"What's wrong, don't plan to choose this sword scripture?" Mu Bingyun put away the doubts in his eyes and asked immediately.

"Haha, senior sister, my situation is a bit special. This technique is not suitable for me." Ye Jian said with a faint smile.

"Oh, I have read all three sword scriptures in the sect," Mu Bingyun turned his head and asked softly: "So, have you decided which one to choose?"

"Ye Jian nodded slightly, and then walked directly towards the Ziyang Sword Sutra regardless of the obstruction of the Eighth Master in his mind. Mu Bingyun looked obviously stunned, and then followed directly.

"Purple Yang Sword Sutra? Are you sure you want to choose this one?" Mu Bingyun frowned and asked lightly, "After practicing this sword sutra, although it is extremely powerful, the advancement speed is too slow. You must eat the purple air from the east every morning."

"Yes, yes, this little girl is right. The advancement speed of this sword scripture is too slow, so let's forget it." Eighth Master hurriedly persuaded Ye Jian in his mind.

"Eighth Master, this is said to use human thoughts to communicate purple qi and then feed," Ye Jian's mind sank into the Eighth Master, staring at Eighth Master, and slowly spoke.

Eighth Master listened to Ye Jian's answer and his heart skipped a beat, his eyes immediately became a little dodged. He deliberately avoided Ye Jian's gaze and nodded hesitantly.

Seeing this, Ye Jian's mouth curled slightly and said lightly: "People on Tianwu Continent don't know the source of purple qi, so their minds can only communicate with the purple qi in the early morning. Therefore, their speed of practicing the Ziyang Sword Sutra is limited, right?"

"This...how do I know this?" Eighth Master avoided Ye Jian's gaze and stammered.

"In other words, if I communicate with the purple qi in the morning, but the purple qi source, the Ziwei Emperor Star, I wonder if the advancement speed will be slow?" Ye Jian said lightly.

"You... stop dreaming!" Eighth Master's face turned green and pointed at Ye Jian and shouted: "Do you know where the Ziwei Emperor Star is? How far is it?"

Ye Jian shook his head truthfully. Seeing this, Eighth Master was so angry that he was so angry that he glared at him, "You don't know anything, it's like communicating with your thoughts? What a nonsense to communicate! Stop dreaming!"

"I don't know, but I'm not you, Eighth Master." Ye Jian laughed.

"You..." Eighth Master was immediately killed and was stunned. He pointed at Ye Jian with his fingers tremblingly. After a while, he said, "I don't know! You do whatever you want."

"Isn't it just that you are asking you to help me practice? Is it necessary to be so angry?" Ye Jian retreated and couldn't help but mutter softly, "What are the Eighth Master afraid of?"

"What are you talking about?" Mu Bingyun's ethereal voice suddenly sounded in his ears. Ye Jian was stunned, but he was still calm. He held the Ziyang Sword Sutra in his hand, thought about it for a while and finally put the Sword Sutra into the space ring.

"Oh~!" Just as Ye Jian took over the Ziyang Sword Sutra, the Eighth Master who was hidden in the Dantian couldn't help but sigh, and his expression became extremely serious, different from any previous moment.

"Are you really planning to practice this sword sutra?" Seeing this, Mu Bingyun asked in surprise, "In my opinion, junior brother, you have not encountered a suitable sword sutra now. It is better to choose another technique other than the sword sutra to practice it first. When you encounter a sword sutra that suits you in the future, it will not be too late to change it."

"It's okay, the same is true for this sword sutra." Ye Jian spoke lightly.

"Since my junior brother has decided, I won't say much." Mu Bingyun's expression returned to calm, and he said lightly: "It's getting late, I have something to do, so I'll say goodbye first."

Ye Jian bowed and said, "Thank you for your advice today, senior sister."

Mu Bingyun nodded lightly, then turned around and floated away. A snowy dress floated, leaving behind wisps of ice and cold in the air, just like fairy Guanghan in the Nine Heavens Palace, disappeared directly on the third floor.

Ye Jian was stunned for a moment, withdrew his gaze, bit his lips lightly, glanced at several other core disciples on the third floor, and immediately walked directly towards the passage.

Outside the Sutra Pavilion, the elders guarding the Pavilion had been waiting for a long time.

"Senior, this is the skill chosen by the younger generation. Please check it out." Ye Jian took out the "Purple Yang Sword Sutra" directly, handed it over, and bowed and said.

"Ziyang Sword Sutra? You actually chose this Sword Sutra?" The elder of the guard pavilion took the secret book and was obviously stunned for a moment, but then he waved his pen and recorded it on the record.

"This sword scripture is extremely difficult to practice. It is impossible for people with great perseverance to practice it. It is indeed beyond my expectations that you can choose such an unpopular sword scripture, but I support you." The old man said lightly.

"Thank you, senior." Ye Jian took the sword scripture, chuckled softly, and then bowed to the old man, leaving with Wu Yue who had been waiting for a long time.

Until Ye Jian's figure completely disappeared from a distance, the figure of the elder guarding the pavilion disappeared faintly, "There was the combat power of a core disciple in the early stage of the Condensation Realm. It's such a monster. I hope the Ziyang Sword Sutra will be in your hands and show its former glory."

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Ye Jian and Wu Yue walked straight through the buildings and came to the beautifully decorated Xianya Pavilion. Unlike in the past, the Xianya Pavilion today is extremely lively, with disciples of the inner sect of the Nanluo Sect constantly coming in and out.

"Junior Brother Ye, you are still a little reckless. The Ziyang Sword Sutra is extremely difficult to practice, and the advancement speed is recognized as slow. How do you choose this technique?" Wu Yue stared at Ye Jian with confusion and asked: "If this is me, I will definitely choose the Lei Yan Sword Sutra. No matter what, it is a high-level grade in the Earth level."

"Okay, Senior Brother Wu, Xianya Pavilion has arrived." Ye Jian stopped Wu Yue and then pulled Wu Yue directly into Xianya Pavilion. "I can't wait to hear you talk about the strange stories of Yue."

"Haha, okay, then I will tell you everything I encountered this time." When Wu Yue heard Ye Jian's words, he suddenly became excited, as if he had completely forgotten the previous topic. He immediately pulled Ye Jian and stepped into the Immortal Accord.

However, as soon as the two entered the Xianya Pavilion, they were frightened by the scene in front of them. Xianya Pavilion, which was originally only worthy disciples, could eat, were filled with ordinary inner disciples on the first floor.

"Strange, why are there so many people in Xianya Pavilion today? Could it be that the price has been reduced?" Seeing this, Ye Jian couldn't help frowning and muttered softly.

"Hey, have you heard that? The young master of Xianya Pavilion is hosting Senior Brother Luo Tiandu Luo on the top floor today." At this moment, a table of disciples in front of Ye Jian were whispering.

"Luo Tiandu?" Ye Jian raised his eyebrows and a hint of surprise flashed on his face. Luo Tiandu's name is truly known to everyone in the Southern Luo Sect.

Ye Jian had heard of his deeds. He was born in an ordinary family. At the age of thirteen, Ning Zhen became a core disciple at the age of 15, and at the age of 17, he dominated the core disciple of Nanluo Sect. Now, two years have passed. As expected, he has ranked first in the core disciples for two consecutive terms. The title of the eldest brother has long been well deserved.

Ye Jian didn't expect that Luo Tiandu would come here to invite a banquet. This is a legendary figure. He had heard of Luo Tiandu's deeds when he was a follower. At that time, Luo Tiandu's name had already spread throughout Zhao State. Now, I heard that Luo Tian is the younger generation of Zhao State and the first person to advance to the Yuan Realm. Everyone has already implemented the title of the number one master of Zhao State in their hearts to Luo Tiandu.

"No wonder there are so many people gathered here. I should want to witness the rumored person?" Ye Jian smiled faintly when he understood all this.

Most of the people sitting around the first floor were three or five people at a table. These people were talking enthusiastically while eating. Wu Yue glanced at the scene and his face became a little embarrassed.

At this moment, a servant came to Xianya Pavilion, bowed to Ye Jian and the others, and said, "I'm sorry, two senior brothers, the seats on the first floor are full."

The servant glanced at Ye Jian and the others, and he was convinced that Ye Jian and the others were not rich, but did not show much respect for Ye Jian and the others with his attitude towards Ye Jian and the others.

"There is no on the first floor, but the private room on the second floor, isn't there?" Ye Jian frowned and asked softly.

"There is no more private room on the second floor." The servant said lightly.

"Forget it, junior brother, I'm afraid we're here today, so let's go back first," Wu Yue grabbed Ye Jian and spoke.

Ye Jian couldn't do so, so he had to follow Wu Yue to walk out the door. When the servant behind him saw this, he immediately showed a hint of contempt. Humph! He couldn't even afford to eat, and he wanted to pretend to be a master. Stay wherever he was cool.

Ye Jian felt a little angry, but it was difficult to send it out in front of Wu Yue, so he had to lower his head and walk out. At this moment, another young man in bright clothes walked in.

But the servant immediately met him, nodding and bowing as if he saw an old man, "Is this senior brother here to have a meal?"

"Well, prepare a private room for me on the second floor." The glamorous young man glanced at Ye Jian and the others, then shouted at the servant.

"Okay, the private room on the second floor, get ready right away!" the servant sang immediately.

Ye Jianyue and Wu Yue heard it very clearly. Immediately, Ye Jian turned around and stopped the servant, "Didn't you say that the private room on the second floor is gone? Why does he have it now?"

Ye Jian exuded a sharp aura. For a moment, the servant was frightened, and the disciple who was eating on the first floor looked at Ye Jian in horror.

"You... don't be ungrateful. Is Xianya Pavilion a place where you make trouble?" The servant swallowed and scolded calmly.

"Huh?" Ye Jian raised his eyebrows and immediately slapped out. The crisp slap sounded. The servant was directly pulled away from home, and finally hit the wall and vomited blood.

The disciples who were dining on the first floor were shocked and immediately avoided Ye Jian from afar, for fear of having any connection with Ye Jian. At this moment, several masters from the Immortal Age rushed out of the Immortal Age and quickly surrounded Ye Jian.

"Who are you? You dare to go wild here?" An old man wearing the Immortal Accord logo walked out slowly. After seeing Ye Jian's cultivation level clearly, he immediately shouted.

The old man's cultivation level was in the late stage of the Concentration Realm, and the several people besieging Ye Jian were all in the middle stage of the Concentration Realm, but they all exuded a powerful aura. Ye Jian stared at the old man and said lightly: "Is this how Xianya Pavilion does business?"

"Hmph! We are naturally welcome to those who eat, but don't blame us for being rude to those who make trouble like you." The old man swept the servant who fell to the ground and vomited blood, stared at Ye Jian with gloomy eyes, and then shouted coldly at the people around him: "Catch him for me!"
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