The next morning, the sun was shining, but a piece of news detonated the entire Ninth Peak like a bomb.

There was a suspected big battle in the residence of Li Tianhu, the first master of the ninth peak, and the courtyard was in shambles, among which Li Tianhu and his eight men were all missing.

This is definitely shocking news, Li Tianhu's nine people are the most powerful disciples of the Ninth Peak, especially Li Tianhu, who is about to step into the inner gate.

And such a powerful nine people disappeared overnight, especially since there was a big war in the place where they lived, which can't help but make people think about it.

At this moment, all the outer disciples on the Ninth Peak were talking about it, and almost every corner was discussing this matter.

And when their attention was locked on this matter, they didn't realize that the first waste of the ninth peak had returned here.

Ye Nan was slowly walking on a path at this moment, although after killing Li Tianhu and a few others, he had the strength to live in a place where the spiritual energy was strong on the top of the mountain, but he did not do so.

Although Li Tianhu is now eliminated, Ye Tianzhao, the mastermind behind him, is safe and sound. Especially Ye Nan had killed several Yunying people before, and it was beneficial and harmless to keep a low profile at the moment.

"Fortunately, Li Tianhu and these guys have left a lot of medicinal herb resources, which is enough for me to hand in this miscellaneous task!"

Ye Nan is going to the Miscellaneous Service Pavilion to pay the miscellaneous service task at this moment, and today is also the last deadline for him to pay the task.

The ninth peak is basically full of outer disciples, and only the Miscellaneous Service Pavilion has an old man from the Sword Casting Sect in charge.

At this moment, Ye Nan picked a secluded path to move forward, and after turning around, he came to an attic.

The loft is a bit dilapidated, but it's bustling with activity. The outer disciples came in and out, and it was very noisy.

When Ye Nan saw this scene, he sighed helplessly, and could only step forward at the moment.

Ye Nan's cultivation is not high, but his reputation as the first waste of the ninth peak is extremely loud. At this moment, when he stepped out, he instantly attracted the attention of some outer disciples.

"Huh, this guy is back! And he has been promoted to become a Triple Martial Artist of Body Refining!"

"Hehe, maybe I came back after hearing the news of Li Tianhu and the others' disappearance!"

“......”

Many outer disciples pointed at Ye Nan, their expressions ranging from disdain, ridicule, indifference, and so on.

Ye Nan's mood was calm, he didn't care about these, and in the midst of everyone's discussions, he walked into the miscellaneous service pavilion.

There were more people in the Miscellaneous Pavilion, and there was a long line in front of the counter. Behind the counter, there were several outer disciples who were collecting the miscellaneous tasks paid by everyone while recording them in an orderly manner.

Ye Nan touched his nose, but he didn't want to be special, so he was also lined up with everyone at the moment.

"This Miscellaneous Pavilion is really busy!" Ye Nan looked at the long queue in front of him, and couldn't help but be a little bored.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Ye Nan's gaze froze in one place, and his originally calm eyes were stunned and then burst into monstrous waves.

In the corner of this miscellaneous pavilion, an old man sat peacefully.

The old man had gray hair, an old face, and no spiritual power fluctuations on his body, and at this moment he was quietly lying on the desk and drawing something with a pen.

Ye Nan naturally knew that this old man was the only true sword-forging person in the Ninth Peak, and what he cared about at this moment was not this old man, but what the old man painted.

"It's ......"

Seeing the crooked, ant-crawling pattern, Ye Nan's pupils shrank again and again.

"Spirit...... Spirit Pattern !!"

Ye Nan couldn't believe that he had actually seen a spirit pattern in this miscellaneous service pavilion, and it was just painted by someone.

At that moment, Ye Nan walked out of the team quickly, and came to another long line closer to the old man, and watched carefully.

"It's really a spirit pattern!"

Ye Nan stared at those patterns closely, and immediately felt that those ugly and crooked lines were slowly enlarged in front of his eyes, and they kept circulating.

"This spirit pattern is so strange!"

Ye Nan found that this spirit pattern was not the same as the one on the ball before, the spirit pattern on the ball had been damaged, but this spirit pattern was intact.

"What a mysterious vein!"

Ye Nan couldn't draw the spirit pattern on the ball before, but at this moment, Ye Nan tried to remember this spirit pattern in his mind.

Several outer disciples behind the counter recorded the miscellaneous tasks quickly, and the long queue slowly shortened, but only Ye Nan, who was at the back of the most turbulent place, remained motionless and stood still on the spot.

"Whew, whew!"

With a little bit of spirit pattern in his mind, Ye Nan's face slowly became pale and bloodless, and his back was even drenched with sweat.

Ye Nan had seen the power of the spirit pattern before, and he would naturally not let go of the opportunity in front of him at this moment.

Ye Nan didn't have time to think about why the old man was able to draw spirit patterns, and now he only had the spirit patterns that kept circling in his eyes.

After a full stick of incense, Ye Nan's body trembled violently, and then he suddenly came to his senses.

"Remember! I finally remembered!!"

Ye Nan's body seemed to be soaked in water, his face was as pale as paper, and there was a streak of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. But at this moment, his eyes were brighter than ever, and the slightest luster of excitement shone in his eyes.

"Next!"

With an indifferent voice coming, Ye Nan was suddenly alarmed, looked up and looked ahead, only to see that the outer disciples in front of him had all paid their dues, and now it was his turn.

"Next!" As the impatient voice of the outer disciple came again, Ye Nan slowly stepped forward.

After counting the breath, Ye Nan completed the miscellaneous service task and walked out of the miscellaneous service pavilion. And before leaving, he couldn't help but take a deep look at the old man and the spirit pattern.

The old man was still alone, indulging in his own world.

It wasn't until Ye Nan walked out of the attic that the old man's originally calm pen tip suddenly trembled, and the corners of the old man's mouth pulled out a bitter smile, shook his head and sighed:

"I failed, it's the first time in these twenty years! I can see my spirit pattern, it's the first time in these twenty years!"

While muttering to himself, the old man put down his long pen and looked in the direction where Ye Nan left, and the essence of Taoism bloomed in his cloudy eyes:

"It's really interesting little guy to be able to write down my spirit pattern!"

Regarding the old man's situation at the moment, Ye Nan didn't know what to do. At this moment, he walked slowly on the path, his body extremely tired.

"Writing down a spirit pattern makes me exhausted, it's really enough!"

Ye Nan smiled bitterly, now he was out of strength, especially his head was buzzing, as if it was about to explode, and he was in pain.

And at this moment, Ye Nan didn't notice that on the path he had just walked, a figure appeared there.

This figure was a young man, dressed in black and completely different from the gray robe on the outer door, at this moment he looked at Ye Nan's disappearing back, thoughtfully:

"This waste has actually returned, and it has also been promoted to the third level of body refining! I want to tell Brother Zhao this news!"

Muttering to himself, the man in black stopped and walked briskly down the mountain.