However, after Ye Jian left, Fugui suddenly felt thousands of pairs of hot pairs staring at him with angry eyes. Fugui's heart skipped a beat and cold sweat flowed.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed, and the life-and-death battle between Ye Jian and Chang Chun had already spread in the Nanluo Sect with the word of mouth among the outer disciples.

Chang Yu went to the outer sect leader to complain that day, but the next day he left the sect with Chang Chun's body covered in dust. He probably returned to the Chang's house, and no one knew.

Since Ye Jian was promoted to an outer disciple, he went to the merit hall in the sect to receive the ornaments of the outer disciples, two sets of changed green gowns, a jade pendant with a magical effect, and a steel sword.

Ye Xuan had long reported to the Ye family in Heishui City truthfully that Ye Jian became an outer disciple of Nanluo Sect through the Skylark. The reply she received was that the family decided to give some rewards when Ye Jian came back. As for Ye’s father and mother, Ye Jian also sent someone to inform him, and the family directly gave Ye Jian’s family the hotel that Ye’s father and mother had run for many years to Ye Jian’s family.

When Ye Jian learned that his parents were safe, he felt relieved. He and Ye Xuan planned to prepare for a few days before going back.

However, before going back, Ye Jian decided to go to the Martial Arts Pavilion first.

The Martial Arts Pavilion of the Nanluo Sect is located at the junction between the inner and outer sect areas and the inner sect areas. It is three floors high and is filled with various martial arts.

Ye Jian came to the Martial Arts Pavilion, and looked at the three big words "Martial Arts Pavilion" that were like dragons and snakes. He suddenly felt dizzy in his heart. He hurriedly avoided his eyes and walked forward honestly.

When he arrived at the gate of the Martial Arts Pavilion, an old man in gray robe suddenly flashed, blocking Ye Jian's way.

Ye Jian understood and hurriedly handed the white jade pendant given by the elder of the outer sect to the old man with gray robe. After the old man took it, he nodded faintly, and then an old voice came from his mouth.

"When you enter the first floor, you must choose only one martial arts. After you have selected it, you will register with me." The old man in gray robe made way, "You only have two quarters of an hour inside."

Ye Jian was slightly stunned. Two quarters of a minute? He also planned to memorize some other martial arts silently. Now there is only two quarters of a minute. It is a problem to pick a good martial arts book at this time.

Ye Jian really couldn't figure out that Nan Luo Sect would be so stingy to his disciples. He didn't dare to waste too much time at the moment, so he gave a bow to the old man in gray robe and rushed into the pavilion.

"I have a good heart and can actually react from the artistic conception so quickly." After Ye Jian entered the martial arts pavilion, the old man in gray robe looked at Ye Jian's figure and nodded faintly.

The interior of the Martial Arts Pavilion is much larger than Ye Jian imagined, and it is much more spacious and bright.

Ye Jian walked through rows of wooden grids that were full of martial arts. All of these wooden grids were banned. Any disciple who entered the first level had the opportunity to choose a martial arts. Once selected, no changes were allowed.

Ye Jian's purpose of this trip is sword skills. Among all martial arts, sword skills are the most fierce attack and the simplest killing skills. Whether it is long-range attack or short-range attack, sword skills are the best choice, so most warriors on the Tianwu Continent choose to practice sword skills.

Fu Ming's Fist is fierce and the Gods and Ghosts' Eighteen Palms to Death the Soul-Snatching Hand...

Ye Jian walked along the way, except for these boxing and palm techniques, sword skills are rare. I occasionally saw one, but unfortunately the grade was too low and it was not suitable for Ye Jian.

"Hmm?" Just as Ye Jian was walking, an ancient martial art with a cover appeared in front of Ye Jian's eyes.

"Don't move the Ming King Seal!"

Ye Jian casually took a look at the introduction and found that "The King of Immortality" is a secret book, similar to "The Secret of Blood Shadow", but it is much weaker than the Secret of Blood Shadow.

Withdrew his eyes, Ye Jian began to move forward again.

Time passed slowly without realizing it. Soon, two quarters of an hour came, and Ye Jian got into several yellow-level medium-sized sword skills, "Qingfeng Sword Technique", "Five Styles of Flowing Clouds", "Five Styles of Heavenly Silkworms", and "Nine Styles of Secret Swords".

Ye Jian thought for a moment and decided to choose "Nine Styles of the Sword".

"Nine Skills of the Pure Sword", the yellow-level medium sword skills, and the entire set of sword skills only has nine moves. The first six moves are basic moves, and the next three moves are Broken Gold, Immortal, and Lengyue Killing. Every time you comprehend a move, the internal energy in the practitioner's body will be more pure.

"Well, have you chosen it? Let's see what you chose?" Outside the Martial Arts Pavilion, the old man in gray robe nodded lightly when he saw Ye Jian coming out.

Ye Jian handed the "Nine Styles of the Sword" to the old man in gray robe.

"Huh?" Out of Ye Jian's expectation, the old man in gray robe frowned after taking over "The Nine Swords of the Secret Swords", "Although "The Nine Swords of the Secret Swords" is only a medium-level sword skill in yellow, its difficulty is comparable to the top-notch high-level sword skills in yellow, and it is extremely difficult to practice. Basically no one in the sect can practice this sword technique to the ninth stage. I advise you to change it."

"Thank you, elder, but I want to try practicing." Ye Jian said softly.

"You can do whatever you want." The old man in gray robe didn't say anything more, but quickly registered. "Return this sword skill back in three months, and he must not pass it on." After saying that, he directly returned "Nine Styles of the Sword" to Ye Jian.

Ye Jian bowed to the old man in gray robe again, and turned around and left.

"The mind is good, but it's too exaggerated." After Ye Jian left, the old man in gray robe sighed.

Three days later, on a remote mountain peak of Nanluo Sect, a figure stood on the rock and kept waving his long sword, either chopping, picking, or stabbing. The sword light flowed, like a dragon that had been moving and flipping in the boy's hand. Each sword stabbed out, and the air in front seemed to be pierced, with a constant "swish swish" sounds constantly.

The boy suddenly jumped up and flew. The steel sword in his right hand flipped, and cut from bottom to top to the huge bluestone in front of him.

"Broken Gold!"

puff!

A blue sword energy gathered out, forming an arc sword energy, slashing hard on the bluestone in front of him, leaving a terrible sword mark three inches deep and one finger wide.

Standing with his sword closed, the boy closed his eyes and kept recalling the move he had just made. After a moment, when he opened his eyes again, the light flashed in his eyes.

"Brother Ye Jian!"

Just now, a girl's cry suddenly came from a distance. The boy turned his head and saw a beautiful figure in white clothes jumping like a lively butterfly in the forest, running towards this place.

"Ye Xuan?"

Ye Jian took back the steel sword and waited quietly.

Since he became an outer disciple, Ye Xuan no longer asked him to call him a lady. Since Ye Jian was half a year older than Ye Xuan, Ye Xuan insisted on calling him his elder brother. In desperation, Ye Jian had to agree.

"Huh~!" Ye Xuan rushed up in one breath, and she was so exhausted that she was panting. "Brother Ye Jian, why did you choose to practice in this place?"

"The mountains here are high and windy. At first glance, it can make people's body and mind more empty, and they will understand much faster." Ye Jian touched his nose and asked immediately: "You have something to do with me?"

Ye Xuan will not disturb her practice for no reason.

"You won't forget it, right?" After hearing this, Ye Xuan opened her mouth wide and her clear face was filled with horror. "We agreed before, we are Hui people today."

"Oh." Ye Jian slapped his head. He had been here for the past three days and had devoted himself to practicing "The Nine Sword Styles" and had forgotten about it.

"It seems you really forgot." Ye Xuan was speechless, "Fortunately I have everything ready, let's go."

"Yeah." Ye Jian nodded lightly. Since practicing sword skills, Ye Jian found that his personality had undergone more or less subtle changes, and his whole body became sharp.

"I'm afraid the Hui people will not be so peaceful this time." Ye Jian sighed in his heart.

Back in the courtyard, Ye Jian cleaned up briefly, and then walked towards the gate of the sect with the steel sword and Ye Xuan.

When he arrived at the gate of Nanluo Sect, Ye Jian looked at him and a fat and slightly vulgar figure was pulling a black wind horse, as if waiting for someone.

"Fugui?" Ye Jian's eyes were so sharp that he recognized this person at a glance.

Speaking of which, after being put on by Ye Jian, Fugui was forced to spit out all the money, but even completely lost his savings. Fugui's hatred for Ye Jian had grown to an unparalleled level. If Ye Jian had not been strong, Fugui would have raised his sword and tried his best to find Ye Jian.

"Hmm?" Fugui was waiting for his sister boredly, but a figure caught his full attention.

"Ye Jian?!" Fugui's rat eyes suddenly became round, and the steel teeth in his mouth rattled.

"Hey, isn't this Senior Brother Fugui? Why are Senior Brother Fugui doing here?" Ye Jian stepped forward and asked deliberately with an innocent look on his face.

"Haha, Junior Brother Ye." Although Fugui hated Ye Jian so much, he still smiled on the surface, "Is Junior Brother Ye going home?"

"Natural." Ye Jian chuckled and nodded.

"Senior Brother Fugui is waiting for Junior Sister Fuyun?" At this moment, Ye Xuan, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but interrupt and asked.

"Haha, it turns out to be Junior Sister Ye." Fugui's fat face squeezed out a smile, "We originally agreed to go home together today."

"Oh, is that?" Ye Xuan nodded faintly, as if she had some friendship with Fu Yun. "Senior brother, it's almost time, it's time for us to leave. Please say hello to my junior sister on my behalf."

"Let's go slowly." Fugui's small eyes stared at the two figures gradually moving away. After he walked away, he snorted with a light nose, "Damn, Ye Jian, I'll take you out sooner or later."

"Brother, who are you talking to?" At this moment, a crisp female voice suddenly came from behind Fugui, but a green figure stood behind Fugui.

"No one, I'm talking to myself." Fugui's expression suddenly became cold and a big brother's demeanor arose.

"Strange, why did the figure that just now looked so much like Senior Sister Ye Xuan?"

"You've read it wrong, let's go." After saying that, Fugui pulled the Heifeng Horse and walked out of the gate of the sect.

...

There is a distance of 12,000 miles from Nanluo Sect to Heishui City where the Ye family is located. Heifeng and horses travel 2,000 miles a day. Ye Jian and the other two need to arrive at as fast as six days. If you delay it in the middle, ten days will be just right.

Fortunately, before leaving, Ye Jian had already asked the elders of the outer sect for one and a half months off. Apart from the time he was on the way, he still stayed at home to accompany his parents for twenty-five days.

"drive!"

Ye Jian grabbed the horse's belly and left with Ye Xuan.
Chapter completed!