Lin Yueyao looked at Ye Futian's back with beautiful eyes, listening to Ye Wuchen's meaning, it seemed that Ye Futian helped him to understand.

But this guy is obviously only a glorious realm cultivator, how can he be so demonic?

However, thinking of his performance at the Fenghua Banquet and the Listening to the Wind Banquet, he really can't be regarded as an ordinary person.

"What is he doing?" Lin Yueyao asked softly.

"It should be in the comprehension, that is already the last stone wall of his comprehension. Ye Wuchen spoke calmly, Lin Yueyao looked at the other stone walls again, she saw the rest of her life, and also saw the Black Wind Sculpture.

That black wind eagle is also practicing?

Thinking of the rest of Ye Futian's life and Hua Jieyu, these two demons are just evil, and now even an extremely ordinary demon beast has to become a spirit?

Ye Futian didn't know Lin Yueyao's thoughts, and he didn't even know that she was coming, at this time he was still quietly feeling, his eyes were closed, everything was emptied, and the stone walls of Cangshan Mountain on all sides were reflected in his mind, and the waves were roaring, wave after wave.

Gradually, a picture seemed to appear in his mind, a white-clothed figure playing the piano, sitting on the mountain and the coast, with someone dancing a sword in front of him.

The swordsmanship is sluggish, the waves are rolling, falling into the sword intent, turning into a thousand rays of rain, on the Baizhang Mountain, a sword light is cold, cutting off the sorrow.

It turns out that the poem does have a meaning.

The golden-winged Dapeng bird roared into the air, wanting to send you off, whistling on the coast, transforming into endless afterimages, rolling up the wind and waves.

All this seems to have turned into a picture.

The four stone walls do not exist separately, but can be unified.

The light shone, Ye Futianqin's soul appeared, he sat cross-legged, stroked the qin with both hands, and played alone.

The melodious sound of the piano instantly attracted the attention of many people, and many people looked at him with a strange look.

A qin sound mage in the realm of nine-star glory, playing the piano in front of the stone wall that no one can comprehend, could it be that he can comprehend the artistic conception?

Lin Yueyao's beautiful eyes flickered, this guy ...... It's as if no one else exists.

"Interesting. Liu Yuan glanced at Ye Futian's side, smiled faintly, and Yun Qianmo's beautiful eyes also flashed with a different color.

The sound of the piano reveals a bit of detachment from the world, as if it is played on an empty mountain.

In the artistic conception of the sound of the piano, there are waves beating the empty mountain, there are Dapeng birds soaring in the sky, and some people dancing swords to cut away sorrows.

With Ye Futian's playing, the will contained in the stone wall seemed to fit with his piano sound, and resonated with it, and then, a piano sound will descended on Ye Futian's mind, making the artistic conception stronger, as if playing the artistic conception by Ye Futian's hand.

Not only that, at this moment, Ye Futian's statue also resonated with the other three stone walls, and the will of the sword, the will of the golden-winged Dapeng, and the will of the waves poured into his mind one after another, and then released from the sound of the qin.

A picture along with the sound of the piano drilled into Yu Sheng's mind, Yu Sheng's body trembled violently, and suddenly felt that the artistic conception contained in the wave stone wall and the golden-winged Dapeng stone wall was clearly presented in his mind, so that he could feel it very intuitively.

The same artistic conception also entered the mind of the Black Wind Eagle, and the Black Wind Eagle flapped its wings, and seemed to be a little excited.

After that, Ye Wuchen, who was standing there, suddenly felt a sword intent in his ears along with the sound of the qin, his eyes flashed, and then he turned to look at the stone wall of the sword, he seemed to see an incomparably clear picture, there was an illusory figure dancing swordsmanship.

The person who received the same treatment as Ye Wuchen was Ruoyu, but she was puzzled at first, feeling that the artistic conception in the sound of the piano was getting stronger and stronger, her beautiful eyes looked at Ye Futian in shock, and then she understood, and looked at the stone wall of the sword to understand.

However, other people don't know the changes that have happened to a few people, and they are still quietly feeling, but in the sound of the piano, unconsciously, their understanding seems to have become better, and their understanding is deeper, which makes them secretly happy in their hearts, quiet understanding, so there is a wonderful scene, this space, like only the sound of the piano, there is no other sound.

It seemed that after a long time, the sound of the piano finally stopped, Ye Futian felt the change in himself, and showed a faint smile, it seems that he is in the Ancient Realm, and he doesn't need to worry about getting luck at all.

Luo Junlin snatched the fortune of the prince in the Desolate Ancient Realm, and he was valued by the Hanging King Palace, so what forces would notice him?

With the sound of the piano stopped, some people smiled one after another, and their perception improved, but they didn't know that it was the effect of the artistic conception of the piano sound, they only thought it was their own understanding, and only a few people felt that the piano sound played a little role in it, and the artistic conception of the piano sound was somewhat suitable for the scene here.

Ye Wuchen had wisps of sword intent flowing up and down his body, and then disappeared, his eyes opened, he took a deep breath, and felt more and more that Ye Futian was abnormal, this is not something that normal people can do.

Ye Wuchen understood that Ye Futian was likely to have understood the ruins of Cangshan Mountain, and he had done it before.

"What happened?" Lin Yueyao asked.

"That guy is teaching me how to practice swordsmanship. Ye Wuchen said in a low voice.

"He taught you, Yiqin?" Lin Yueyao's beautiful eyes were stunned, and when she saw Ye Wuchen nodding very seriously, she suddenly understood, and glanced at Ye Futian with some resentment, she was a person in the Cangye Country Elegance List, so she couldn't let her also participate in it by the way?

Yan Lu's sword intent was circulating at this time, his eyes were sharp, and he looked at Ruoqiu and the others behind him: "How do you feel?"

"Senior brother, there is some understanding. Gu Jiang said.

"I also realized a little. Ruoqiu was a little excited.

"Yes, if it rains, you. Yan Lu nodded, and then looked at Ruoyu, only to see that Ruoyu's beautiful eyes opened at this time, still in shock, she actually cultivated the swordsmanship on the stone wall?

She felt a little crazy, just so inexplicable, she realized, the sound of the piano sent the artistic conception into her mind, and then she looked at the stone wall, as if she had seen through the swordsmanship.

"It's fine. "Ruoyu is a little distracted.

"I don't know what I'm thinking. Ruoqiu couldn't help but be displeased when she saw that her sister was a little distraught.

"Yun Qianmo. At this time, I only heard Liu Yuan look at Yun Qianmo again, and said, "How about the discussion, see how much you have comprehended?"

"Not available. Yun Qianmo responded coldly.

Liu Yuan smiled, only to see that around his body, there was a wind howling, and everyone looked at Liu Yuan, only to see a strong will of the wind emerging from him, causing the wind between the surrounding heaven and earth to blow violently.

Luck bloomed, all merged into the will of the wind, only to see a terrifying dark storm swept towards Yun Qianmo's body, every wisp of wind in that terrible tornado seemed to turn into a blade of the wind, extremely sharp, the gathering storm, can tear everything, terrifying to the extreme.

Integrating luck into the Will of the Wind, he released the spell, and regardless of whether Yun Qianmo refused or not, he directly launched an attack.

"With such a strong will, he is worthy of being a member of the Liu family in the land of a thousand alliances. Everyone looked at Liu Yuan, obviously he had comprehended a lot.

Yun Qianmo turned around, and in that violent wind, her clothes flew, and a sword appeared in her hand.

There is also luck blooming, integrated into the will of the sword, and then, the sword intent roared, Yun Qianmo waved the sword, and a sword curtain was born around.

The tornado tore in, colliding with the sword intent, the surrounding heaven and earth changed color, the boulder shattered, Yun Qianmo stood in the air, his long hair flew, and the will of the sword became stronger, and he actually cut off the sweeping storm little by little.

When the storm disappears, the shadows of the clouds stand proudly in the void.

"It's worthy of Senior Sister Yun. Ruoqiu exclaimed: "The swordsmanship just now, I seem to feel the artistic conception in the stone wall. ”

Ruoyu is beautiful eyes flashed, and he said in a low voice: "The swordsmanship is wrong." ”

"What nonsense are you talking about. Ruoqiu glared at Ruoyu.

"Let's just try it with the power we have learned here. Liu Yuan opened his mouth to speak, and when the words fell, he saw his body rising into the sky, and he was like a peng bird rushing towards Yun Qianmo.

At this moment, Liu Yuan seemed to be incarnated as Peng.

Yun Qianmo held the sword, as if there was a sword artistic conception coming, seeing Peng Bird coming across the void, she swung her sword, and the sword turned into light and shadow to break the void.

The Dapeng bird appeared one after another, and the bodies of the two were about to explode, so fast that it was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, Liu Yuan's body had already left, but he saw Yun Qianmo's graceful body descending continuously.

Looking at Liu Yuan again, he was proudly suspended in the air, and said with a faint smile: "Yun Qianmo, it seems that you can't comprehend it, and the head disciple of the Imperial Sword Sect seems to be nothing more than that." ”

Many people around looked at the two of them, although this Liu Yuan had the advantage, but it didn't mean that Yun Qianmo's comprehension was inferior to him, the stone tablet on all sides, except for the stone tablet that no one understood, the stone tablet of the sword was the most difficult to comprehend, and its artistic conception was hidden in the poems, so this was not fair.

Liu Yuan took advantage of it but said this, obviously deliberately in front of Yun Qianmo.

The disciples of the Imperial Sword Sect in the Land of Thousand Alliances all showed a look of anger, and Ruoyu also showed a hint of displeasure, and she spoke: "Senior Sister Yun, your sword technique can be more perfect. ”

Yun Qianmo looked at Ruoyu, and the prince of Yanlu and the others also looked at Ruoyu, what nonsense is this girl talking about.

Ruoyu didn't care about everyone's eyes, a sword appeared in her hand, the sword intent was pervasive, and then she swung the sword, and in an instant, the surrounding space seemed to appear endless sword shadows, and the sword turned into silk rain, and every drop contained the power to cut off the void, and with the sword intent revealed on her body, it was obviously more clever than Yun Qianmo's sword conception.

This scene made many people show different colors, and Ruoqiu also looked at her sister in shock.

How could Ruoyu's talent be comparable to Yun Qianmo's, but the swordsmanship she used was clearly stronger, if this swordsmanship bloomed from Yun Qianmo before, Liu Yuan was afraid that he would not be able to retreat with his whole body.

"Senior sister, how did you comprehend it?" King Yan Lu and the others stepped forward one after another to stare at Ruoyu.

Yun Qianmo also looked at her and said, "How did you do it?"

The eyes of the people around all fell on Ruoyu's body, a woman with a heavy realm of law, a junior disciple of the Imperial Sword Sect, who actually comprehended the sword technique in the stone wall of the sword?

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