Time flies.

Yang Jian stayed in the Ethereal Peak of Wanling Mountain for more than a month in the blink of an eye, during which he and Yun Lan went to the back mountain to find her so-called friends (a group of monkeys) to drink monkey wine and play, and practiced and boxed hard every day, of course, in addition to being bored, he could also go to the library of the Wanling Sword Sect to browse martial arts.

As a sect that cultivates the primordial gods, the martial arts in this library pavilion are only the usual leisure works of some elders of the sect, and they are not profound, so Yun Zhongtian readily agreed after listening to Yang Jian's request at that time.

After all, Yang Jian's strength was high, and the Ten Thousand Souls Sword Sect was at a critical moment when it was preparing to exterminate the Heavenly Demon Sect, Yun Zhongtian still had the heart to win over Yang Jian.

"Wow! Brother Erlang is so good! Brother Erlang is amazing!"

In a courtyard, Yun Lan watched Yang Jian in the field flying up and down with a long knife in his hand, so he couldn't help but cheer, and his little face was full of admiration and admiration.

After getting along for a period of time, Yang Jian's figure has been firmly imprinted in her mind unconsciously, and Yang Jian's masculine charm in every move is like a poison that makes her unable to extricate herself.

Hearing Yun Lan's scream, Yang Jian smiled slightly, jumped up violently, but slashed at a stone on the ground, and whispered softly: "Falling leaves!"

At this moment, his whole person's aura converged to the extreme, as if the leaves were falling silently on the stone, without a single sound, until Yang Jian landed steadily on the ground and withdrew the long knife in his hand, Yun Lan ran over strangely and asked, "Brother Erlang, what's the matter? Didn't you hit it just now?"

Yang Jian touched her head and said with a smile: "Look!"

As the words fell, the stone behind him disappeared in an instant, turning into powder in the sky.

Yun Lan's face was stunned, and her mouth opened incredibly: "This ...... What is this!?"

"This is meaning!" Yang Jian turned to look at the stone powder scattered in the air, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

These days, while constantly reminiscing about the sword that killed Jiaolong that day, he was flipping through various martial arts books in the library of the Ten Thousand Souls Sword Sect, hoping to comprehend the essence of that sword and create his own sword skills.

After more than a month, he finally had some insights, comprehended the knife intent on the knife, and created the knife just now: falling leaves!

The so-called sword intent is that the essence, energy, and spirit of the warrior when the knife is brought together, and the knife is integrated, and the knife is used to control the knife, and the knife in the hand seems to be given life, as natural and pure as the autumn sweeping leaves.

Hence the name "fallen leaves".

"Meaning?" Yun Lan's little face was blank: "What is that?"

"Haha, wait for Yun Lan to work harder, and the eldest brother will tell you!" Yang Jian rubbed Yun Lan's head again, and there was a hint of pampering in his eyes.

I don't know when he became very fond of rubbing his little sister's head, that slippery touch, as if he was doting on his sister!

Ay!

I don't know how Xiaobai is now!

And at this moment, a figure fell from a distance and came to the front of the two, it was the sword elder who had fought with Yang Jian before, seeing his arrival, Yang Jian smiled slightly: "Sword elder, what wind blew you here!"

Sword Elder snorted and said to Vivian, "Miss, the sect master is looking for you!"

Yun Lan was stunned for a moment, and then seemed to think of something, and smiled at Yang Jian: "Brother Erlang, that person will go to find Daddy, and I will play with you when I am free!"

Yang Jian's eyes flashed slightly, and he nodded with a smile.

Jian Lao didn't say anything more, and after arching his hand at Yang Jian, he took Yun Lan and flew into the distance with a wave of his hand.

"Looks like they're ready!"

Yang Jian looked at the figures of the two in the sky in the distance, his smile gradually faded, and after a moment of contemplation, he returned to the room, changed into a set of masked black clothes, and disappeared into this small courtyard in an instant.

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Ethereal Peak.

More than 1,000 feet above the ground, the dangerous peaks stand tall, the strange rocks are phosphorus, straight into the skyline mountainside, the momentum is like a dragon raising its head, the momentum is extraordinary.

Flying all the way, overlooking the feet, the white clouds are long, proud of the seven peaks, between the clouds and mist, the buildings poke out of the clouds and mist, like a hibiscus out of the water.

This is the core area of the Ten Thousand Souls Sword Sect, Ethereal Peak, and it is also the center of the entire Ten Thousand Souls Sword Sect.

Due to the darkness of night, Yang Jian was dressed in black and masked, and his body's aura was constricted to the extreme, so until he crouched on the roof of the council hall, no disciple found out.

This is thanks to the Qiankun Technique taught to him by Yuding Zhenren, although it cannot be regarded as a pure Yuan Shen cultivation method, but the kung fu cultivated by a golden immortal can be imagined, just refining the Qi Gathering Technique of the God Realm is not something that the Ten Thousand Souls Sword Sect can discover.

At this time, Yang Jian secretly removed the tile, revealing a gap, and looked over with bated breath.

In the main hall, Yun Zhongtian and the eight elders sat in front of Yun Lan, Yun Lan closed his eyes and breathed, as if he was sitting in preparation.

I don't know how long it took, Yun Lan slowly opened her eyes, her little face was full of happiness: "Daddy, this Spirit Void Grass is really useful, I feel like I can see it once!"

Yun Zhongtian, who was sitting cross-legged facing Yun Lan, looked happy: "How long can you watch it?"

"Well, it's about three breaths!" Yun Lan thought for a moment and said seriously: "No matter more, I will consume my soul energy!"

"Enough!" The excitement in Yun Zhongtian's eyes was overflowing, and the surrounding elders all showed excited expressions, except for Sword Elder.

"Miss, you wait and calculate the time, as soon as the three breaths arrive, stop watching immediately!" At this time, Jian Lao couldn't help but instruct.

This made Yang Jian, who was peeking on the roof, surprised, but he didn't expect this sword elder who usually treated him coldly to care so much about Yun Lan.

"Am I wrong to blame him?!"

Yang Jian's expression was strange, for a while, this old man didn't give him a good look, at first he thought that the other party was because he punched him last time, and it wasn't until later that he was sure that this was a narrow-minded old bastard.

Therefore, these days, he also ignores this old guy, and just wants to wait for the time to take Yun Lan away, but now, this old man doesn't seem to be so unkind!

"Don't worry, Uncle Sword, I'll pay attention!"

After Yun Lan finished speaking, she looked at her father's expectant gaze, and then closed her eyes again, this time, her body slowly floated, and then with a non-existent turntable appeared behind her, her glorious forehead suddenly cracked a slit, and then under Yang Jian's shocked gaze, a white eyeball was revealed.

"Sky Eye !?"

Yang Jian's heart set off a monstrous wave, but in the next second, he saw this white eyeball shoot out an illusory light, and gradually formed a somewhat blurry picture in front of everyone.