Ye Changsheng looked at the wooden box in front of him and couldn't help but secretly say a sin.

The Dharma was so addicted that he almost forgot what he was here for.

is not hypocritical, Ye Changsheng took the rosewood box with both hands and immediately opened the box.

In the wooden box, there are two scriptures that have been annotated by the master of Deadwood himself, and there is also a small wooden box.

The small wooden box opened, and a golden relic suddenly jumped into Ye Changsheng's eyes.

Ye Changsheng's heart couldn't help beating violently a few times, and sure enough, it was the golden relic of the Infinite Demon Venerable!

This is also the sixth golden relic that Ye Changsheng collected.

In the envious eyes of everyone, Ye Changsheng put the relics and Buddhist scriptures back into the red sandalwood box and put them away.

At dusk, the meeting officially ended.

Lu Zhizhao took his daughter, and originally wanted to go down the mountain with Ye Changsheng, firstly, to thank Ye Changsheng again for saving his daughter, and secondly, to make friends.

Princess Jiahe invited Ye Changsheng, and he naturally had no scruples.

Ye Changsheng, as the youngest sword-forging master of the Glory Federation, is true that in any principality, he is the object of warm hospitality from the royal family.

As for the grievances between him and the Gongsun family, it was a matter between him and the Gongsun family, and it had nothing to do with Ye Changsheng's identity as a sword forging master.

However, Lu Zhizhao was disappointed, Ye Changsheng did not go down the mountain with them, but was invited by the Deadwood Master to stay in Fengchun Temple.

Ye Changsheng stayed, in addition to talking to many eminent monks of the Deadwood Master, he also had to fight with Wuchen.

At night, in a valley in the mountain behind Fengchun Temple, two figures are as fast as lightning, sometimes entangled, sometimes abruptly separated.

The sword light of the Immortal Sword, the golden light of the Coiling Dragon Stick Vajra Bodhi, tore through the darkness again and again, and slammed into each other violently.

The more dustless he played, the more frightened he became.

With his half-step innate strength, he has passed five hundred moves, and he has not yet achieved a significant upper hand.

On the other hand, Ye Changsheng didn't even step into the Supreme Realm, but his strength was so strong.

What shocked Wuchen even more was Ye Changsheng's change and actual combat experience, as well as the extremely powerful sword momentum.

Isn't he a swordsmith, how can he have such a wealth of combat experience, isn't he forging swords on weekdays, but constantly looking for opponents to feed?

In fact, the same question was once in the heart of Wuzhen.

Of course, they wouldn't know that Ye Changsheng had a virtual combat space, and the sparring partners in the real martial arts space were all conjured up by the Infinite Demon Venerable according to the real opponent, and Ye Changsheng's tempering was naturally infinitely close to actual combat.

For dust-free strength, Ye Changsheng is also full of admiration.

Compared with the ferocity and violence of Wuchen, Wuchen's face is a little softer than his own appearance.

However, softness does not mean weakness, whether it is the combat realm or strength, Wuchen is not under the slightest suspicion.

The same coiling dragon stick is made of one hundred and eight vajra bodhi seeds, and Wuchen has lit up thirty-two bodhi, which is four more than Wuzhen.

It was getting dark, and the valley was in shambles.

Wuchen's movements finally slowed down, and he finally put away the coiling dragon stick.

Thirty Vajra Bodhi were extinguished in turn, Wuchen's face was pale, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly when he looked at Ye Changsheng opposite.

"I heard that you have fought with Senior Brother Wuzhen for three days and three nights, it seems that the little monk is still not as good as Senior Brother Wuzhen. Wuchen said with some frustration.

With his half-step innate strength, he couldn't even consume Ye Changsheng, how could Wuchen not feel frustrated.

Ye Changsheng was also tired enough, panting, collapsed and waved his hand.

Of course, he couldn't tell Wuchen that his spiritual sea space was eighteen zhang, which was nearly twice as large as any other powerhouse!

But even so, after fighting Wuchen all night, his energy was exhausted.

Of course, the gap between him and Wuchen is obvious, if Wuchen really moves to kill and shows all his cultivation, I am afraid that he will be defeated or even seriously injured.

After gasping twice, Ye Changsheng said hoarsely: "I fought with Wuzhen that day, both of them used long swords, and the loss was naturally not so big, objectively speaking, Wuchen, your strength is stronger than Wuxuan." ”

Wuchen's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Ye Changsheng nodded: "That's true, it's just that Wuxuan's momentum is stronger, he is good at taking advantage of the situation, and the battle realm is slightly above you." ”

Wuchen swept away the gloom in his heart, and said frankly: "It is true that Senior Brother Wuchen is jealous and hateful, and he already has the appearance of King Kong's angry eyes, which is really beyond the reach of the little monk. ”

Ye Changsheng smiled, looked at the sky and said: "Wuchen, I still have something to do, welcome you to Sanshui Town, and we will discuss again." ”

The opportunity to communicate is rare, but Ye Changsheng does not dare to communicate.

There are many things that he can't justify, such as his enduring combat effectiveness, his rich combat experience, and his sword momentum with ease.

If he says it badly, it will mislead Wuchen, and if he says too much, it will attract plain suspicion.

In that case, it's better not to say it.

A look of disappointment flashed in Wuchen's eyes, and he immediately said calmly: "Since this is the case, the little monk will have to bother in the future." ”

Not to mention that there is Ye Changsheng in Sanshui Town, but the ancient tomb, as well as those jade carvings that have a deep relationship with Buddhism, are worth a trip without dust.

The so-called gentleman's friendship was as light as water, the two exchanged a few words, and Ye Changsheng bowed his head to say goodbye.

Wuchen sat cross-legged in the valley, without distractions, deducing the whole battle in his mind.

This is also a pure person, and he still retains his innocence, which is really rare.

Ye Changsheng glanced back at Wuchen, and suddenly his impression of the Fayan Sect had changed subtly.

Back in the meditation room in the temple, Ye Changsheng took out the forbidden hourglass, arranged the enchantment, and sat cross-legged on the bed.

With a movement of his mind, his figure disappeared from the spot, and the next moment, he had already appeared in the "Jara Realm".

The prayer wheel of the six-character mantra circled silently, and in the mysterious and peaceful world, Ye Changsheng sat cross-legged in the posture of "snake dance", and in his mind, he also began to deduce the battle of the night.

The spiritual power and energy that had been lost before began to recover silently, and it was a little more condensed than before.

Eighteen hours in the Zara Realm, but only two hours in the outside world.

In the Jiluo Realm, Ye Changsheng slowly opened his eyes, and the essence of light flashed in his eyes.

Floating up, he moved his sore and numb body, sensed it for a moment, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

His spiritual sea space is too vast, and the loss is large, so it will naturally be slow to recover.

After a while, the spiritual power was only half recovered.

With a movement of his mind, Ye Changsheng left the Jie Luo Realm and reappeared on the bed.

He hesitated, after all, he didn't refine the golden relic, but took out a high-grade spirit stone with no attributes, held it in his hand, and refined it with his heart.

In the past, it took him a day and a night to refine a high-grade spirit stone, but now, it was less than an hour!

(End of chapter)