[Chapter Word Count: 2702 Last Updated: 2015-04-2710:03:25.0]

Accompanied by Zhu Sijia, Ye Chuan came to the Zangjing Pavilion of the sect.

Just as he was about to raise his head and walk in, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking Ye Chuan's way.

Jin Hua, the master of the Alchemy Hall, had been waiting at the door of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion for a long time, and a pair of eyes secretly glanced at Zhu Sijia, who was in hot shape.

"What do you want to do?" Ye Chuan's face was calm, and there was no surprise or shock, which seemed to have been expected, which greatly disappointed Jinhua who suddenly jumped out.

"Don't do anything, stay away from Senior Sister Jiajia. ”

Jin Hua stared at Ye Chuan viciously, and his originally dignified face suddenly became hideous.

"This ...... , I'm afraid not. Ye Chuan shook his head, "It's not that I want to follow Jiajia, it's that she insists on following me." ”

"Fart, that's grandpa's order, who is going to follow you?" Zhu Sijia was furious, shook off Jinhua's outstretched hand, and looked at no one in a huff. Looking at the faint evil smile on Ye Chuan's face, he realized that he had been fooled.

"That's it, boy, go into the Scripture Pavilion by yourself. However, I can clearly tell you that the great disciples of the Xuanding Sect and the Five Dun Sect have long been the great masters of the Triple Cultivator, and even if you have a heaven-level exercise and immediately cultivate, you will definitely not be an opponent in the Great Competition, and you are destined to die in their hands. If you are smart, just hide on Ziyun Peak as a shrunken turtle as before, it doesn't matter if you die, don't embarrass the sect. ”

Jinhua looked disdainful, too lazy to talk to Ye Chuan, "Jiajia, let's go, I found a fun place in the back mountain, let's go for a walk together." ”

Jinhua stretched out his hand again, wanting to hug Zhu Sijia's slender waist. The demon beasts in the back mountain are rampant, and ordinary people dare not go during the day, but for powerful disciples, it is just a good place for a tryst. With the clear blue sky as the quilt and the turquoise earth as the bed, galloping at will, tsk, the scene makes people's hearts surge.

"No, feed the mosquitoes yourself, don't bother me. ”

Zhu Sijia snapped off Jinhua's salty pig hand, showed the token to the guard, and walked into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion without looking back, "Boy, if you want to find a powerful exercise, hurry up!"

"Senior Brother Jinhua, you see, it's really not that I want to follow Jiajia, it's her own volition. Alas, women are trouble, and beautiful women are even more troublesome, and they can't get rid of them if they want to. ”

Ye Chuan shook his head, looked embarrassed, and slowly turned around and left.

Behind him, Jinhua, who was in the wind of Yushu, was blue and angry. In the past few days, since Ye Chuan came back from the Valley of the Burial God, he felt that Zhu Sijia was unwilling, sometimes angry, sometimes alone in a daze, which completely cooled him to the side.

"Boy, in a few days, see if you still laugh!"

Jinhua gritted his teeth and turned away, his heart was like a burning torch, and his anger was getting stronger and stronger.

He couldn't understand where he couldn't compare to Ye Chuan, a mediocre and nominal senior brother. He looks more handsome than him, has a bigger background than him, and has a higher strength than him, where can't he compare? Could it be that Ye Chuan's temperament has changed greatly after nine deaths, and he has taken Zhu Sijia's heart badly, is he not bad enough?

Jin Hua was indignant in his heart, and when he couldn't pursue it, he vented his anger on Ye Chuan, secretly thinking about how to make the latter suffer a little.

The Scripture Pavilion was heavily guarded, but seeing the warrant in Zhu Sijia's hand, no one stopped the two, and Ye Chuan strode in behind Zhu Sijia.

Like the Armory Pavilion, the Scripture Pavilion has three floors, and it is said to be all-encompassing, with a collection of powerful heaven-level exercises, and even legend has it that there are saint exercises. It's a pity that no matter how powerful you are, you can't get along with ordinary people, and no one is allowed to climb to the heavily guarded third floor without a warrant from the head of the house or the unanimous communication of the presbytery.

"King Kong Jue, you can be invulnerable, boy, how about this exercise?" Maybe he knew that Ye Chuan's time was short, and he was going to die in the big competition, maybe he didn't want Ye Chuan to lose too badly and embarrass the sect, Zhu Sijia took the initiative to help Ye Chuan find a powerful exercise. Angry and angry, Xiao Nizi is still very quick in doing things, and she knows what exercises are powerful.

Ye Chuan shook his head, "No, change the door." ”

"The full moon rides the wind, you can walk against the wind on the night of the full moon, this exercise is very powerful, how about it?" Zhu Sijia took out a booklet, the heads of the two leaned together, and Ye Chuan smelled the faint body fragrance again. The fragrance is intoxicating, every sip seeps into the heart, Ye Chuan glanced at Zhu Sijia's proud chest, and pretended to take a big sip exaggeratedly.

"Hooligans!"

Zhu Sijia reacted, her neck blushed all of a sudden, and she glanced at Bai Yechuan to pull away, ashamed and angry.

"Change again. Ye Chuan still shook his head and glanced at the shy Zhu Sijia with a smile. This Nizi is rude and spicy in her work, but she didn't expect to be as shy at the critical moment.

The Scripture Pavilion is an important place in the Cloud Mist Sect, and the disciples can only enter once a year, and the books in it are extraordinary. Zhu Sijia found many famous exercises, however, Ye Chuan couldn't look at any of them. Finally, in a corner, I found a dusty booklet, and on the cover, the word 'Cunmang' was written.

"Boy, this ...... , It's just a martial art, you ......" Zhu Sijia looked at Ye Chuan in disbelief.

Don't put aside the exercises that the monks dream of, and choose a martial art that is cultivated by people in the world, this brain is really in the water!

Zhu Sijia was puzzled and glanced at Ye Chuan up and down.

After returning from the Valley of the Burial Gods, Ye Chuan, the senior brother, became more and more incomprehensible.

"I'm only a martial artist now, what do I choose if I don't choose martial arts?" Ye Chuan smiled and turned to leave.

No one cares about this technique, only he knows that this is the talent of the Ghost Hand Medicine King, the founder of the Cloud Mist Sect.

The old guy used to be a rabbit demon, his mouth was constantly moving, and he liked to steal treasures and herbs the most, and for this reason, he once hid a small blade in his mouth. After a thousand tempers, this talent was condensed into a martial art. Later, after becoming a great sage, the Ghost Hand Medicine King reorganized and condensed it, and after cultivating it, the power was far above that of ordinary monks.

It's a pity that millions of years later, no one in the Cloud Mist Sect knows the goods, and they don't know the origin of this martial art.

It is rare to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion once, and the disciples are all rushing to all kinds of monk exercises, who will notice such a martial art?

Even if someone occasionally comes in and reads this booklet, and doesn't calm down and practice hard, it's useless, and they won't find out how powerful this exercise is.

With the dusty booklet, Ye Chuan left the Hidden Scripture Pavilion and went to the Armory Pavilion to select nine thin blades one inch long.

After hearing the news, several elders shook their heads and their faces were ugly, but Jinhua, who was thinking about how to attack Ye Chuan, laughed.

Entering Baoshan and returning empty-handed, isn't this an idiot?

Jinhua laughed, but in a blink of an eye, he remembered that Zhu Sijia would rather be with such an idiot and ignore himself, and he couldn't help but feel even more depressed.

You can lose to anyone, lose to Ye Chuan, a well-known and nominal senior brother, how can he raise his head in front of others in the future?

Jin Hua used force in his hand and smashed the wine glass in his hand, which frightened the maid in his arms. I feel unhappy, and no matter how good the wine is, it doesn't taste good.

"Young master, if you want that kid Ye Chuan to suffer a little bit of triviality, why don't we ......?"

The strategist standing on the side knew what Jin Hua was thinking, and took two steps forward and whispered a few words in his ear. Jinhua's eyes lit up with a gloomy face, and he laughed.

Hundreds of miles away, in the Xuanding Gate, which was far away from the Cloud Mist Sect, some people were also laughing.

"Hahaha, mortal body, mortal fetus, mortal life, entered the Armory Pavilion but took away a broom, and went to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion but chose a martial art. With such a big disciple, it would be difficult for the Cloud Mist Sect not to lose. It seems that the luck of the Cloud Mist Sect has really come to an end. ”

In a magnificent hall with two rows of bronze tripods, a giant man more than two meters tall had a cyan light between his mouth and nose, and he raised his head and laughed. After a long time, he looked at a crony kneeling below, and his face turned cold, "Xiao Wu, Ye Chuan's kid really only has a martial artist five?

"Back to the master, I have made it clear, and it is indeed correct. Xiao Wu replied.

"Hahaha, okay, continue to explore, and at the same time pay attention to the actions of the Five Escapes. The Cloud Mist Sect is finished, the overlord of this Cloud Mist Mountain Range belongs to our Xuanding Sect!"

The giant man laughed, and the ninety-nine bronze tripods in the hall buzzed at the same time, and the guards guarding the door felt a tingling pain in their eardrums, and their bodies turned over for a while. After a pause, the giant man's face turned cold, and he was still a little uneasy, "No, the deity still has to go to the Cloud Mist Sect to see the situation of the Cloud Mist Sect with his own eyes." Well, what kind of gift should I prepare for the Cloud Mist Sect?"

The giant man above the main hall suddenly pondered, and a pair of eyes with a cold light skyrocketed. It didn't take long for an evil smile to have an idea in his heart, and his smile was extremely cold and hideous.