Ever since Yan Yun entered the Hidden Gold Pavilion, Wutian has been in charge of delivering food to him.

At first, it was okay, and the mustard steamed buns sent every time could be eaten well, but the more he went to the back, Wutian found that Yan Yun was eating less and less. This is not common in Yan Yun. As a martial artist who has not long stepped into the martial arts, Yan Yun still has a great demand for food. But recently, there is always half of the boss left.

Wutian couldn't help but wonder if Yan Yun was sick. But if this person feels uncomfortable, why doesn't he snort twice? So, Wutian planned to go to the second floor to see Yan Yun's situation. On weekdays, he always closes and puts dishes in front of the attic door on the second floor.

I saw our little monk push open the door of the second floor of the Tibetan Golden Pavilion, poked out a small bald head, and looked inside. The second floor of the plain and neat Hidden Gold Pavilion had been completely messed up by Yan Yun. The books I have read are not in place, they are stacked on the side. Yajiao leaned a little lonely on the corner of the wall, and in the center of the second floor, Yan Yun was naked, sitting cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes and recuperating. Streams of heat kept surging from his body, a little sweat, flowing from the surface of his body. Sometimes he frowned, sometimes smiled, sometimes bitter.

Wutian was taken aback, this scene was very similar to what some people looked like when they were cultivating internal strength. Wutian only thought that Yan Yun didn't listen to Lu Wutong's words, and went to practice internal strength by himself.

Gone mad?! Wutian instantly thought of this word, and his heart was anxious. It's no wonder that he has no confidence in Yan Yun so much, he is really Yan Yun who is a monk halfway, and his understanding of martial arts is limited, so he can't help but think like this. was in a hurry, so he pushed Yan Yun and wanted to push him out of the state of "entering the demon".

It was also speechless, Wutian thought that Yan Yun didn't know anything about internal cultivation, but why didn't he himself half a bucket of water? Regardless of whether Yan Yun went crazy or not, when he was practicing internal strength, he was pushed by such an unsuspecting person, and if his luck went wrong, something big would happen.

But fortunately, Yan Yun is not going mad, nor is he practicing internal strength. He is just learning the sea and tempering his marksmanship in an imaginary way.

This is another benefit brought by the empowerment of the purple-clothed immortal, hundreds of exercises and tricks have broadened Yan Yun's sea of knowledge, so that he can practice the exercises in his mind as if he was there.

At this time, in his mind, on one side was the nameless fierce and decisive sword, and on the other side, there was a silver spear and a young man.

In the sea of knowledge, the competition is in full swing. Yan Yun didn't know the internal force that restrained him, so when Wutian pushed the door in, he would see white smoke rising from Yan Yun's body. And because Yan Yun tried repeatedly to crack the gun, there were victories and defeats, so sometimes he smiled, sometimes frowned.

However, Yan Yun didn't have anything to do here, but he was unlucky to rush to push Yan Yun's lawlessness. At this time, Yan Yun's whole person was full of internal forces, and Wutian's push stimulated these internal forces. A burst of energy blasted out, and Wutian's whole person flew out sideways, collapsing the two-story pavilion door and smashing it down.

Yan Yun only felt that his sea of consciousness collapsed instantly, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Wutian falling to the ground, and he stepped forward in surprise: "Wutian, what's your situation?" ”

Na Wutian covered his chest and secretly complained, but fortunately, since he learned to subdue the clutches of Vajra, he practiced every day. The physical fitness is not the same as before, otherwise, this Yan Yun was unintentionally shocked, and he was afraid that he would inflict internal injuries on Wutian.

Wutian looked at Yan Yun with a look of resentment: "Brother Lu told you not to practice internal skills, you secretly practiced here, and said me!" "He also thinks Yan Yun is practicing internal skills here.

Yan Yun roughly guessed what was going on, and explained to Wutian with a smile that he was meditating and practicing against Nameless, which is why he was like this.

Wutian looked at Yan Yun suspiciously: "Then you haven't practiced internal strength, how can you have internal strength?" ”

"Then I don't have internal strength, how can I achieve the three-grade realm?" Yan Yun replied, but suddenly remembered again. He had never told anyone about his opportunities in the fairyland. Indeed, I have 50 years of internal strength in my body, but I don't know any internal strength, and I can't understand this matter for others.

Yan Yun sighed a little, so he sat down on the spot and told Wutian about his encounter with Lu Wutong in the fairyland.

The boss of Wutian's small eyes looked at Yan Yun with some incredulity.

"Brother Lu is really an immortal!" Wutian was shocked.

"Does he look that bad?" Yan Yun teased.

"What about Zhu Guo? Do you still have it? Tiantian asked diligently.

Yan Yun smiled bitterly: "How can there be, it's not mine." ”

Wutian said goodbye with some pity. Suddenly, he thought of something: "Then have you figured out a way to crack it?" ”

Yan Yun grinned: "I have an idea, but I still need more practice if I want to succeed." ”

Wutian looked at Yan Yun curiously: "Show me?" ”

Yan Yun smiled, touched the little bald head of the lawless, looked at the door panel on the second floor that was damaged by internal force, and didn't know what to say. Should it be said that it is the nature of a child? Or is it a child's heart? If you have fun, you don't care about anything else.

Putting the door panel away and putting it aside, Yan Yun picked up the corner and rushed downstairs. There is a small open space in front of the Golden Pavilion, and in the center of the clearing, there is a coral stone for decoration. Yan Yun pointed at it, lightly grasped the handle of the Yajiao gun, and closed his eyes.

Wutian looked at Yan Yun, not knowing what he was doing, and at this time in Yan Yun's heart, the nameless figure was gradually outlined in front of his eyes, and the unsheathed long sword glowed with a slight cold light, and then ...... A sword stabs!

Yan Yunhu opened his eyes, and under the gaze of Wutian, the spear in his hand reached forward at an incredible speed.

Fast, decisive, not in the slightest mud and water, just like the nameless thorn!

With one shot, the spear pierced the craggy surface of the coral stone and plunged into the hard stone tire, leaving a deep hole in it. The shot was withdrawn, and the blade of the gun rubbed against the stone and let out a long, sharp howl, like a terrible birdsong.

Wutian was stunned, he had also seen Yan Yun practice martial arts many times, but he had never seen such a sharp shot in the Crouching Tiger Gun and the Coiled Snake Gun......

"What kind of marksmanship is this? What is your name? Wutian asked.

Yan Yun smiled: "It's not a marksmanship, and it doesn't have a name, it's just a simple prick." ”

Wutian was stunned: "Simple pricking a gun? ”

Yan Yun nodded, but he didn't explain the mystery of this shot to Wutian. Just like the sword that Nameless can't explain, it looks like an ordinary sword, but what it contains is Nameless's understanding of his own swordsmanship. And this understanding of one's own swordsmanship, first of all, must have a superhuman understanding of swordsmanship, and secondly, the accumulation of combat experience.

Yan Yun practiced with Nameless in the sea of knowledge hundreds of times, coupled with the continuous understanding of the marksmanship in his mind, before he condensed this gun. Although it looks like an ordinary spear, what it contains is Yan Yun's perception of the gun.

Yan Yun knew how many chances it would take to cultivate this gun, but Wutian, who didn't know the details, was surprised by Yan Yun's rapid progress. Although it was he and Lu Wutong who suggested that Yan Yun retreat in the Hidden Gold Pavilion, it had only been a few days, and there was such a breakthrough in marksmanship......

Thinking that the bohemian Lu Wutong was actually a celestial immortal, could it be that the stupid-looking Brother Yan turned out to be a genius?

Thinking about it, Wutian unconsciously looked around Yan Yun twice, and showed Yan Yun Mao.

"What for?" Yan Yun asked.

"I don't do anything, I just feel incredible." Wutian answered honestly.

And at this time, Lu Wutong walked over from the side with a brisk pace.

"Road...... Brother Lu! Wutian hesitated, not knowing whether to call Lu Xianren or eldest brother, but after thinking about it, he had always been called eldest brother before, and no one was to blame. Now that I know it, it's called an immortal, and it seems to be a little raw.

Lu Wutong smiled and touched Wutian's little bald head, looked at Yan Yun, and then his eyes lit up.

"Oh, you realize?"

Yan Yun smiled: "I have realized it, but it is not much, and it still needs to be tempered more." ”

Lu Wutong looked at the gun hole in the coral stone and nodded: "That's a coincidence, it just so happens that the matter you asked me to check has also been settled." ”

Yan Yun frowned, remembering that he had asked Lu Wutong to help investigate Zhang Shizhong's affairs.

"How's that, is there anything I need to look out for?" Yan Yun asked curiously.

Lu Wutong pretended to smile mysteriously, but did not answer positively: "Do you want to go to Fengyue Tower?" ”

Yan Yun was stunned, but he didn't know what kind of place this Fengyue Tower was. Wutian knew, his eyes widened on the side, and then his little face turned red.

It's not red. After all, Fengyue Tower, that's the Green Building......