Seeing Ye Futian and Yu Sheng walking forward, Ruoyu glared at Ruoqiu and said, "Sister, can't you speak so badly?"

"Didn't you see him admit it himself? Ruoqiu said lightly.

"If it rains, this kind of person has little contact. Yan Lu also spoke, Ruoyu looked at her senior brother, although she disagreed in her heart, she didn't say anything, and looked ahead.

I saw Ye Futian and Yu Sheng walking towards a boulder, where a young man with an extraordinary temperament stood there quietly, and saw Ye Futian and Yu Sheng walking up to the mouth and said, "Despised by others?"

"Schadenfreude?" Ye Futian looked at the young man in front of him and said a little depressed.

Ye Wuchen glanced at Ruoqiu not far away, and then looked at the depressed Ye Futian, and couldn't help but show a smile, what a beautiful scene this guy is in the Cangye Country and the Nandou Country, Lin Yueyao wanted to be close to him and was directly ignored, but he didn't expect to be despised by women for a day.

"What about Ye Xiao?" Ye Futian asked.

"They went their separate ways very early on. Ye Wuchen said: "Ye Xiao is practicing in Cangye Academy, if he wants to inherit the throne in the future, the support of Cangye Academy can also have some effect." ”

Ye Futian nodded, naturally understanding what Ye Wuchen meant, now these Cangye Academy disciples who have entered the Desolate Ancient Realm will be the leaders of Cangye Academy in the future.

"How is the comprehension?" Ye Futian asked again.

Ye Wuchen looked at the stone wall, frowned, and said, "I can only feel some sword intent, but I can't get a glimpse of the doorway, maybe the heat is not enough, and it will take some time." ”

Ye Futian walked to him, squatted down, Ye Wuchen looked down at him, and then he saw Ye Futian carving something on the stone with aura, it seemed to be a word, and it was also the first word of the poem, thousand.

However, under Ye Futian's portrayal, this character actually changed slowly, as if it was moving, faintly turning into the form of a sword, Ye Wuchen's eyes flashed when he saw this scene, staring at the stone wall in front of him.

"Don't comprehend any artistic conception, demolition. Ye Futian said.

"Good. Ye Wuchen nodded, and when he looked at the stone wall again, it seemed that those handwriting had become different again.

At this time, the black wind eagle next to him was gently flapping his wings, and a pair of bright eyes looked at Ye Futian, as if he was looking forward to it.

"You also want to learn?" Ye Futian embarrassed.

The Black Wind Eagle nodded.

"Be refined. Ye Futian muttered, it seems that this guy has the benefit of luck, but the two are in the same spirit, and it is simple.

"I'll feel first. Ye Futian sat on the boulder, his eyes looked at the stone wall again, the poems engraved, every word seemed to be transformed into the form of a sword, and the will of the sword kept pouring into his mind.

Although he saw the sword shape and sensed the sword intent, Ye Futian still needed to comprehend if he wanted to cultivate this sword technique, he didn't cultivate the sword, so he didn't waste time, it was enough to sense the sword intent to get luck, and the practice of the sword technique would be left to Ye Wuchen.

Next, Ye Futian has been quietly contemplating, and at the same time will inform Ye Wuchen of the shape of the sword, and gradually Ye Wuchen has also entered the state, and he can feel it on his own, and he no longer needs to be reminded.

The strange thing is that the black wind carving beside him also looked at the stone wall without blinking, as if he was understanding.

The rest of the life next to him was stunned when he saw this scene, and he was not even as good as a carving......

After some moments, Ye Futian gathered his mind, and saw that Ye Wuchen's eyes were closed at this time, and there was a sword intent flowing on his body, and it seemed that he was comprehending the swordsmanship hidden in this poem.

"Let's go look at the other stone walls. Ye Futian spoke, the black wind eagle's eyes were shining, his wings trembled, and he went in another direction, landing on a boulder, and the stone wall in front of him was engraved with pictures.

On this picture, there is a golden-winged Dapeng bird, soaring in the nine heavens, and there is an afterimage, as if depicting the artistic conception of the golden-winged Dapeng bird spreading its wings and soaring.

Ye Futian glanced at the Black Wind Eagle, it seemed that this guy had been staring at this side for a long time.

However, this picture is also suitable for him, and the Black Wind Eagle and the rest of his life can also practice.

The idea of the Great Freedom Concept worked again, and in Ye Futian's mind, there seemed to be a scene, which was the scene engraved in that picture, a golden-winged Dapeng bird spread its wings, and the wind was howling around him, and his speed seemed to be faster than the wind, leaving an afterimage, carrying the wind.

This scene coincided with some previous memories in my mind, and suddenly became clearer, and unconsciously, I fell into a wonderful artistic conception, as if incarnated as Peng, soaring above the nine heavens.

The idea of great freedom can visualize the handwriting on the stone wall and the true meaning of the painting, but in order to comprehend this true meaning, you still need to rely on your own comprehension ability.

Gradually, Ye Futian closed his eyes, as if he was not standing on a boulder in front of the stone wall, but soaring in the sky.

A force of will descended from the stone wall and kept pouring into his mind, and the deeper he felt the stone wall pictures, the stronger the will luck he would get.

The Black Wind Eagle and the rest of his life are also feeling, but they can only feel the relatively simple artistic conception, the Black Wind Eagle is affected by talent, and the talent of the rest of his life is not on it.

There are many people around who are good at the ability of the wind to feel here, and sometimes there are people who flicker, trying to integrate their perception into their own abilities.

After a long time, Ye Futian opened his eyes, and the Black Wind Eagle looked at him pitifully, Ye Futian used the spiritual imprint to transmit his visualization and comprehension into the Black Wind Eagle's mind, and then the Black Wind Eagle also began to comprehend and practice on his own.

"For the rest of your life, that stone wall is for you. Ye Futian pointed to another stone wall, this stone wall is near the sea, the picture engraved is a monstrous wave, rolling and whistling, at a glance, it seems to be able to feel a sense of artistic conception rushing out of the picture, as if there is a very terrifying momentum.

The two of them walked towards the stone wall, and when they came to the stone wall, the waves rolled in, crashing on the edge of the mountain, and the waves crashed on the shore, as if to match the artistic conception contained in the picture.

"What did you feel?" Ye Futian asked.

"Momentum, power. "Yu Shengdao.

"Yes. Ye Futian nodded, and he naturally saw more clearly with the idea of great freedom, the picture and portrait were moving, wave after wave, monstrous momentum, wanting to destroy everything.

This picture is not a sword or a wind, but a simple sense of momentum and power.

The two of them comprehended quietly, and after a long time, Ye Futian left alone and walked to a stone wall next to him, which was also near the sea, and it was also the last stone wall engraved with pictures in the ruins of Cangshan.

There is no one in front of this stone wall, and there are traces of the other three stone walls, but no one can understand this stone wall, and no trace of luck can be felt from it.

There is a painting carved on the stone wall, and a figure in white clothes sits quietly, stroking the piano with both hands, without any artistic conception.

Ye Futian had the idea of being at ease, but he could only see that the person in the painting seemed to be playing the piano music, and he couldn't comprehend the will, but the more so, the more extraordinary it became.

The idea of great freedom cannot be conceived, and it can only prove that his own realm is not enough.

Ye Futian stood there quietly, just looking at this stone wall, he was the only one.

Ye Wuchen was in front of the sword stone wall, Black Wind was carved in front of the golden-winged Dapeng bird stone wall, and the rest of his life was in front of the wave stone wall.

Ye Futian's world seemed to have become very quiet, but in fact, the ruins of Cangshan were full of human figures.

Ruoqiu's gaze swept towards Ye Futian's side, he was too conspicuous, he was the only one who occupied a stone wall.

"No one has ever been able to comprehend the mystery of that stone wall, but he is pretending to be there, you should know who he is. Ruoqiu said lightly to Ruoyu beside her.

How long have they only been here? Ye Futian actually stayed in front of the four stone walls continuously, purely to waste time.

Ruoyu also glanced over there, a little unsure of Ye Futian's intentions.

"Senior Brother Yan sensed a wisp of sword intent. At this time, Ruoqiu smiled and looked at Yan Lu not far in front of him, on Yan Lu's body, there was a wisp of sword intent surrounding, coming from the stone wall.

Yan Lu took a deep breath and said: "This poem really contains a powerful artistic conception, looking at its shape, you can feel the will of a sword, if you want to fully comprehend, I am afraid it will take a long time." ”

"Senior Brother Yan can have such a talent, which is very human. Ruoqiu smiled.

"It's a lot worse than Senior Sister Yun. Yan Lu looked up at Yun Qianmo, who was standing on a boulder not far away, and saw that Yun Qianmo's body was full of sword intent, obviously more profound than him.

People came to the Cangshan ruins one after another, making it more and more lively here, and at this time, there was a figure that attracted the attention of many people.

This person's appearance is extremely outstanding, even if it is the dazzling Yun Qianmo, if it is purely in terms of appearance, it is slightly inferior to her, and there are many strong guards around her.

The person who came was Lin Yueyao, the first beauty of Cangye Country, and if it was about appearance, it was naturally rare for anyone to compare.

Her beautiful eyes fell in one direction, and she saw Ye Wuchen in an instant, her graceful body flickered, and she walked towards Ye Wuchen, and her figure fell beside Ye Wuchen.

Gu Cheng Ruoqiu and his party looked over there, Ye Futian seemed to know Ye Wuchen before, this woman also went over there, who is this Ye Wuchen?

This amazing woman is also from the land of a hundred countries?

Ye Wuchen's eyes suddenly opened, and he glanced at Lin Yueyao beside her, Lin Yueyao exclaimed, her eyes were closed, and she only felt that a sword pierced her eyes.

"It's okay. Ye Wuchen said.

Lin Yueyao's beautiful eyes slowly opened, a little red, she looked at Ye Wuchen and said, "Do you want my life?"

"In my practice, I don't know it's you. Ye Wuchen said.

Lin Yueyao was a little speechless, then looked at the stone wall and muttered: "Is this the stone wall of the Cangshan Ruins, why can't I see any artistic conception, how did you feel it?"

"I don't know much about it, but there's an abnormal guy coming. Ye Wuchen said.

"Abnormal guy?" Lin Yueyao's beautiful eyes showed a strange look, and then she looked at other places, and then she saw a figure standing alone in front of a stone wall, as if independent of the world.

Lin Yueyao's beautiful eyes flashed with a different color, this guy can't help but be so maverick? Ye Wuchen was not wrong, he is indeed not a normal person!

(End of chapter)