In the end, what made Ye Zhen cry and laugh was that the long-sought Dugu Nine Swords cheats were actually engraved on the back of the sword mound stele!

It's just that this sword mound stele is too close to the cliff wall, less than three feet between them, and Ye Zhen only went to look for it at a moment's notice, but he didn't expect to really find it.

But after looking at Dugu Jiujian, Ye Zhen found that it didn't help him as much as he imagined.

Except for corroborating with his own martial arts philosophy and correcting some wrong directions, it is useless at all.

Because this Dugu Nine Sword is not a fixed sword move, it is like a formula, teaching you to meet the enemy's attack, just put it into this formula, and then in a short time calculate the routine that the enemy will attack next, and then defeat the enemy with one move!

But Ye Zhen has already walked towards this path since the completion of the Jiuyang True Scripture, or the real martial arts master will eventually go to this road.

And Dugu seeks defeat to turn this path into a routine, so that people who have not reached the realm of grandmasters can also learn this routine.

It's just that... For those with low skills, it is indeed invincible to use this routine to attack people below the grandmaster, especially first-class masters, and the effect is magical! However, once I met the Martial Arts Grandmaster.

Once the other party has a killing intent, before you can react, you will be in a different place, let alone calculate the opponent's martial arts.

Even if you put it in, people who have really reached the realm of grandmasters will have a deep understanding of martial arts, and it is useless to do whatever you want.

"Well..."

Although this trip is far from what I expected, the harvest from the three months of going down the mountain is enough to digest for a long time in the future.

Ye Zhen was holding a nameless sword, and under the infusion of internal force, the sword body instantly resounded with a buzzing sound.

"Choke!"

A sword aura visible to the naked eye flashed away, and the sword mound stele in front of him, which was several zhang high and weighed dozens of tons, was cut off by Ye Zhen Qigen!

With a wave of his hand, the stele was accepted into the ring by Ye Zhen, and at this time, Ye Zhen's ring was already full, and there was no room for anything anymore.

But when Ye Zhen went down the mountain, after seeing the Bodhisattva snake, he still couldn't let go of it in his heart.

Ye Zhen smiled bitterly, "Okay, since you can't let it go, then don't go back to Wudang first, I want to see if this snake really doesn't grow big!" ”

......

Time flies, and Ye Zhen has been in the valley for five full years!

In the past five years, Ye Zhen has given up using the Bodhisattva Qu Snake Snake Gall to increase his strength, and he has no shirk to comprehend the Jiuyang True Sutra and Sword Intent.

At this time, Ye Zhen's Jiuyang True Scripture had reached the level of mellow Ruyi, and the swordsmanship moves had completely abandoned the form, or all the forms were fused together.

Out of the sword! As if it has become instinct, a sword stabbed out at will, that seemingly ordinary sword, but with a soul-stealing spirit, cutting off its vitality is only powerful!

Even if you haven't been stabbed yet! The mountains and rocks have been turned into powder, the plants and trees have withered, and people and animals have died!

But even so... was able to achieve that the internal force was condensed and not dispersed from the body, but Ye Zhen still failed to take the final half step.

It's not that Ye Zhen can't do it, but there is no follow-up that can directly reach the innate exercises, and he needs to rely on his own comprehension.

In fact, Ye Zhen is already very good, looking at the flying snow shooting white deer in the sky, and the smiling book god leaning on the blue duck, there are very few people who can reach this realm!

"It's time to go down..."

Ye Zhen, who was already twenty-one years old, touched his beard, used water as a mirror, and pointed to clipping, trimmed his waist-length hair, and then changed into clean clothes and went down the mountain.

It's just a half-step innate, mellow and restrained, and the introverted Ye Zhen originally looked ordinary, and at this time he looked even more of an ordinary person, but he had grown a lot taller, and he was already one meter seven or eight.

When he arrived at the bottom of the mountain, Ye Zhen did not stop at all, and went straight to the Central Plains.

Finally arrived in the Central Plains seven days later, and at the same time, Ye Zhen also got a news, that is, the six major factions were about to besiege Mingjiao in recent days!

Ye Zhen paused slightly, and then was relieved.

"When I met Xiao Zhiruo, I was already thirteen years old, and now five years later, it's almost the same."

Ye Zhen was thinking that now he was going back to Wudang directly, and when he saw the master, he should go to Guangming Ding first to join in the fun.

After all... I haven't seen him for so many years, and Ye Zhen also misses his master very much.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Ye Zhen's eyes flickered to a figure.

"It can't be such a coincidence, can it?"

Rao is Ye Zhen was calm, and he was a little surprised when he saw this figure.

Because this figure is nine points similar to Zhao Min who was kidnapped by Ye Zhen five years ago!

It's just that Zhao Min is more slim now than he was five years ago, and his strange big elf eyes still look so vigilant.

Suddenly, one half of the face was as beautiful as a fairy, and the other half of the face was strangely colored, and the skin was still badly rotten, and there was a straw mat behind him, on which lay an extremely sloppy man.

Immediately afterwards, a group of people appeared at the city gate again, still a group of women, led by a middle-aged beautiful woman dressed in black, holding a gorgeous long sword in her hand!

Outside the scabbard, the exposed hilt is a silver unicorn, and the eyes are inlaid with a blood-red gemstone, giving people a luxurious and bloodthirsty feeling out of thin air.

Ye Zhen smiled, and while sipping on the boiled peanuts, he whispered, "It's really lively..., Zhao Min, Zhang Wuji, Emei faction..."

Speaking of the Emei faction, Ye Zhen suddenly found a somewhat familiar person in the crowd.

A slender girl, with a white skirt swaying on the ground, light, elegant, clear, beautiful, spiritual, fairy, beautiful as a fairy.

Xiuruo Zhilan, elegant and refined. The bearing is Qinghua Fangfei, beautiful and vulgar, and there is a clear spirit in the Emei landscape between the demeanors, with the charm of light water mist.

Ye Zhen can say with certainty that whether it is reality or this world, this woman is the most beautiful and temperamental woman Ye Zhen has ever seen.

Ye Zhendu is already like this, not to mention other people, you don't see that there are a few guys in front of you who don't know how to stuff peanuts into their nostrils, and even more stunned, as if someone has clicked on the acupoint, saliva is flowing out.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Ye Zhen turned his head suddenly, because in the waist of a girl who looked like a fairy, in the white sand, Ye Zhen saw a bamboo flute that had turned yellow, to be exact, it was the two simplified Chinese characters "Ye Zhen" engraved on the bamboo flute!

Surprised in his heart, then frowning slightly, Ye Zhen sighed, "Sure enough... The gears of fate are really not something that ordinary people can change, Zhiruo joined the Emei faction, and lived in the same inn as Zhang Wuji in this small city."

Ye Zhen sighed, and sat at the tea stall outside the inn for an afternoon until nightfall.

A group of young girls rushed out of the inn and rushed in a certain direction.

Suddenly! A figure carrying a long sword, wearing plain clothes and black robes, and wearing a black veil to cover his face and hat, blocked the way of the group of Emei disciples.

"Choke!"

The disciples of Emei drew their swords one after another, and Zhou Zhiruo's voice from the ghost of the empty valley shouted, "Who is coming!" Why are you blocking my Emei sect disciples! ”

It was naturally Ye Zhen who stood in the way of the Emei disciples, and Ye Zhen's purpose was still to prevent Zhou Zhiruo and Zhang Wuji from meeting, or sparks.

I used to just like the simple little Zhou Zhiruo, and I didn't want her to be forced to blacken by Zhang Wuji, an eggless thing, and Shitai, an old woman who is menopausal every day, so now... Ye Zhen directly didn't want the two to meet.

An invisible momentum instantly covered the audience, and all the Emei disciples felt as if a mountain had been pressed on their bodies, and they couldn't take a step, and it was very difficult to even speak.

"Buzz!"

With a sword roar, the long sword in the hands of the Emei disciples suddenly seemed to be pulled by something, and it flew away in an instant.

Then, in the shocked eyes of everyone, Ye Zhen rotated around Ye Zhen, who was standing with his negative hand.

Suddenly! More than a dozen long swords crossed in front of Ye Zhen, and the tip of the sword was aimed at the Emei disciple in front of him!

A fear of being stared at by death filled everyone's minds, Zhou Zhiruo's smart eyes were full of eagerness, and while using all his strength to resist the momentum emanating from Ye Zhen, he shouted coquettishly, "Seniors, be merciful!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the long sword turned into more than a dozen silver lights! With lightning speed, he shot towards a group of Emei disciples!