Chapter 640: Excalibur

"sleeve--"
Lin Miaoran looked at Chu Yan with confusion.
She found that Chu Yan was not indifferent to these murals. He stood in front of each mural for a moment, and then moved towards the next mural.
Looking at him, it seemed like he was not satisfied.
If other people think, Chu Yan's requirements are definitely a bit too high.
Since these gongfa and martial arts can be recorded by the thousand gods in the state of heaven, they must all be recognized by him.
If the monks at Tianxinjing feel that the gongfa and martial arts are acceptable, but they can't get into Chu Yan's eyes, then Chu Yan is enough to make people feel a little too pretentious.
Most people will naturally feel this, but at this moment, they are reminded by handsome, Lin Miaoran intentionally looked at Chu Yan's wide sleeve.
For a moment, she discovered the clue.
Lin Miaoran saw that every time Chu Yan stopped in front of the mural, his sleeves flashed slightly.
It's just that the brightness is not high, and the actions of Chu Yan are concealed, so no one finds it at all.
"What is he doing?" Lin Miaoran wondered, and quietly asked the handsome man.
"Let's record. He has suffered losses in this area before, so now he wants to pack them all away and prevent them from being remembered later." The handsome murmured. The guy is really a born monk embryo that can take away two resources, and never take one away.
Everyone else chooses one of them. He's better. Everything he sees is all there. "
The handsome mumbled, Lin Miaoran didn't understand the words behind.
But when she heard the first three words that handsome said, her eyes lighted up, she took a sigh of coolness and understood.
"Memory inscriptions--"
Lin Miaoran murmured to himself.
If she was not mistaken, when everyone else was studying a gongfa or martial art joyfully, Chu Yan was using memory inscriptions to record all the murals here.
Because of limited time, everyone at the scene can only learn a gongfa or martial arts in such a short time.
If someone has a strong memory, they can only remember three gates, and there is no more.
But Chu Yan thought very clearly.
This time, the race is the essence, the strength of long-term practice.
It is simply unrealistic to want to rely on the gongfa and martial arts recorded in the Dengxian Corridor to win this tournament.
So he did not study at all, but recorded everything.
In this way, after counting back, you can also slowly study.
"It's so smart." Lin Miaoran looked at others around him, then looked at herself, and couldn't help sighing.
At this time, she suddenly felt the shock of the rhinoceros jade.
Looking around, when no one noticed himself, Lin Miaoran looked down.
"I'm recording. I'll give you a copy when it's over."
In a short line of words, Lin Miaoran's heart rose with infinite warmth and satisfaction.
Chu Yan's heart has always thought of himself.
Lin Miaoran pursed her lips and smiled quietly.
On the Dengxian Corridor, another two days passed quickly.
Now the Pantheon has been open for seven full days.
At this time, there are not only three days before the closure of the Pantheon, but only three days before the end of the entire National Religion election.
The moon hangs high, and the rustling sound of the waves can be clearly heard around the island.
A bird perched on an island seemed to hear something and suddenly woke up, flapping its wings and trying to fly.
But the feet hadn't left the nest yet, suddenly, a palm stretched out from the darkness, squeezing it out, blasting it into thick blood lines, radiating from the fingers.
The owner of this blood-stained palm, Ji Kuangshen, was now in the shadow of the moonlight, his eyes flashed with Morin's murderous intention.
Behind him, twenty-three evil spirits including Hua Nongying and Lian Feiyun stood quietly, like a tombstone standing under the night in the same respect.
"After the Dengxian Corridor, there is the Mansions Garden. Going down, it is the altar of the Eight Wild Desolates!"
Ji Kuangshen's lips moved slightly, but the voice came out very clearly, word by word falling to the ears of everyone present.
"go!"
Spit out a word like a spring thunder blast, Ji Kuangshen stepped away from the mountain.
Twenty-three others followed.
A killing taste spread immediately, melted into the night, and even the moonlight dripped at this moment brought a chill like a blade.
At this time, in the Dengxian corridor, everyone gradually returned to the state of study.
Everyone's eyes showed a satisfied look.
Although not much time in two days, but the ones who can stand here are the outstanding disciples of different sects.
With their talent, it is not difficult to realize a gongfa and martial arts that are helpful to them.
What's more, at this moment, two minds, even three gongfa and martial arts have been silently remembered. After the match is over, they will retreat immediately.
"It is now the seventh day of the game." At this time, Chu Yan exhaled slightly.
Upon hearing this, the relaxation that the crowd just showed was immediately tense.
They all understood what Chu Yan said.
Although the previous cooperation was quite smooth, but it was related to the honor and disgrace of Zongmen. At that time, the battle for the Eight Wilds will be bound to be a fierce battle.
But at this time, no one has said anything about it, just hiding it in his heart.
The Eight Desolate Sages have not appeared in front of the crowd, and no one knows what else will be encountered in front of them. It is better not to mention them at this time.
"Let's move on," Cao Feng said.
This time on the Dengxian corridor, he has mastered a gongfa, and his heart has also recorded a martial art that is useful to himself.
So his heart was full of confidence in himself again, unknowingly, and he put himself back in the position of leader.
Everyone was silent, leaving the Dengxian corridor and moving on.
At this time, many people found that the part after the Dengxian Corridor was covered by maneuvers, and it looked like a normal stone wall.
The mural recording the Qianshen Man's ascension on the road also stopped when he ascended to Diyuan Realm.
Everyone knows that this must have been done by Cang Yumen.
The gongfa, martial arts, experience, and even supernatural power described in the murals in the back must be much higher than before.
Such a good thing, how could Cang Yumen give away to other ancestors in vain, so they must have all moved away.
But everyone didn't care, they were moving forward at the moment.
Two days later, when the match entered the ninth day, no one of them had expected that the Eight Swords of Desolation would appear in front of everyone without warning.
Bloody, violent, domineering, pointing to the ground, all kinds of breath, like the turbulent tide, followed by the Eight Scourges of Extermination, they came to oppress everyone.