For a few days, Yan Su devoted himself to cultivation, except for the normal physiological needs, the rest of Yan Su was too much to care, and even she didn't care too much about the fact that the master had not returned, only when he had something important.

I don't know if what happened in the sea realm had too much impact on Yan Su, her state of mind also changed, and her cultivation path became much smoother.

However, Yan Su also understands that such an opportunity is also unavoidable, and it is a great luck for her to come back alive, so to be able to cultivate so much in a short period of time, Yan Su also accepts it with peace of mind.

After all, what she has been through so far is gambling with her life.

The bigger the bet, the more profitable it is to win.

Realizing that he couldn't just rush to improve his cultivation, Yan Su slowed down his cultivation at the right time and instead focused on the study of swordsmanship.

It's not enough to improve her cultivation, she has already made up her mind to become a sword cultivator, and she must make up for the common sense of sword cultivation, she didn't have much contact with it in her previous life, and her understanding of it is also very shallow.

However, although she has such an idea, the current situation does not allow Yan Su to ponder these basic common sense, she is now in such a temporary "sect", without any trace of background, it is very difficult to contact this kind of knowledge, let alone learn.

It was a pain for her.

Yan Su faced the empty mountain, except for the endless peach forest, all that was left was the overgrown trees and weeds on the mountain.

Yan Su turned left and right on the mountain peak a few times, and he could be regarded as having roughly figured out some of the situation.

This mountain is hidden in the heavy mountain stretch, surrounded by clouds and mist, the whole mountain is covered tightly, if you don't look carefully, you never think that there is a rough "sect" on this mountain.

After observing for a while, and finding that there was nothing worth her pondering, Yan Su sighed, and finally decided to go to the back mountain.

The mountains behind are densely forested, and Xu Yingwei has been abandoned for a long time, and the road originally opened up by the ancestors has gradually been covered up, and there is no place to go.

However, such a barren scene made Yan Su's heart happy.

If there is no way, then there are thousands, thousands of possibilities!

Yan Su didn't stay too long, he directly took out the wooden sword and swung it forward, and his movements were smooth and unhindered. Although he didn't learn half a point of swordsmanship, and his movements were chaotic, the momentum of moving forward and not retreating was a shock to the crisis that was about to move in the dark.

The tiger cub who was lying in the bushes, prostrate and ready to go, ready to wait for Yan Su to pass by, pounced on the tiger cub who attacked her, was frightened by Yan Su's momentum, and watched Yan Su become more and more brave and gradually drift away.

Yan Su slashed and slashed right above, sweating profusely, her breath was also out of tune, she breathed in the fresh air, but the movements in her hands were not half relaxed, her hands had gradually become paralyzed, she had no feeling, she could only do the movements mechanically, but her current mood was indeed extremely excited.

The action opened and closed, and the surrounding vision gradually became wider, Yan Su walked through the chaos of the place, stepped on the chopped branches, and the "click" sound came from the steps, which was extremely eye-catching in this no-man's land.

Splitting the last layer of barrier, a large piece of light suddenly broke into Yan Su's line of sight, and suddenly opened up in front of him, Yan Su was stabbed slightly by this sudden light, and after adapting to it, he opened his eyes and saw that a stone pool appeared in front of him.

The water in the pool is cold, the air is filled with a burst of coldness, and a layer of light mist is covered on the water of the pool, looming.

Yan Su put away his sword and moved to the side of Tan, looking towards the pond, the bottom of Tan was deep and bottomless.

Subconsciously picked up a pool, a chill from the palm of his hand instantly spread throughout the body, Yan Su snorted, as soon as he let go, the pool of water returned to Tanzhong, stirring up a small splash, and the ripples brought a moment of noise to the pool, but it returned to dead silence in an instant.

The original heat from his body also faded because of staying by this pool of water for a while, and was replaced by a hint of coolness.

Yan Su only stayed for a while, and then left with his heart, this place should not stay for a long time.

Passing through the pond, Yan Su was surprised to find that there was actually a sheep intestine path paved with bluestone blocks behind it.

Yan Su didn't think much about it, picked up the skirt and went up, the trail showed an upward trend, and it seemed that the distance was not long.

Sure enough, after about half a pillar of incense, he came to the end of the trail.

It was a quiet bamboo forest, the cool breeze blew, and there was a sound of bamboo leaves "Suosuo" in the depths of the bamboo forest.

Yan Su didn't realize it, she always felt that there was something in the depths of the bamboo forest, and the uncontrollable curiosity in her heart drove her to step on the inexplicable bamboo forest.

Yan Su quietly walked through the bamboo, the old and the new bamboo grow together, the upright old bamboo stands, although the new bamboo next to him is glowing with gratifying new green, but its upright posture is the same as the weathered old bamboo, the mottled traces on the old bamboo make Yan Su stop and observe for a while.

The delicate fingers caressed the marks all over the place, and Yan Su could see that the deeper, shallow scratches were cut by a sharp blade.

This thought made Yan Su even more curious about the depths of the bamboo forest, in this bamboo forest, on every old bamboo, such scratches were large and small, no less than hundreds, deep and shallow, what Yan Su did not understand was that although these scratches existed, they did not have any effect on the bamboo, they were neither broken nor affected by growth.

These terrifying scratches are more like tattoos, but Yan Su did not underestimate these scratches because of this, she can feel that there is actually a residual sword intent on it, it can be felt by a layman like her, and after so long the sword intent still exists, Yan Su can be sure that person must not be an ordinary person!

I don't know whether they were intentional or not, but these marks seem to have been deliberately left on the surface.

When the sword is unsheathed, it will be killed, how can there be such leeway?

In Yan Su's general understanding of the past, his understanding of sword cultivation is general, and where the sword momentum passes, it must be that there is no grass, and it is impossible to leave it alive and healthy like this.

With such suspicions, Yan Su turned around and moved away from the place where he was, walking inside.

She had a vague hunch that there was the answer she wanted.

"Whoa!"

It was the sound of birds piercing through the forest, and the dried bamboo leaves lost their emerald green, and turned yellow, and they fell one after another, falling on her head, on her shoulders, brushing her skirt and floating to the ground.

The bamboo shadow is gloomy, and the bamboos are not staggered, but a few steps and one by one, growing independently and wantonly.

What kind of stone wall is that?

Yan Su was shocked at the first sight of her, and such a question surged from the bottom of his heart.

It's artificially cut, and it's standing here, up to a hundred feet in length and width, and it's covered with damp moss, and I don't know how long it has passed.

And the deep one carved on it exudes all kinds of sword intent, and the shallow sword marks are densely packed all over it, and the chaotic and raging sword qi has gone through a long time, and the deeply precipitated sword intent became excited and crazy when they felt the strange aura on Yan Su's body.

Provocation!

Yan Su easily knew the consistent consciousness emanating from these different sword intents.

At that moment, Yan Su knew why there were so many different sword marks on it, each sword mark corresponded to a different sword intent, and they were not only learning from each other in the long years, but also provoking all kinds of people with extremely high swordsmanship who came here to learn from the new sword intent they left behind.