At night, in front of Hengyue Sect Hall, there were shaking figures.

Although they are all monks who can use spiritual power to relieve their alcohol, too many people still don’t want to do this. It’s rare to get drunk, and they still enjoy this feeling.

It took me a long time before the figures of the mountains gradually left.

Ye Chen and the other nine people did not return to their respective peaks, but were instead taken to an underground palace by Yang Dingtian.

At this moment, they stood in front of a huge stone gate. The stone gate was sealed with an ancient aura, densely filled with runes, and there were two Supreme Elders guarding the gate.

"What a mysterious aura." Ye Chen glanced at it and couldn't help but exclaim.

"Master, what is this place?" Situ Nan had already relieved his drunkenness, glanced at the stone gate, and hid his eyes on Yang Dingtian.

"The Palace of Wanshu."

"Wans of Wanshu Temple?" Everyone looked at me, and I looked at you. It was not difficult to see from their eyes that they didn't know that there was this place in Hengyue Sect.

"The Ten Thousand Skills Palace has existed since the founding of the Hengyue Sect." Knowing that everyone was confused, Yang Dingtian smiled gently and said slowly, "This palace brings together the insights and artistic conception of my ancestors Hengyue. It is mostly secret techniques and mysterious techniques, and also has the understanding of cultivation. It is the treasure of my Hengyue Sect."

"There is such a good place." Everyone's eyes lit up.

"A good place, definitely a good place." Ye Chen was the most excited. He was ready to copy the many mysterious techniques and secret techniques in the Ten Thousand Skills Palace.

Buzz! Buzz!

On this side, the huge stone door had slowly opened, and a mysterious aura and a vicissitudes of life surged out.

"Get in! Nine-day deadline, don't be greedy." Yang Dingtian smiled gently.

"Okay!" Situ Nan was still the guy who rushed in like a stream of light before Yang Dingtian could finish his speech.

Afterwards, Liu Yi, Nie Feng, Nangong Yue and others also walked in one after another.

Ye Chen reached the end and walked in.

As soon as he came in, Ye Chen felt a bright light in his eyes. There was a world inside, and the air was full of mysterious aura. Moreover, there were many intertwined artistic conceptions. Even if he didn't use the Immortal Ring An, he could easily capture it.

"It's you." Situ Nan, the first to come in, seemed to have captured a good artistic conception of mystery. He had already sat cross-legged on the ground, then closed his eyes and quietly understood.

And Liu Yi, Nie Feng, Nangong Yue and others also found the secret technique they liked, and then sat cross-legged in that place and quietly understood it.

Seeing this, Ye Chen was not idle either and walked inside.

The Ten Thousand Arts Palace has a huge space, and without any progress, he could see a mysterious aura floating by. Each mysterious aura was more or less carrying a mysterious secret arts or the understanding of cultivation.

"Hunyuan Seal."

"The Palm of Creation."

"Lingxiao finger."

Ye Chen went along the way and found a lot of artistic conception of secret techniques, but he didn't sit down and comprehend it, because his mysterious magical powers were basically useless to him.

Clever! Clever! Clever! Clever!

Soon, the sound of the sword sounded, making him stop.

In front of them, there were thousands of mysterious auras flying back and forth, and each of them was extremely sharp. Needless to say, these mysterious auras carried the secret technique of swords, and there were still quite a few.

"That's it." Ye Chen walked over and sat cross-legged on the ground, pulling the artistic conception of swords.

Clever! Clever! Clever! Clever!

The mysterious auras carrying the secret sword technique seemed to be spiritual, and were pulled by Ye Chen and gathered towards Ye Chen one after another, lingering around him, and the sound of the sword was very harsh.

Ye Chen's mind was empty and he was about to escape into the secret realm of swords.

He discovered that the secret techniques contained in these sword secret realms include attacks, defenses, and martial arts. Although each has its own advantages, they also have different paths and are endless and have endless mysteries.

"It's really good." A smile appeared on Ye Chen's lips, and he was completely immersed in it.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner. The nine true disciples are in one field and are quietly comprehensible. In the Hall of Ten Thousand Arts, they become extremely quiet.

.........

Jade Girl Peak, Jade Girl Pavilion.

Chu Xuan'er sat there, holding her cheek with one hand, looking at Chu Ling'er beside her, and smiled, "My good sister, aren't you going to say something?"

"Oh, sister, do you have to keep this matter back?" Chu Ling'er's face was flushed with shame.

"It's not that I'm holding on, you have to express your opinion on this matter!"

"Say... what's your expression?" Chu Ling'er's cheeks turned redder, and she couldn't help but lower her head, and she hesitated when she spoke.

"Ling'er, don't pretend to be confused!" Chu Xuan'er smiled again, then stood up, thinking about walking outside, "Give you a few days to consider. If you agree, sister, I will prepare for your wedding immediately."

wedding!

Hearing these two words, Chu Ling'er couldn't help but raise her head, looked at Chu Xuan'er who was constantly moving away, pursed her lips, and murmured, "But sister, it's clear that he likes you."

.............

Clever! Clever! Clever! Clever!

In the Wanshu Palace, Ye Chen has been sitting for three days.

During this period, he never stood up.

During this period, he kept pulling the mysterious aura, capturing the artistic conception inside, and quietly comprehend.

In the artistic conception, Ye Chen continued to evolve and used the Immortal Ring An to deduce the mystery of many sword secret techniques, thus finding their origin. The words were cumbersome and simple, and it was easy to find the essence.

"The defense has innate qi, the Eight Trigrams Formation Diagram, the single attack ultimate move has the Wind God Skill, and the Eight Dead Slashes, but I am the great power of group attacks." Ye Chen kept murmuring while closing his eyes.

"Is it possible to mix so many secret sword techniques into one secret technique?"

"Sword, the head of all soldiers, elegant and sharp."

"I want to cast ten thousand swords, turn one sword into ten thousand swords, and turn ten thousand swords into the only one."

"Ten thousand swords, Chaozong."

"It's you." Ye Chen's mouth smiled again.

This time, his mind continued to wander in the artistic conception of many swords, mixing the essence of many sword secret techniques together, and deducing and evolving through the Immortal Ring An.

It took him another three days to sit.

On the sixth day, a change occurred around his body, with sword energy lingering and sword sounding, and not the sound of a sword, but many swords are sounding, which is very harsh.

On the seventh day, he slowly stood up, but he still did not open his eyes.

Zheng!

With the sound of the sword, the Chixiao Sword appeared in his hand and was slowly dancing.

Next, it will be a long process.

While immersing in the artistic conception of the sword, he waved the Chixiao Sword. His movements were sometimes slow and sometimes swift, his sword was sometimes silent, sometimes whistling, and his sword moves were sometimes sharp and sometimes dull.

In this way, another two days passed quietly.

"It's the last day, I'm leaving." Situ Nan was the first to stand up, but he was in a good mood. It seemed that he had learned a good secret technique on the past nine days in the Wanshu Temple.

"What a fortune!" Shi Yan also stood up.

"I feel that my whole mood has sublimated." Ye Ruxue also ended and walked slowly, smiling like a flower. Looking at her expression, she didn't seem to be idle during these nine days and learned a good secret technique.

"Let's go!" Liu Yi, Nie Feng, Nangong Yue and others also walked over in a good mood in the other directions.

"Huh? Ye Chen!" Everyone gathered together. Situ Nan glanced around, but did not find Ye Chen.

Clever! Clever! Clever! Clever!

When everyone was surprised, the sound of swords sounded deep in the Wanshu Temple, as if many swords were roaring at the same time, which was very harsh.

"Is it that boy?"
Chapter completed!