"Master, I have already arranged for the people, and all regions and states will closely observe their every move, and as soon as there is news, I will report to you in time. Gu Yulin also knew the seriousness of this matter, why did the "Duck Feather", the bounty hunter organization that suddenly appeared, want to kill the people who came to participate in the selection of the Sword Sect.

Bounty hunters are a group of blood-licking outlaws who don't care about the power of the person they kill, and as long as their employer can pay a commission to match it, they will take on the task. But according to Gu Yulin's understanding, "Duck Feather" is by no means as simple as it seems on the surface, and there must be more forces involved, so when he gathered information, he made countermeasures as soon as possible.

"Well, you are becoming more and more rigorous in doing things, the master is very pleased, there is one thing you have to remember, don't fall behind in cultivation. Ye Chaoyang nodded and said to Gu Yulin, who was standing behind him.

"Master, don't worry, I won't let you down. "Gu Yulin was born in Changzhou, Northern Regions, since the governor, he has been living on the streets alone, was rescued by Ye Chaoyang, and brought into the Sword Sect, he was only six years old at that time, Ye Chaoyang is in his mind, both a master and a father. Since he came to the Sword Sect, he has worked harder and harder.

"I don't worry if you do things, I brought you back a junior brother, you have time to contact more. Ye Chaoyang smiled and nodded, he was very important to Gu Yulin, and he was able to entrust such an important task to him, in addition to being important, it was more important to cultivate him as the next peak master of Cloud Shadow Peak.

"Master, it's been a long time since I've seen you so happy, this little junior brother is not simple. Gu Yulin knew the temperament of the master, except for the appearance of this smile on the little junior sister, he had never seen the master have such an expression when talking about other people, and even he was a little jealous of the little junior brother in the master's mouth.

"Ziying went there, why didn't I see her when I came back?" Ye Chaoyang also had a headache for his daughter, who had lost his mother's love since she was a child, so he loved her in every way, responded to her requests, and couldn't bear to be hurt in any way, she has developed an eccentric temperament since she was a child, and she has left a "lot of notoriety" in Yunying Peak and even the Sword Sect.

"I was still here just now, maybe I left quietly after seeing you coming!" Gu Yulin, like his master, was helpless against his little junior sister, since he was a child, he carried a lot of black pots for her, he was scolded countless times, and he was warned by various peaks many times, every time he thought of it, his handsome cheeks were like a ruined eggplant, listless.

Ye Chaoyang shook his head with a wry smile, stood in the attic and looked at the grass and trees in the distance, and a woman who was also wearing a cyan robe appeared in front of him. Gu Yulin quietly retreated, he knew that the master had a knot in his heart that was difficult to untie, but he didn't know how to comfort him, he sighed and disappeared into the attic.

Guanxin Lake.

The water of the lake is crystal clear, and a waterfall crashes against the reef on the shore of the lake, pouring down like a nine-day milky way, and the splashes are scattered among the shrubs, although they are perennially surrounded by the lake

soaked, but the shrubs did not show any decay, but grew lush and green.

What catches your eye is a large patch of hibiscus in various forms, competing with each other in the sun, some budding to be released, some opening two or three petals, some all in full bloom, and some like slim girls. The layers of lotus leaves spread out, connecting with the blue sky of the Sword Sect, and under the sunshine, it looks particularly charming. A gust of wind passed over the lotus leaves, sending wisps of fragrance.

A young man in a cyan robe walked towards Guanxin Lake, with a bronzed complexion, a resolute face, long black hair as black as ink was restrained by a cyan ribbon, and a strand of long hair on his temples naturally fell, which was the Sikong Haoran who Yun Yingfeng comprehended the sword intent in the eleven stone swords.

With this realization, he had a deeper understanding of the sword intent, and the sword intent was constantly repeated and practiced in his mind. It's just that the sword intent in the eleven stone swords is broad and profound, majestic and profound, and it can be comprehended in a day's work, and in just a few hours, the recovered soul power is consumed very little, and he needs a more upper-level soul technique to make up for his own shortcomings.

Sikong Haoran stood by the Guanxin Lake, looking at the majestic seven-story Sword Pavilion in front of him, faintly feeling that the Sword Pavilion exuded a powerful soul fluctuation, as well as the hidden formation aura, he suppressed the excitement in his heart, and walked towards the Sword Pavilion step by step.

The moment he walked into the Sword Pavilion, the powerful soul fluctuations were even more terrifying than what he felt by the Guanxin Lake, and even with a trace of soul coercion, a breath swept past him the moment Sikong Haoran walked into the Sword Pavilion, and then disappeared, and he saw the sword mark on the back of his left hand emitting a faint light.

Sikong Haoran muttered in his heart: "The Sword Sect is worthy of being the first sect in the Hengduan Continent, the formation in this Sword Pavilion alone makes people shudder, if others break in, they will be wiped out the moment they step into the Sword Pavilion." ”

At the corner of the first floor of the Sword Pavilion, there was a raunchy old man lying on a bench dozing off, Sikong Haoran walked over, leaned over and said to the old man: "Senior, I am a new inner disciple of Cloud Shadow Peak, come to the Sword Pavilion to choose a collection of books?"

The old man didn't seem to hear Sikong Haoran speak, he fell asleep by himself, and snored from time to time, Sikong Haoran shook his head, so he walked forward, just as he stepped forward, an invisible enchantment blocked his way, and he couldn't catch off guard, his nose hit the enchantment, and a sharp pain surged from his eyes, looking at the sleeping old man, grinning.

"You put the sword mark in your hand on the barrier, and you can pass, don't wake up the Void Elder. ”

A tactful and crisp voice like a spring tinkling came from behind Sikong Haoran, a cyan robe out of the dust like a fairy, proud and independent, black and soft green silk like a waterfall clinging to his slender waist, bones like white jade and green onions, like the first lotus falling rainbow, bright eyes and bright teeth, red lips are not dotted and red.

This beautiful figure walked past Sikong Haoran, and then went up to the second floor of the Sword Pavilion and disappeared in front of his eyes. Rubbing his nose, he whispered, "Second Senior Brother."

Why is it so unreliable?" How did he know that the second senior brother Long Qianyu was suffering from the "devastation" of the little junior sister at the moment.

Gently bypassing the sleepy Void Elder, he came to the first floor of the Sword Pavilion, where the dazzling array of books was wrapped in layers of transparent enchantments, floating in the middle of each grid of the bookshelf, and on the side of the bookshelf, a "yellow" character was engraved on it.

The Hengduan Continent Exercise is divided into four levels: "Heaven, Earth, Xuan, and Yellow," and each level is divided into three grades: "Lower, Middle, and Upper", and the soul method taught to him by Sikong Xuan is already the upper grade of the Yellow Rank, and Sikong Haoran did not continue to go deeper, but walked towards the second layer.

Most of the sword sect's holdings are already sword tricks, and he doesn't know if there will be a soul spell in the sword pavilion, Sikong Haoran searched carefully on the second layer, and did not find the existence of a soul spell in this vast point of light, and couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

He didn't give up, but continued to walk towards the third layer, and with each step, the pressure on his body increased, but this coercion was not enough for him to fear.

"Huh!"

Sikong Haoran saw the girl he met on the first floor, and at this time she was also looking in the direction where Sikong Haoran was, and then turned her head indifferently. He didn't care, and his soul power went like a tidal wave towards the barrier floating in the bookshelf grid.

Time flies like a white horse, Sikong Hao lay down in front of a bookshelf in a daze, rubbed his forehead, exhausted all his soul power and still didn't find what he needed, could it be that the Sword Sect's collection of 50,000 years didn't even have a soul recipe?

Sikong Haoran sat on the ground without any image, wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, panting, and his face was pale. Suddenly, in the corner of the bookshelf, an inconspicuous black stone caught his eye.

Picking up the black stone in the corner, he didn't find anything else special, but it wasn't an ordinary thing to be placed on the third layer, and he poked the black stone in his palm with a trace of soul power that had just recovered.

"Hum... Buzz!"

The moment Sikong Haoran's soul power came into contact, the black stone broke free from his hand and floated in front of his forehead, and a torrent of words surged towards his ocean of soul power like a mudslide, and the two big words "soul decision" appeared in his mind.

Sikong Haoran's eyes were torn, the pain was unbearable, the green tendons on his neck were bulging, and his whole face was twisted together due to pain, looking extremely hideous and terrifying.

The black stone and Sikong Haoran hung in a corner of the third floor, not bringing any abnormality to the surroundings, he found that his hands and feet could not move a minute, but his consciousness was never clear, the black stone glowing in front of his forehead continued, the severe pain made him want to cry out loudly, but unfortunately every part of his body seemed to be indifferent as if he had not heard his command, this kind of pain is not a person who has experienced it personally, and he can't feel how heartbroken this pain is.

"Click!"

Cracks appeared on the surface of the black stone, and as the last glimmer of light disappeared, it finally turned into a pile of black as if he had finally completed his last mission

The stones fell to the ground along with Sikong Haoran, and Sikong Haoran couldn't bear this huge torrent of words, and his body collapsed and fell into a coma in the corner of the third layer.

On the first floor of the Sword Pavilion, Elder Wuxu, who was dozing on the bench, suddenly opened his eyes, and a pair of black eyes appeared in the figure of Sikong Haoran who was unconscious in the corner of the third floor, looking at the stones shattered beside him, and a bright smile appeared on his raunchy face, "Old friend, I have found a successor for you." He closed his eyes, and then he snorted again.

"Uh-huh!"

I don't know how long it took, a heart-rending headache woke Sikong Haoran from his coma. With a painful snort, he shook his head, rubbed his forehead lightly with one hand, slowly propped himself up with the other, and a few slight rolls attracted his attention.

Looking at the few black stones under his feet, the majestic and profound words in the ocean of soul power, and the word "soul decision" exuding a mysterious and unpredictable atmosphere, symbolizing that all this is happening in reality.

Although the "Soul Decision" did not show the rank, Sikong Haoran knew that it was definitely not simple, he wanted to laugh out loud, he wanted to shout, but the stinging pain in his mind and the environment he was in at this time made him suppress this impulse and excitement in his heart.

Looking around, he didn't find that other people existed, and he was immediately relieved, now thinking about the scene that happened before he fell into a coma, he felt shuddering, it was much more terrifying than when his grandfather taught the formation, if it weren't for the fact that his current soul realm was much stronger than before, I am afraid that he would have been destroyed by this torrent of words and become a waste before he had completely received the soul decision in the black stone.

Sikong Haoran clenched the black stone in his hand, took a deep breath, the stone disappeared in his palm, and walked towards the first floor of the Sword Pavilion as if nothing had happened, and his vain pace did not bring him any obstacles. Quietly walked past Elder Wuxu's side, walked out of the sword tower and looked at the night sky where the bright moon hung high, and the smile on his face was like a galaxy.

"What's the smirk, I've been waiting for you for a long time, come back to Yunying Peak with me for dinner, the master is waiting for us." An eager voice shattered Sikong Haoran's dream, and Long Qianyu stood beside the stone sword in front of the Sword Pavilion and urged.

"Second Senior Brother, your face... Why is it green and red, weren't you fine before you left?"

Elder Wuxu stood at the door of the Sword Pavilion with his hands in his hands, looking at the backs of Sikong Haoran and the two of them in the distance, revealing a meaningful smile.

(End of chapter)