"Senior Brother Tiandu, have you broken through the bottleneck?" Ye Chuan glanced Nan Tiandu up and down.

"No, it's still a monk triple. ”

Nan Tiandu replied, standing still gives people a compelling aura of swords, and he is also taciturn, and he is cold to everyone.

"How many layers have the Nine Swords of Heaven Shaking been practiced, have you condensed the spiritual power of the flying sword?" Ye Chuan asked again.

Nantian was stunned, followed closely, and subconsciously pressed the hilt of the sword with his right hand, watching Ye Chuan prepare for action. The whole person was like a sharp sword, pointing at Ye Chuan's eyebrows.

The Nine Swords of Shaking the Sky are the ancient supernatural powers that he inadvertently obtained, and after he has achieved cultivation, he can condense his spiritual power into a flying sword, and when his mind moves, ten thousand swords will be powerful and monstrous. Except for the second elder of the master, Nangong Ren, no one in the sect knew about his secret for many years, how did Ye Chuan know?

"Don't be nervous, the power of the Nine Swords of Heaven Shaking is good, but I'm not interested in this kind of exercise, I just happen to know a thing or two. ”

Ye Chuan's tone was flat, he didn't feel any discomfort in the face of Nantiandu's coercion, paused, and then said: "The path of cultivation is the path against the sky, but unfortunately, many people don't know, in fact, the speed of cultivation is not important, what really matters is the foundation." Only by honing your body and soul well, and cultivating every realm to the extreme, can you go further and climb higher. Only by condensing the spiritual power of the flying sword can you truly grasp the essence of the Nine Swords that Shaking the Heavens, Tiandu, continue to work hard. ”

Intentionally or unintentionally, Ye Chuan walked away.

The Second Elder Nangong Ren and Nantian are both called master and apprentice, but in fact, the Second Elder did not teach anything, and Nantian spent most of his time cultivating and contemplating enlightenment alone. Even the second elder didn't know many details of the Nine Swords of Shaking the Heavens, and when he suddenly heard Ye Chuan talk about the spiritual power of the flying sword, Nantian, who was as calm as water, couldn't help but be taken aback.

Seeing Ye Chuan walking farther and farther, Nantian reacted and hurriedly caught up, "Senior brother, the big competition will start tomorrow, when will we leave?"

"As soon as the fat man comes back, he will leave immediately. Tiandu, you go to the underground ghost market to pick up the fat man, let him not delay. ”

Ye Chuan didn't look back, and walked farther and farther.

Behind him, Nantian Du bowed down to receive the order, and flew towards the underground ghost market. Originally, he followed Ye Chuan because of the orders of the second elder Nangong Ren, and he didn't say anything, and he couldn't help but look down on Ye Chuan a little in his heart. Now, his heart suddenly slammed into understanding, and Ye Chuan was far from being as simple as it appeared on the surface.

Even his natal supernatural power Shaking the Nine Swords knows it, and he still understands it so deeply, which can be seen by reading a book?

For Ye Chuan, the senior brother, Nantian became more and more incomprehensible, and gradually respected it from the bottom of his heart.

Back at Ziyun Peak, Ye Chuan sat cross-legged in the study, waiting for the time to leave.

At the same time, in the dimly lit underground ghost market, the fat man Zhao Dazhi sat bitterly on the cold floor, and every time someone walked in front of him, he raised his head with a blank eye, and then lowered his head in disappointment. The stalls in front of others were dazzling, and there were several things at the worst, but the fat man was empty in front of him, just pressing a piece of paper with a stone.

is about to go out to participate in the big competition, but the fat man is still desperately trying to make money and dare not miss any opportunity.

In the past, he didn't have to worry about food and clothing, but now it's different, his family is ruined, his father is seriously ill, and he really needs silver taels. Not only do you have to support yourself and buy the necessities of cultivation, but you also have to do everything you can to help your family.

The piece of paper pressed by the stone was written by Ye Chuan casually. What kind of thing is that The fat man couldn't understand, but Ye Chuan said that it was valuable, so he tried his best to come to the underground ghost market to give it a try. I don't have any skills, I can't grow herbs and I can't do alchemy, all my hopes are on this note.

Rustling footsteps were heard, and someone approached.

The tired and hungry fat man hurriedly raised his head, looking through the autumn water with a longing face. The person who came was a middle-aged man with five big and three thick, wearing a pair of heavy armor, looking like a loose cultivator, arrogant and arrogant, walking in front of the fat man with his head held high like a crab, and turning back when the fat man bowed his head in disappointment, "Hey, what are you?"

The fat man suddenly raised his head with an excited expression. After waiting for so long, someone finally asked, quickly stood up with the note, carefully opened the corner of the note, and said with a smile: "My lord, this is a baby, a good baby that is hard to find, you see, this is ......"

The fat man has a flamboyant tongue, but he can't tell what this note is, so he can only be vague, hoping to meet a person who is stupid and has a lot of money. It's a pity that this casual cultivation in front of me is obviously not.

The middle-aged man glanced at the note in the fat man's hand and glanced at the fat man with disdain, "Boy, you are from the Cloud Mist Sect, right?"

"Yes. The fat man replied, a little confused, not knowing why the middle-aged man suddenly said that.

Although the items sold in the underground ghost market have always been varied, it is the first time that such a thing has been sold with a note, and most people scoff at it. Seeing that someone really stepped forward to deal with the fat man Zhao Dazhi, many people came over to see the excitement, and they couldn't help but come over to see the excitement regardless of the fact that they only wanted to make money.

"Let me see, what is this?children's graffiti?hahaha......"

The middle-aged man snatched the note from the fat man's hand, opened it all and looked at it, and then threw it on the ground, laughing, "Joke, such a thing is also used to blind people, and it is said that it is a treasure that is hard to find, it is really ridiculous." I really didn't expect that the dignified Cloud Mist Sect would have such a liar, or a liar without any level, it seems that the Cloud Mist Sect is really not good......"

The middle-aged man walked away, the voice came from afar, the onlookers also laughed, and the fat man looked embarrassed. A penny is difficult to beat a hero, and the fat man who spent extravagantly in the past is now really ashamed.

"Senior brother, I was really miserable by you!"

The fat man wanted to cry without tears, and squatted down to pick up the note that had fallen on the ground.

When he handed over this note to himself, Ye Chuan was solemn, although the fat man couldn't understand it, he had to believe it, and came to the underground ghost market with a sweet dream of making a fortune. As everyone knows, it was purely whimsical, and he was miserable by Ye Chuan!

The senior brother must have seen that he was sad and just comforted him, yes, it must be so!

The fat man comforted himself and thought of the only explanation.

A pair of heavy deerskin boots suddenly appeared in front of the fat man, and the note that he was about to pick up suddenly disappeared and was grabbed by someone.

The fat man raised his head, and there was an extremely burly figure in front of him, nearly three meters tall, and his arm alone was twice as thick as an ordinary person's thigh, standing in front of him like a mountain, and his body was shrouded in a black robe, revealing only a pair of dark red eyes. With a big hat on his head, he squatted and looked up from the bottom, and he could vaguely see two arches on the other party's head, which seemed to have a pair of horns.

Horned Demons?

The fat man was full of excitement, and the fat on his body trembled.

In the savage world, cultivators are usually divided into two schools, martial cultivation and soul cultivation, one specializes in cultivating the body, and the other focuses on cultivating the divine soul. But in many remote places, there is still another school of demon cultivation that is outside the mainstream, specializing in seizing the qi and blood and racial talent of demon beasts, and does not hesitate to transplant part of the body of demon beasts to himself, and even uses secret methods to combine with demon beasts, turning into non-human and non-beast monsters, and the cultivation progress is rapid, each one is more ferocious than the other. According to the different shapes, they are divided into many categories, and those with horns on their heads are called horned demons.

No matter where they are, demon cultivation is almost ostracized and is not tolerated by all major sects. Although the terrain of the Cloud Mist Mountain Range is complex, because of the existence of the Cloud Mist Sect, no demon cultivator has dared to haunt here since ancient times. Suddenly, he encountered a demon cultivator, or a ferocious horned demon, and he frightened the fat man at once!

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