[Chapter Word Count: 2088 Last Updated: 2015-04-2710:04:09.0]

Leaving the Scripture Pavilion and returning to Ziyun Peak, Ye Chuan began to practice in retreat.

Half a month later, he was going to go to the Fengyun Ring hundreds of miles away to participate in the competition of the disciples of the three factions, and he also had to make some preparations.

Brushing away the dust, the words 'Cunmang' on the cover clearly appeared in front of him, and Ye Chuan gently touched these two words with his fingertips.

Back then, the ghost hand medicine king came to see him and begged for his guidance.

This inch of mang, it is the talent of the ghost hand medicine king, and it also took Ye Chuan a lot of effort. It was under his guidance that the Ghost Hand Medicine King sublimated this talent and supernatural powers, cultivated to the extreme, and became a generation of grandmasters, known as the Ghost Hand Great Sage.

The cunning rabbit three holes, the ghost hand medicine king is even more rabbit old and good, his caution is specific to any detail, and the cun mang gong method recorded in the booklet has an unknown secret, strictly abiding by the rules of three and three. Most of the content is useless, cumbersome, and even misleading, and every three pages, three lines per page, and three words per line, hide the real exercises according to the three-three rule.

Ye Chuan knew the secret of the Ghost Hand Medicine King, but it also took a full hour to sort out the real Cun Mang Technique, read it carefully, and memorized it word by word, and then burned the booklet. Sitting cross-legged on the ground, with a blade in his right hand, his arm does not move, just a few fingers, and the thin blade rotates between the thumb, index and middle fingers.

In the beginning, the blade turned very slowly and was a bit stiff. Slowly, the rotation became smooth, and the arms did not move, not even the wrists. With just a few fingers, the thin blade is spun quickly, making different movements such as cutting, slicing, pulling, cutting, and so on.

Inch, within reach, the edge is revealed!

The key to this technique lies in the violent outburst, striving to burst out the most violent attack in the shortest possible time. With a blade in his hand, he will cut through the enemy's major artery or throat in an instant, and the blow will be fatal.

Ye Chuan sat on the ground and cultivated quietly, and slowly, the blades on his right hand increased to two, three, and even the limit of four. Then, both hands moved, four on each side, and one in his mouth, and the tip of his tongue stretched and contracted, and the knife flashed. The body did not move, even the eyes were closed, but there were nine blades spinning at high speed on the body, and there was a cold murderous aura rippling in the air.

A fly couldn't stand the increasingly murderous aura in the air, and suddenly rushed out of the corner and flew towards the window, just past Ye Chuan.

Ye Chuan still closed his eyes, but his ears moved, and a blade suddenly spun and flew out from his fingers, grazing the belly of the fly.

The fly was frightened and spread its wings and accelerated towards the window.

Another blade flew out of Ye Chuan's hand, and this time, it spun and cut off the left half of the fly's wing.

The fly rolled down on the desk, buzzed and flew up again, quickly reaching the edge of the windowsill.

At the moment when the fly was about to rush out of the room, Ye Chuan suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a knife, and another blade flew out. This time, it landed on the fly impartially and cut it in two!

"It's a pity that the heat is still a little worse, and the force control zhì is not good. ”

Glancing at the dead flies on the windowsill, Ye Chuan shook his head, put away all nine blades, and picked up the crystal bottle on the desk to look at it. It's been two whole days, and the fly that was locked inside is still not dead, soaking in the juice and struggling. Ye Chuan was also a little surprised by the tenacious vitality and adaptability of this wild xenomorph fly.

Ye Chuan looked up at the window, the sky didn't know when it was already dark, and the moonlight was hazy. In the cold wind, there was a faint smell, and the flies that had been hiding during the day all flew out at night, swooping on the herbs and sucking the juice.

Ye Chuan shook the bottle and opened the lid.

The flies that were locked in the crystal bottle buzzed and flew out quickly. Unlike other flies, they didn't stop at the herbs along the way, and flew all the way to the back mountain of the Cloud Mist Sect.

Ye Chuan followed, far behind the fly.

The sap dripping inside the crystal bottle looks inconspicuous, but in fact it is famous for making people dizzy quickly, and this fly is no exception. Under the command of Ye Chuan's mind, he didn't care about sucking the juice of the herb and returned to its lair.

The appearance of these wild xenomorph flies was too strange, and Ye Chuan was ready to find out.

The Cloud Mist Sect has an ancient prohibition to guard, and the demon beasts dare not approach, but when it comes to the back mountain that stretches for thousands of miles, this is different. There was danger everywhere, the beasts in the mountains roared, and from time to time there were terrible howls.

Ye Chuan was calm and calm, following the fly all the way. But an hour later, when he came to the place where the flies disappeared and saw the surrounding terrain clearly, he couldn't help but change color slightly.

What appeared in front of me was an unfathomable abyss.

In the hazy moonlight, the mist under the abyss was steaming, and the mist was red, like scarlet blood. Standing above the abyss and looking down, I couldn't help but feel a burst of shock. In the air, the yang energy was abundant, but there was an unsettling aura, and there was an obscure power fluctuation wandering, which was the remnants of the ancient prohibition.

Evil Dragon Abyss!

Ye Chuan followed the fly to the dangerous place of Yunwu Mountain.

This abyss had existed millions of years ago, before the Ghost Hand Medicine King built the Cloud Mist Sect here. It is said that an ancient dragon was once imprisoned under the abyss, and the yang energy was surging. Later, it became a place where the Cloud Mist Sect exiled traitors and punished disciples who committed capital crimes. Over time, I don't know how many bones have piled up, and it has become a dangerous place.

Before breaking into the Valley of the Buried Gods, Ye Chuan had also been to the Cloud Mist Sect once, and he had also been to this abyss to take a look. At that time, although the Evil Dragon Abyss had become a dangerous place, it was not as dangerous as it is today. Standing on the edge of the cliff for a while, even Ye Chuan felt his heart tremble, not knowing what kind of changes had happened in the millions of years below.

"There is plenty of yang energy here, which is beneficial to the cultivators who practice the Pure Yang Exercises, but the blood mist below the Evil Dragon Abyss is poisonous, don't stand on the edge of the cliff for too long. A slightly hoarse voice suddenly came.

Ye Chuan turned around, only to find that a middle-aged man came behind him at some point, wearing a square scarf and a cyan robe, and the power fluctuations in his body were plain, like an elegant literati. But when he walked, he was silent, and his cultivation was unfathomable. Although Ye Chuan has just started to cultivate again, his experience is still there, and he can't even see the depth of the other party, "Who are you?"

"Who am I?"

The green-robed man smiled self-deprecatingly, his face was a little bitter, and he said softly, "Call me Seventh Elder." ”

Without waiting for Ye Chuan to ask anything more, the green-robed man suddenly turned around and left, his pace didn't look fast, but he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Seven Elders?"

Ye Chuan frowned, there were only five elders in the Cloud Mist Sect in total, where did the seven elders come from?

There was a sudden rustling sound, and the blood mist below the cliff suddenly rolled up, and the fishy wind rushed in his face.