"Uncountable ways?"

Sun Ye couldn't figure out what kind of terrifying existence it was.

If you look at the Bodhi Patriarch, people will know all the ways, and then look at the Lingmu Dao person, who will dare to worship him as a teacher if he doesn't know anything.

Comparing goods to throw, people have to die than people,

"So, where is my way?" Sun Ye thought suspiciously.

If there are thousands of avenues here, where will your own path be?

"Uncle Shi don't have to worry, Dao will find the land sooner or later. Haitong was comforted.

Sun Ye nodded, this kind of thing can't be forced.

"So what is hidden in the Scripture Pavilion?"

"This ......" Haitong was also a little puzzled, and wrote on the wooden board: "I came to the three-star cave of the slanting moon once, and I have never been to the Zangjing Pavilion. ”

"What? You've never been there?"

What about the places Haitong has never been.

"I heard my master say that the Scripture Pavilion is difficult to enter, it seems that it is not particularly open to the public, and you need to find it yourself. ”

The more Sun Ye listened, the more confused he became, was this a blessed land for cultivating immortals or a place for organs?

Haiyuan patted Sun Ye on the shoulder.

"It's a good place, but everything depends on your own fate, and there are people here who have advanced fate and have learned several techniques. ”

Sun Ye thought that the bean-scattering soldiers or the laws of heaven and earth that Wukong learned might have been learned here.

"Try it, do you think I'll enter that legendary Scripture Pavilion?"

The more the place full of various secrets, the more curious Sun Ye became.

"Perhaps, my master said that the legend has only entered the Scripture Pavilion once, and most of them can't find the way. ”

The two chatted and walked to a house.

"Won't Uncle Shi go in and have a look?"

"Where is this?"

Sun Ye looked up, and the plaque on the beam of the room had three big characters written - Practice Pavilion.

"This is where all the disciples practice. Haitong slowly pushed open the old wooden door, and the scene inside the room came into view.

There is a large open space inside, and countless weapons are hung on the walls, such as swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, whips, hammers, sticks, sticks, and abductors.

Eighteen kinds of weapons are neatly arranged on both sides.

There was a faint halo of light on the ground, as if there were flashes of traces.

"Uncle Shi was tried by the ancestor here, and it was extremely hard, and most of the disciples in the sect practiced here. ”

Sun Ye nodded, looking at the weapons on the side, his hands were also itchy.

I have always been bare-handed, and the only weapon I have ever held is the scepter of the mountain god, but it is more like a status symbol, nondescript.

"I don't know what kind of weapon I'm suitable for?" Sun Ye picked up a soft sword, the blade was sharp, and when he threw it out, he could hear the sound of the soft sword flashing in the air.

But it wasn't like Haitong, where no sword qi came out of the sword body.

In Sun Ye's hands, the software is like a mortal weapon, although it is extraordinary in appearance.

"This ......" Haitong took it, just with a slight wave, the software instantly became hard, and the sword body glowed with a faint halo, and it was completely impossible to see that this was a software.

Haitong played a set of swordsmanship, either ethereal or gorgeous, and Sun Ye was dazzled to watch.

Haitong handed the sword to Sun Ye again, and the sword body suddenly softened.

Sun Ye looked at the fairy sword in his hand, although you are a soft sword, weren't you quite majestic just now?

Streams of spiritual energy continued to be injected into the sword body, but it was like a spear that the dark species could not find an entrance, and it could not stimulate the sword qi.

"I don't believe it anymore. Sun Ye mobilized the Origin Immortal Qi in his body and injected it towards the soft sword.

With only a trace of immortal energy, the soft sword became hard, and countless sword dao talismans appeared on the sword.

No matter how mighty, how domineering.

Sun Ye's aura this time became very easy, countless sword qi filled the entire practice room, and as soon as Sun Ye swung his sword, countless sword qi came out of the software.

Flying in all directions, the transparent sword qi flew recklessly like a rampaging child.

Haitong looked at the soft sword that bloomed with sword qi, and his jaw was about to fall off in surprise, he didn't expect Sun Ye to be able to stimulate the deepest instinct of the soft sword, this is unreasonable?

"Uncle Shi, take the sword qi, collect the sword qi. ”

Haitong wrote on the wooden board as he dodged the sword qi flying in the air at great speed.

With a stabbing sound, a sword qi slashed directly into the wooden plank, and the wooden board shattered into slag.

Haitong hurriedly pulled out his own floating dust, and countless white threads rolled up that sword qi, and it took a lot of effort to consume the sword qi.

Looking at the bald floating dust in his hand, Haitong was a little afraid, if that sword qi slashed directly at himself, tsk......

The flying sword qi also caused the reaction of the other weapons in the practice room, and countless weapons seemed to be summoned, but they flew into the air without control, resisting the sword qi on their own.

"It's over, it's over, who can suppress this. Haitong looked at the revival of the ground weapon with a handle, and was a little afraid in his heart, and with a shock to his wrist, the floating silk grew automatically, and it returned to its previous appearance.

"Then let me, as a nephew, make a mess with my uncle. ”

Hai informed: No matter how much trouble he made, it was impossible to collapse the practice room.

The knives, guns, and sticks on the wall hung in the air one by one, and the goal was very clear, it was Sun Ye and the software in his hand.

These weapons all have spiritual rhyme, and they were originally manipulated and pampered by the disciples every day in the cave mansion, but since the disciples were driven out by the Bodhi Patriarch, they have not been favored by the monks for a long time.

Finally two disciples came in, why did they love that soft sword, is it because it is soft?

Am I not cute with a hammer?

A swarthy hammer emitted black light, staring at Sun Ye with bad intentions.

There is also the thorny meteor hammer, and all kinds of normal and abnormal weapons, and now they are like deep resentful women, and they are all dissatisfied with Sun Ye.

"Oh?" Sun Ye looked up, what was going on, how did I feel that they were a little jealous?

Or have you been too tired lately and are hallucinating?

Sun Ye rubbed his eyes, the soft sword in his hand was full of fighting intent, and words appeared on his body.

"This is ......" Sun Ye looked down, "Changtian Sword Technique, what is it?"

Haitong came up and heard Sun Ye's muttering, and he was about to turn into a lemon essence.

Changtian Sword Technique, that is one of the best tips in swordsmanship, why do you still dislike it, uncle.

You don't want it, you can give it to me, your nephew and I need your help.

"What about a soft sword? ”

Sun Ye waved his hand and threw the soft sword in his hand to Haitong, a manly monster like himself still had to use a weapon that opened and closed.

Haitong hurriedly caught the soft sword, and the aura was injected, and the cultivation method of the "Changtian Sword Technique" could no longer be seen on the sword.

I felt like I had lost 100 million pieces of silver.

"What kind of weapon to choose?"

Sun Ye had no weapon in his hand, and a weapon was like a big girl in the blind date corner of the park to be married, and he desperately leaned towards Sun Ye's side.