I, beat the Eastern Swordsman at the beginning

Chapter 242

In the vertical sun, Ye Feixian was already in the scripture storage pavilion.

Ye Feixian has been dazzled by the countless exercises and cheats.He wanted to find sword skills, but it had to be suitable for him. If he practiced indiscriminately, he might become enchanted.

When Ye Feixian was struggling, a lazy voice interrupted his train of thought.

"Boy, there is a time limit in the Sutra Pavilion, you must go out within three hours!"

Ye Feixian looked back, and an old man in black slowly came to Ye Feixian, stroking his white beard, and kept looking at Ye Feixian.

"Elder, I don't know if there is a swordsmanship practice here?" Ye Feixian bowed, this person's aura is not exposed, he must be a master, for this, Ye Feixian must be able to get some information from the old man's mouth.

It can save Ye Feixian a lot of time searching.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect you, Ye Feixian, to be famous, but you don't have arrogance on your body. It's not easy!"

Ye Feixian smiled wryly, as if the old man was mocking himself.

"Elder, you are joking, what this junior does is only for everyone!"

"Okay! For the predestined things, just feel it with your heart!" After the old man finished speaking, he laughed a few times and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Ye Feixian thought about it again and again, but decided to see if there is a treasure in the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

Outside the Sutra Pavilion, the suzerain and the elders are waiting for Ye Feixian to appear.

The suzerain promised Ye Feixian to enter the Sutra Pavilion. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for Ye Feixian. Everyone wants to see what kind of fetish Ye Feixian will show!
"Sovereign, I think it will be difficult for Ye Feixian to get that thing out, so let's not get excited!"

"Yes! Ye Feixian is powerful, but that thing is extremely strict in choosing its master!"

The suzerain didn't say a word, his eyes were still fixed on the Buddhist scriptures pavilion in front of him.

"Ye Feixian, as long as you can take out that thing, our sect may go further, it's up to you!"

The suzerain closed his eyes, slowly waiting for Ye Feixian to appear.

Ye Feixian in the Sutra Pavilion didn't know the suzerain's expectations for him at all, and was a little tired looking at the scroll in front of him.

"None of these things seem to suit me!"

Ye Feixian scratched his head. There are indeed many exercises in the Sutra Pavilion, but there are not many books that have entered Ye Feixian's eyes...

"Boy, it seems that you still haven't figured it out!" The old man came to Ye Feixian with a calm expression.

Ye Feixian hurriedly stood up from the ground. He had already searched for hundreds of scrolls, but in the end he still couldn't find a satisfactory one. Seeing that time was running out.

Even if he made great contributions to the sect, the rules are the rules, and he must leave the Sutra Pavilion when the time comes.

According to the current situation, I am afraid that Ye Feixian will return empty-handed in the end.

"That's all! I'll give you a set of curling techniques today! I hope you can subdue him!" With a big wave of his hand, the old man flew from the shelf into a set of curling techniques in Ye Feixian's hands.

"This exercise was left by the ancient sword god, and it happens to be the same as what you want!" Ye Feixian bowed to the old man quickly after hearing the words, and carefully looked at the exercise in his hand.

"Recognize the master with a drop of blood, and the rest depends on your luck!"

After the words fell, the old man disappeared again. Ye Feixian sat on the ground, bit his finger, and the moment the blood dripped on the Jufa, the Jufa in front of him was slowly floating in the air.

Outside the Sutra Pavilion, the Sovereign smiled instantly.

"Hahahaha! As expected of the person I have my eyes on, Ye Feixian really did not disappoint me, pass on the order! Ye Feixian retreats!"

"Yes!"

In order for Ye Feixian to comprehend the exercises smoothly, the suzerain gave him enough face.

The outside of the Sutra Pavilion is heavily guarded, and idlers cannot enter at all, even the elders did not do this in retreat!
"here is?"

Ye Feixian scratched his head, he actually entered a sea of ​​spirits.

Sure enough, the elder did not lie, he could create his own spiritual sea, this person must be extraordinary, even the suzerain did not have such strength!

"Boy!" The ethereal voice was deafening, and Ye Feixian looked up, and it turned out to be a statue.

The person engraved on it showed delicate features, but the majesty emanating from his body made Ye Feixian dare not neglect him at all.

"My lord, I broke in unintentionally, and I hope that my lord will not blame me!"

Ye Feixian knelt on the ground on one knee, and he could feel that if he fought with this person, he only needed one move, and he would be smashed to pieces in an instant.

"This is the exercise I left behind, called Yuanyang! This exercise combines strength and softness, and those who practice it must be meticulous and clean!"

"Cleansing?" A layer of cold sweat broke out on Ye Feixian's forehead instantly. He is not married yet, so what is purifying?No wonder this person looks a bit sissy.

"You can enter here, which means that you are destined to me. This is the best strategy of the practice, and you need to find the worst strategy by yourself!"

After the voice disappeared, Ye Feixian slowly opened his eyes, with hesitation flickering in his eyes, especially the word "cleaning" made Ye Feixian unable to let go of it.

"Ye Feixian, how are you?"

When Ye Feixian walked to the Sutra Pavilion, he was indeed taken aback by the battle in front of him. It turned out to be the suzerain standing in front of him with all the elders.

"Sovereign! I have obtained the exercises, and I still need to go back to practice!" Ye Feixian bowed to the suzerain, but did not say the mandarin duck sword technique.

Ye Feixian decided to take it easy on the practice of mandarin duck swordsmanship.

This matter is no small matter, Ye Feixian would rather not practice mandarin duck swordsmanship than it is absolutely impossible to purify himself, it is a lifelong event!
"Elders, since Ye Feixian came out, you should all disperse on your own!" After the suzerain finished speaking, all the elders soared into the sky and disappeared in front of Ye Feixian.

"Boy, tell me the truth, do you have something difficult to tell? Why are you not as excited as I thought?"

No matter who the suzerain is, he has long noticed the hesitation in Ye Feixian's eyes.

The mandarin duck swordsmanship is a great opportunity for the sect to jump into the dragon's gate. To make the sect stronger, prestige alone is not enough. It also needs a large number of talented disciples.

Obviously, Ye Feixian is the candidate that the suzerain is looking for, so naturally he must do his best to cultivate it.

"Back to the suzerain, I did get a book of exercises, but this exercise is actually to make me cleanse myself!"

The Sovereign's eyes widened, it was the first time he heard such a weird request.

"Cough, cough, Feixian, sometimes if you want to be strong, you have to pay something..." After the suzerain finished speaking, he patted Ye Feixian on the shoulder meaningfully, turned around and disappeared.

"This... I believe you!" Ye Feixian looked up, could it be that he really wanted to cleanse himself?
(End of this chapter)