Chapter 9: Yan Longyuan

After leaving the Zangjing Pavilion and returning to Ziyunfeng, Ye Chuan began to retreat.
After half a month, I have to leave for the wind and cloud of the hundred miles to participate in the contest of the three disciples. He also has to make some preparations.
Dust and dust, the words 'inch mans' on the cover clearly appeared in front of you, and Ye Chuan touched the two words gently.
At that time, the ghost hand medicine king came to see himself, and asked for a scene of his own guidance.
This inch of mans is the talent of the ghost hand medicine king, but also spent a lot of effort. It is under his guidance that the ghost hand medicine king has sublimated this talented supernatural power, and cultivated to the extreme to become a generation of masters.
The three caves of the Rex Rabbit, the Ghost Hand Medicine King is a rabbit, and his cautiousness is specific to any detail. The inscription on the booklet has a secret that is unknown, and strictly observes the rules of the third and third. Most of the content is useless, cumbersome or even misleading. Every three pages, three pages per page, each line is separated by three words, and the real exercises are hidden according to the rules of three or three.
Ye Chuan knows the secrets of Ghost Hand Medicine King, but it took a full time to sort out the real inch of the manuscript, read it carefully, and remember to burn the booklet in a fire. Sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding a blade in the right hand, the arm does not move, just moving a few fingers, the thin blade rotates between the thumb, forefinger and middle finger.
At the beginning, the blade turned very slowly and some were stiff. Slowly, the rotation is smooth, the arm does not move, and even the wrist does not move. Just a few fingers turn the thin blade fast, making different actions such as cutting, drawing, pulling, cutting, and so on.
Inch between the feet, between the feet, the sharpness!
The key to the practice of the inch is the violent explosion, which strives to erupt the most violent attack in the shortest time. Holding a blade in your hand, you must cut through the enemy's aorta or throat in an instant, and hit a fatal blow.
Ye Chuan sat on the ground and practiced quietly. Slowly, the blade on the right hand was increased to two, three, to the limit of four. Then, with both hands moving, four on each side, there is also a mouth in it, and the tip of the tongue stretches and shrinks. The body did not move, even the eyes were closed, but there were nine blades rotating at high speed, and the air was smashing the murderous air.
A fly couldn't stand the murderous air in the air, suddenly rushed out of the corner and flew to the window, just flying past Ye Chuan.
Ye Chuan still closed his eyes, but his ears moved, and a blade suddenly spun from his finger and swept over the belly of the fly.
The flies were frightened and spread their wings to accelerate toward the window.
Another blade flew out of Ye Chuan's hand. This time, the left wing of the flies fell.
The flies rolled down on the desk, and the screaming fluttered again and quickly reached the edge of the window sill.
call out! Just as the fly was about to rush out of the room, Ye Chuan suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a knife, and another blade flew out. This time, I fell on the fly without hesitation, and made it into two!
"Unfortunately, the fire is still a little worse, and the control is not good."
Looking at the dead flies on the window sill, Ye Chuan shook his head, put all the nine blades away, and picked up the crystal bottle on the desk. For two days, the fly that was locked inside was not dead yet, soaking in the juice. Ye Chuan also had some surprises about the tenacious vitality and adaptability of this wild and exotic fly.
Ye Chuan looked up at the window, and the sky didn't know when it was dark, and the moonlight was smashing. In the cold wind, there was a faint smell of faintness. The flies that had been hiding during the day flew out at night and slammed on the herb.
Ye Chuan shook the bottle and opened the lid.
The flies that were locked in the crystal bottle screamed and quickly flew out. Unlike other flies, there is no stopping on the herbs along the way, and it has been flying to the back hills of Yunwuzong.
Ye Chuan keeps up and follows the fly far away.
The juice dripping in the crystal bottle looks inconspicuous. In fact, it is famous and can make people feel dizzy. This fly is no exception. Under the command of Ye Chuan, he could not take the juice of the herb and return to its nest.
These wild and exotic flies appear too weird, and Ye Chuan is ready to explore the rocks.
Yunwu Zong has an ancient prohibition guardian, and the beast does not dare to approach, but it is different when it reaches the back hill that stretches for thousands of miles. There are crises everywhere, and the beasts of the mountains roar, and there are screams of screams from time to time.
Ye Chuan calmly calms and follows all the flies. But after an hour, when he came to the place where the flies disappeared, he could not help but change his surroundings.
What appeared in front of you was an unfathomable abyss.
Looked at the moonlight moonlight, the mist in the abyss is transpiration, the fog is red, like scarlet blood. Standing on top of the abyss, I couldn’t help but stunned. In the air, there is plenty of yang, but there is a disturbing atmosphere, and there is a wave of power fluctuations. It is a surviving antiquity.
孽龙渊!
Ye Chuan followed the fly and came to the dangerous place of Yunwu Mountain.
This abyss, as early as millions of years ago, had existed before the construction of the Cloud Mist. It is said that an ancient dragon was banned under the abyss, and the yang was suffocating. Later, he became a traitor to the Yunwu sect and punishes the place where the sinful disciples were committed. Over time, I don’t know how many bones have accumulated, and it has become a dangerous place.
Before entering the burial valley, Ye Chuan also came to the Yunwu Zong once, and also visited this abyss. At that time, although Long Longyuan became a dangerous place, it was not as dangerous as it is today. Standing on the edge of the cliff for a while, even Ye Chuan has a feeling of stunned, I don't know what kind of changes have happened in the millions of years.
"There is plenty of yang here, which is good for the monks who practice pure Yanggong. But the blood fog under the dragon is toxic. Don't stand on the edge of the cliff for too long." A hoarse voice suddenly came.
Ye Chuan turned around, only to find out when he came to a middle-aged man, wearing a square scarf and wearing a blue robes. The strength of the body was faint and faint, like a gentleman. But walking on the road is silent, and it is unfathomable. Although Ye Chuan has just begun to practice seriously, but his experience is still there, he can't see the depth of the other party. "Who are you?"
"who am I?"
The Qingpao smiled and laughed at himself. His face was bitter and whispered: "Call me seven elders."
Not waiting for Ye Chuan to ask again, the Qingpao suddenly turned and left, the pace did not look fast, but the blink of an eye disappeared.
"Seven elders?"
Ye Chuan frowned, the cloud sect had only five elders in total, and where did the seven elders come from?
A rustling sound suddenly came, and the blood fog under the cliff suddenly rolled up, and the hurricane rushed.