abnormality!

When he stared at the place where the strange words had flashed, the more he looked away, the words seemed to have their own consciousness and temper, and they had been hiding from the night sun and never appeared.

As soon as he slackened slightly, the words appeared again, and even seemed to release the number of flickering frequencies that had been held back for a long time.

It is a thing that appears in one's body, but as the owner of the body, he has no way of knowing what that thing is, why it exists, and whether it is harmful to oneself, and this feeling is like a mortal being sick.

Yeyang, who didn't know what to do all day, suddenly had a feeling of illness, and asked for help from Tianshuang but was ignored, and he wanted to ask about the fetal light but was afraid of being set by him, so he had to give up.

Yu fumbled by himself in depression, and also went out from time to time to guide the martial arts cultivation of Zuo Qiu Yan and others, although his combat experience may not even be as good as the three Zeng Ai who were hunted down and killed all the year round, but the victory is that the eyesight is so good, and some movements can only be seen at a glance.

After more than three years, the monks in the camp ushered in a new group of people, and naturally, those monks who had finally given Yeyang a sense of intimacy went back...

This situation also led to the fact that although Yeyang and the others lived next to the camp, except for some of them who wanted to be courteous and Yeyang happened to know the current battle situation in front of them before they communicated, the rest of the time, they had no contact with the people in the camp at all.

On this day, after studying for more than three years, he only found that the appearance of the words was not harmful to him, but it may not have any benefit, and Yeyang flashed from the attic and appeared in the cultivation courtyard.

Seeing that Zeng Ai and Gu Yun, who were already able to integrate the Seven Styles of Flowing Clouds, were about to stop and salute themselves, they just shook their heads and interrupted, signaling them to continue.

Looking at Liao Yiyu, who was already able to learn all the thunder knives he had taught, he also showed that gratifying smile, but when he was looking at Zuoqiu Yan, there was a slight flash of light.

Even the hairs on his body stood up, and at the same time, he drew his sword to block and also used the Eagle Sky Strike, but he restrained his attack.

The sword slapped on Zuo Qiu Yan's sword-wielding right arm, which was already flashing at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye, although it was a little painful, but Zuo Qiu Yan didn't seem to want to stop there, and directly exploded into a cloud of mist and dispersed.

It took less than two breaths for the diffused mist to fill the cultivation field with a two-acre area, and Yeyang also stabilized directly, just standing on the ground, letting Zeng Ai and the three of them retreat to the top of the attic without being affected.

In fact, without waiting for Yeyang to explain, Zeng Ai and Gu Yun, who had seen Yeyang and Zuo Qiuyan fighting, were ready to withdraw from this battlefield at any time.

The skillful action of retreating from the battlefield that even Yeyang found a little funny could already show what they had experienced in the past eight years that made them feel so "afraid", and even dodging and fleeing were almost instinctive reactions.

"Sir, you should pay attention to it, those cultivation rooms and this cultivation ground have been built and arranged by you with a lot of spirit stones, if you break them again..."

Although he was huge, Gu Yun, who was equipped with the right clothes and put on makeup, was already dignified, but the words he didn't say in a low voice at the moment made Yeyang, who was in the cultivation ground, couldn't help but wave a gust of wind to knock him down.