At the end of the sword mound.

Yang Yan looked at the stone wall that was as hard as iron in front of him, and fell into deep thought.

What is very special about this stone wall is that its surface is full of words, and it is the same word-

Hide!

However, the style of each "Tibetan" character is different, not only the shape of the strokes is different, but also the depth is also very different.

Even if it's the same word, each stroke is very different, as if the words written by different people are broken down into one stroke and then recombined into a complete character.

What's even more concerning is that Yang Yan can clearly feel that every stroke of these "hidden" characters contains a kind of sword intent.

Some are so sharp that they will sting their eyes at a glance, some are calm and introverted, and they seem to be ordinary but actually hide murderous intentions, and some are as carefree as the wind and do whatever they want, and so on.

There are hundreds of different sword intents that Yang Yan can distinguish, and there are some sword intents that are relatively faint or relatively similar, but there are almost no identical sword intents that exist more than two strokes.

Especially between the strokes of each "hidden" character, the sword intent contained in it is completely different, and there is not even anything similar.

With Yang Yan's eyesight and reasonable speculation, he came to two conclusions by observing the stone wall.

1. Although there are differences between the strokes of each "Tibetan" character, it should have been written by the same person.

In other words, each Tibetan character represents a person who came here and left a complete handwriting.

2. There are a total of seventeen strokes in Tibetan characters, each stroke represents a kind of sword intent, which is a test for those who enter the sword mound.

It means that he must use seventeen different sword intents to carve a complete "hidden" character on this stone wall in order to obtain the hidden sword magic technique!

Yang Yan's premonition at the beginning was not wrong, the master of the sword mound spent so much effort to collect the swords of many powerful venerable figures, and buried them in the sword mound, it was not enough to eat and support.

If he hadn't comprehended the sword intent of those Venerable Sword Tombs outside, even if Yang Yan came here, he would only be deterred.

Rumble!

Yang Yan rose to the sky, and when he reached the top of the stone wall, he pointed at the sword, and the sword qi shot out, quickly waved, and began to write.

Peerless Sword Intent, Life Sword Intent, Unyielding Sword Intent, Proud Sword Intent, Killing Sword Intent, Light Spirit Sword Intent, Easy Sword Intent、...... Idealistic sword intent!

In an instant, seventeen different sword intents were constantly changing at Yang Yan's fingertips, skillful and free, without stagnation.

The whole process does not exceed two breaths, and it is smooth.

Trample!

The sun fell lightly to the ground, and his clothes flew up.

At the top of the stone wall, there is a word "hidden" that surpasses all the handwriting, the pen walks the dragon and snake, lifelike, seventeen different kinds of sword intent brilliance flows, shining brightly, domineering, as if the king is in the world!

"Good words!" Bing Ruoyan exclaimed sincerely, with a slight brilliance in his eyes.

Yan'er at that moment really looks like him once was!

The same pride!

Just as chic!

The same elegance is unique!

She even mistook him for a moment for a moment, and the sound of Yang Yan landing sounded before she pulled her thoughts back to reality.

Yang Yan looked up at the shining word "Tibet", nodded with satisfaction, and looked at Shizun.

Bing Ruoyan naturally understood what he meant, although she was not interested in the "Hidden Sword Divine Technique", but she would not refuse to leave a name with Yang Yan.

Smiling slightly, the fragrant breeze crossed the tip of Yang Yan's nose, and Bing Ruoyan was like a goddess of the Nine Heavens who had returned from the wind, dancing and flying into the sky, and came to a position that was level with Yang Yan.

The white and flawless slender jade fingers dotted the void, close to the word "hidden", a word of general size, and even the depth of each stroke was exactly the same, and it was flush with it.

Call!

The fragrant breeze was blowing, and Bing Ruoyan fell next to Yang Yan, her beautiful eyes smiled, and her voice was like a heavenly voice: "How about the words for the teacher?"

“...... Belch. Yang Yan had been staring at the process of her writing, his face was expressionless, but his eyes gradually became subtle, and when he heard this question at this moment, he didn't know how to answer.

Bing Ruoyan's words are naturally very beautiful, every stroke and every stroke is wonderful, and the sword intent contained in it is even more natural and unfathomable, I am afraid that the owner of the sword mound will be reincarnated, and it will be difficult to find any flaws.

What's even more commendable is that each of her sword intents is different from Yang Yan, but it can complement the word "hidden" written by him, if his "hidden" is still small in the eyes of someone with very vicious eyes, it does not exist now.

In other words, that lack has been perfectly turned into an advantage.

These two words, one has the spirit of the emperor who reigns over the world, and the other has the beauty of the immortal beyond the mundane, which complement each other.

Approaching the top of the stone wall, surpassing all beings, giving people an illusion, as if this is not a word, but a fairy couple with wings and wings.

Yang Yan was speechless that what Bing Ruoyan carved was not the word "Tibet", but the word "sword", which was obviously more compatible than the two words "Tibet".

But the question is, so many predecessors wrote the word "Tibet", can you be recognized for writing the word "sword", Master?

Even if you don't bother with the glyphs, in terms of strokes, the word "sword" is only fifteen strokes, and there are two paintings missing!

If Ye Yuning dared to be so skinny, Yang Yan would have to reprimand her fiercely, but the object was his master, and Yang Yan could only choke speechlessly.

His heart is like a mirror, Bing Ruoyan wrote this "sword" not for the sake of "Hidden Sword Magic Technique", but purely out of interest.

"Huh, what is this?" At this time, a pleasant voice sounded on the other side, Yang Yan turned his head slightly, and Shui Nianyu was looking at the stone wall curiously with Shui Lingling's eyes.

She also came here, about a quarter of an hour slower than Yang Yan and the others.

Glancing left and right, she was the only one, and Yang Yan asked, "You sent Yu Ning out?"

Shui Nianyu nodded and said, "The breath of death is too fierce, I'm afraid she won't be able to bear it." ”

Yang Yan was clear, Shui Nianyu pulled his sleeve and urged: "You haven't told me yet, why are there so many strange words on it?"

"Use seventeen different sword intents to carve the word 'hidden' on it, and you can see the inheritance of the "Hidden Sword Divine Technique", do you want to try it?"

"That's right. Shui Nianyu nodded as if he didn't understand, and his eyes were quickly attracted by the two dazzling words at the top of the stone wall.

Without it, these two words are not only extraordinary, too flawless, but also too maverick!

"Did you write these two words?" Shui Nianyu turned his head to look at Yang Yan, his eyes shining.

For some reason, Yang Yan always had a bad premonition, and asked vigilantly, "What do you want to do?"

"Stone wall lettering, you don't have to write the word 'hidden'. Shui Nianyu tilted his head, looked at him, and said seriously.

"Of course not!" Yang Yan sternly rejected the conclusion she had come up with nowhere.

Shui Nianyu pointed to the most maverick word "sword", and chuckled: "Didn't your master just write other words?"

Yang Yan said lightly: "Master has no intention of the "Hidden Sword Divine Technique", are you too?"

"I'm not. Shui Nianyu shook his head, blinked, and said, "But how do you know that you must write the word 'hidden' and not other words?" I think that as long as there are no less than seventeen kinds of sword intent, it will do. ”

Yang Yan was stunned for a moment, yes, the master of the sword mound left the "Hidden Sword Divine Formula" as a inheritance, and set up this stone wall for the talent and understanding of the descendants of the school.

Comprehending seventeen different sword intents from the Venerable Sword Tomb is the point, and as for what words are written, it doesn't seem to be too much of a point to pay attention to.

Yang Yan found that he had walked into a misunderstanding of thinking, because the people in front of him all wrote the word "hidden", so he subconsciously thought that the word "hidden" had to be written to be useful, but in fact, was this really the case?

Just as Yang Yan was pondering, Shui Nianyu had already risen into the air and came to the highest point of the stone wall, waving his white jade fingers as if dancing.

A little, flush with "hidden" and "sword", close to the word "sword" to the right there are two more smart and elegant words.

"God"!

And "訣"!

Like a fairy, it makes people rejoice at a glance.

"How is it?" Shui Nianyu's cheerful voice interrupted Yang Yan's musings.

Looking up, the corners of Yang Yan's eyes twitched slightly, and his inner thoughts could no longer be easily described.

These two women, none of them play according to the routine, and even one is more elusive than the other, Shizun has created a new genre, but two strokes are missing.

Not to be outdone, Shui Nianyu not only carried forward the new genre, but also wrote two words by one person, but also happened to have two more strokes.

It's simply amazing!

If it weren't for the harmony between them, and if they weren't ordinary women who liked to compete with each other, Yang Yan would have thought that they were secretly competing.

But fortunately, it didn't make Yang Yan speechless for long, and after a while, the stone wall slowly descended, and it actually sank into the ground, revealing the cave hidden behind it.

Suddenly, an extremely rich breath of death poured out like a mountain gorge bursting its embankment, Yang Yan's pupils contracted, and he subconsciously pulled the second daughter back.

When this dead silence was vented, the three of them approached the cave again, and when they saw the scene inside, they couldn't help but be slightly frightened.

Inside the cave, there is a dark gray lake of unknown depth, and the atmosphere of death around it is much richer than the sword mound outside the cave, and the silence oppresses people's hearts throbbing.

The three of them knew very well that the lake was not real water, but a dead breath that had been condensed into liquid to the extreme, and the entire gray lake had no life at all.

Yang Yan's face was slightly gloomy, he glanced at the second daughter, and said solemnly: "I'm afraid that the Hidden Sword Divine Technique is at the bottom of this lake." ”

"Do you want to go down?" Shui Nianyu bit her red lip and gave Hou Yangyan an inquiring look.

It's not that she's afraid, she's not even afraid of the origin of the ghost qi, and naturally she's not scared by this gray lake, what she's worried about is Yang Yan.

After all, his cultivation was much lower than his own, and this gray lake gave her a very dangerous touch, once she entered, she was afraid that she would not be able to care about Yang Yan.

Yang Yan's eyes stared at the gray lake that seemed to be calm, and said firmly: "Let's go down." ”

Shui Nianyu's eyes flickered, and he heard Bing Ruoyan next to him say softly: "I'll go down with you." ”

She didn't hesitate any longer, and took the lead towards the gray lake.