Although he got Ye Qingxuan's guidance, Yuan Zhen didn't care about it at this time, in addition to doing morning and evening homework all day, he also had to spare part of his time to feed King Kong, and then Yuan Zhen put almost all the remaining time in the dining hall.

The dining hall in the Yuxu Palace is naturally extraordinary, less of the liveliness of a vulgar restaurant, but more of a Taoist tranquility and peace.

Believers naturally have to pay a certain fee to eat here, otherwise just to supply such a huge flow of people to eat and drink, Ye Qingxuan will have to pay for selling pants.

At this time, Yuan Zhenzheng looked at the two female laymen eating and drinking in front of him with some resentment, these two female laymen came to the Yuxu Palace about six or seven days ago.

However, after six or seven days of hard work, these two female laymen ate all over his dining hall, and then what made Yuan Zhen even more unacceptable was that these two female laymen actually ate the overlord meal, and they looked like they should be!

You must know that the job of eating overlord meals was Yuan Zhen's old business before, and it was really unacceptable for others to do this on their own territory at this time.

But at this time, as a Taoist priest in the Jade Void Palace, pilgrims came to the door, and because they were two delicate women, Yuan Zhen was naturally not easy to drive people away, so after being indignant, when he decided to inform Ye Qingxuan at this time, ask him to decide one or two.

Out of the hall, Yuan Zhen walked in the direction of the martial arts arena in the backyard, according to Ye Qingxuan's habits in the past few days, at this time he should be in the martial arts arena to learn martial arts with Qingyuan Dao Chang.

Sure enough, before he approached the martial arts arena, Yuan Zhen heard the sound of a strong wind whistling from the backyard.

"Qingyuan, just now your trick is a little bad!" Standing on the sidelines, Ye Qingxuan looked at the little Taoist priest of Qingyuan who was practicing the Wudang Dust Brushing Skill in the field.

Qingyuan Little Taoist is worthy of being a martial arts wizard, except for his own cultivation of the Great Cave True Sutra has already entered the acquired consummation, only after breaking the second vein of Ren Du to condense the innate true qi, he can step into the innate realm, even the Wudang Dust Blowing Skill that he got from Ye Qingxuan not long ago is practiced well at this time.

After instructing his own junior disciples, Ye Qingxuan planned to take advantage of the past few days to pass on the thirteen swords of the Divine Gate, after all, the higher his junior and younger disciples' martial arts, it would also be beneficial to the Yuxu Palace, otherwise every time a strong enemy came to the door, he would have to take action himself, so how could he have the prestige of being in charge?

Holding his breath and concentrating, Ye Qingxuan held a long sword in his hand and practiced the thirteen swords of the Divine Gate one by one, and for a while, he saw that Ye Qingxuan seemed to have turned into a cyan whirlwind in the martial arts arena.

The Thirteen Swords of the Divine Gate originally paid attention to a decisive and accurate sword, and when it came to the battle, it was necessary to stab the Shenmen point on the enemy's wrist with the long sword in his hand, how difficult it was.

Opportunities are often fleeting, so the Thirteen Swords of the Divine Gate are essentially a swordsmanship that pursues speed and accuracy.

In the field, the long sword in Ye Qingxuan's palm seemed to turn into a dazzling cold light, so fast that people couldn't see the trajectory of his sword clearly.

However, the little Taoist priest of Qingyuan still watched carefully with a serious face.

Counting this time, this is the time that Ye Qingxuan has been practicing the Thirteen Swords of the Divine Gate for Qing Yuan to watch for five consecutive days, and as for the swordsmanship cheats, it has already been passed on to Qing Yuan.

In addition to practicing the thirteen swords of the Divine Gate every day, in addition to teaching Qingyuan sword moves, Ye Qingxuan himself also benefited a lot, as if every time he practiced, he could comprehend new things from the sword moves.

You must know that the martial arts produced by the system, Ye Qingxuan will inevitably master it to the state of Great Perfection when he looks at it for the first time.

But this Great Perfection is only talking about the proficiency of the moves, if you want to find new application methods from the moves, you naturally need Ye Qingxuan to study and practice hard.

At this time, the sword in Ye Qingxuan's palm in the martial arts arena was getting faster and faster, and the fast sword drove his figure, which made Qingyuan, who was watching on the sidelines, feel a little dazzled.

At the beginning, Qing Yuan could still vaguely distinguish the trajectory of Ye Qingxuan's sword, and the trajectory of that Dao Xuanxuan corresponded to the sword moves that he had already memorized silently in his heart, which really benefited him a lot.

But the sword in Ye Qingxuan's hand is getting faster and faster, and even gradually no longer sticking to sword moves, the more he looks at it, the more confused the little Taoist priest Qingyuan on the sidelines becomes, and unconsciously substitutes himself into the field, thinking in his heart how he will react if he faces the sword in Ye Qingxuan's palm at this time.

"Senior brother's sword is scattered at this time, I'm afraid it should be easy to deal with, right!?" Qingyuan Little Daoist secretly pondered in his heart, not mentioning it for the time being.

In the middle of the field, Ye Qingxuan was dancing with a sword at this time, but he was thoughtful in his heart.

During the five days of continuous sword practice, he became more and more proficient in the sword methods taught to him by the system, whether it was the basic sword movement moves such as pointing, picking, stabbing, wiping, cutting, splitting, etc., or the subtle moves among the thirteen swords of the Shenmen, after training at this time, he had already memorized them by heart.

Although it cannot be said that his swordsmanship has reached perfection, the term "entering the room" is still appropriate for Ye Qingxuan at this time.

It is precisely because he has a certain understanding of swordsmanship or the blade of the sword that Ye Qingxuan has an understanding, "The Thirteen Swords of the Divine Gate pay attention to the speed and accuracy of the sword, and every time the sword is aimed at the Shenmen point of the enemy's wrist, the thirteen sword styles are all in the service of this."

But if I can anticipate the enemy's opportunity before I use my sword and then stab the enemy's divine gate with a sword in my hand, then maybe the sword in my hand no longer needs to be stuck with sword moves, or I only need to use the sword to accompany the exquisite sword moves!"

Thinking of this, Ye Qingxuan's sword move in his hand changed, trying to stop being stuck with sword moves, but wanted to use the sword according to his own ideas, so as to stab the Shenmen acupoint of his imaginary enemy.

However, he understands the truth, but he may not be able to transform this truth into moves, so Ye Qingxuan's every move fell in the eyes of the Qingyuan little Taoist on the sidelines, and it became "The moves are scattered and have no attack power." ”

Ye Qingxuan looked up and saw that his junior brother was puzzled, so he shook his head with a smile, and at the same time used a skill, and picked up the scabbard under his feet, and saw that the scabbard crossed a beautiful arc in the air, and then fell towards the head of the little Taoist priest of Qingyuan with great accuracy.

"Senior brother!" Qingyuan Little Daoist smiled helplessly, then swept the scabbard aside with the dust in his palm, and then said lightly, "Please also ask Senior Brother for advice!"

Immediately, the little Taoist priest of Qingyuan jumped into the arena and fought with Ye Qingxuan.

According to the past, Ye Qingxuan only needed to use the Thirteen Swords of the Divine Gate, and the move pointed to the flaws in the dust brushing skill, and he could easily win.

But today, Ye Qingxuan has changed his style in the past, and the sword in his palm always does not follow the rules, as if he wants to jump out of the thirteen swords of the Divine Gate, but when Qingyuan attacks fiercely, Ye Qingxuan will use one or two swordsmanship among the thirteen swords of the Divine Gate.

"For the Wudang Dust Brushing Skill used by my junior brother at this time, I am naturally very familiar with it!" Ye Qingxuan thought in his heart while fighting with Qingyuan, "If you follow my previous thoughts, when you use the sword, you will only be able to find flaws and start with the sword, and then you can no longer stick to swordsmanship and break the enemy with one sword."

However, even if I am facing the Wudang Dust Brushing Skill that I am familiar with at this time, every time a flaw appears, the sword in my hand cannot completely escape the flaw and break the dust of my junior brother, let alone meet those kung fu that I am completely unfamiliar with, so what should I do?"