I, beat the Eastern Swordsman at the beginning

Chapter 57 Flying Immortals Outside the Sky
In the lobby on the first floor of the Sutra Pavilion, there are a large number of bookshelves neatly arranged, and ordinary sword moves are displayed here, and many disciples have already selected them.

After watching for a while, Ye Feixian, who bid farewell to Elder Wang, walked straight to the third floor.

He knew that although the exercises placed at the bottom were easy to practice, they didn't have much effect, and it was better to spend more time practicing other good exercises.

In the third floor, Ye Feixian wandered around for a long time and discovered the Qinglian swordsmanship taught by Elder Zhao Hai, as well as other sword moves of the same level, but he was not satisfied.

It is enough to have a Qinglian swordsmanship.

After reaching the fourth floor, there were almost no people here, and occasionally a few purple-clothed disciples flashed by.

After they saw Ye Feixian, they were all surprised, and then seemed to understand something, nodded with him and went to their own affairs.

On the fourth floor of the Sutra Pavilion, there are only thousands of exercises, and most of them are difficult to practice. Many exercises and sword moves are covered with dust, and no one has patronized them for a long time.

After flipping through dozens of books casually, Ye Feixian knew that there was still nothing suitable for him here, so he went straight to the fifth floor.

At the door on the fifth floor, a man with the appearance of a little old man was curled up and taking a nap, and he blocked the door alone.

If he wanted to go there, he had to wake him up, so Ye Feixian patted him on the shoulder lightly and said:

"Senior, this disciple wants to find the exercises on the fifth floor, please let me go!"

"Ok?"

Opening his eyes in a daze, the little old man sized Ye Feixian up, then closed his eyes.

"True disciples and below are not allowed to enter this floor, you should leave quickly."

Laughing helplessly, Ye Feixian waved his identity token in front of the little old man, saying:
"Elder Wang also knows what the suzerain has explained."

Hearing this, the little old man regained his energy immediately, grabbed Ye Feixian's identity token and looked at it non-stop, and finally leaned in front of him, sizing it up carefully.

"It's weird, what did you do to make the suzerain make an exception and allow you to come in?"

"Forget it, this matter has nothing to do with the old man, you go in."

"Thank you senior!"

Overtaking the opponent, Ye Feixian walked into the fifth floor of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

There are only a few hundred books in this place, and the inside has been cleaned clean, offering them like treasures.

Seeing this, Ye Feixian searched quietly from the left, and was not in a hurry anyway.

"Thunder Swordsmanship... Well, this one looks pretty good, but it's not the best, let's use it as an alternative first."

"This soul-slaying tactic sounds powerful, but there are many restrictions on practice, so it's not worth it..."

"Dragon Chanting Sword Art, such a domineering name, but it still doesn't suit me..."

Every time Ye Feixian opened a book of exercises or sword moves, he would carefully look it up for a long time, find out the pros and cons of it, and then put it down.

For a whole day, he stayed in the fifth floor of the Sutra Pavilion, and he did not show up for a long time. Some of the disciples who were suitable for his rubbings were taken away by the outside world and stayed.

They wanted to see what shocking sword technique this inner sect disciple named Ye Feixian would find out in the end!
At this time, when everyone was expecting, Ye Feixian was leaning against the corner of the wall and taking a nap. If others found out, they would be shocked.

Others can't wait to race against time in the Sutra Pavilion, trying to find the right kung fu and sword moves, but this guy is actually asleep?

"Well?"

Seeming to be disturbed, Ye Feixian shivered, then looked around sleepily.

"How did I fall asleep? It's so strange!"

Getting up and stretching his muscles and bones, Ye Feixian picked up a book of swordsmanship and read it. Not long after, he was deeply attracted by the description in it.

"This method seems to be tailor-made for me. If I don't choose it, I'm afraid I will regret it for the rest of my life."

When he closed the sword technique, he didn't know how much time had passed, but he didn't feel tired at all, instead he walked towards the door with great interest.

The old man Xiao was still dozing off, and seeing him coming out was no exception, he turned sideways to let him go.

But after inadvertently glancing at the sword manual in his hand, he stopped him immediately:

"Stop!"

"Senior, what's the matter?"

"What are you holding in your hand?"

Hearing this, Ye Feixian said doubtfully:
"A sword manual, why, are you not allowed to take it out of the Sutra Pavilion?"

"Bring it to me to see!"

"But is there anything unusual?"

Seeing the little old man looking up the sword manual over and over again, he kept silent, so he had to take the initiative to ask.

"Do you know what this law represents?"

Changing from being lazy before, the little old man closed the sword manual and did not return it to him, saying:
"For dozens of hundreds of years, my seniors of the Divine Firmament Sect have explored the mystery of this method more than once, but they have not been successful, and the years have been wasted in vain."

"Even some talented people have wasted most of their lives on this method, so that they can't improve their cultivation."

"Boy, I think your talent is acceptable, why can't you think about it?"

"Senior's words are wrong!"

After listening to the little old man's words, Ye Feixian knew that he was doing it for his own good, but he already had plans in mind.

"From the moment I read this sword manual, I have made up my mind to practice it, after all, it suits me quite well."

"like……"

"Stop!"

But the words were not finished yet, the little old man interrupted directly and seriously:
"Before you, I don't know how many people have said similar things, but without exception, they all failed."

"There are those who have deep obsessions, so they become obsessed."

"Knowing this, do you still want to choose this sword manual?"

After a pause, Ye Feixian said:

"Why not choose?"

"What others can't do doesn't mean I, Ye Feixian, can't do it."

"Senior, thank you for your kindness, but this disciple has made up his mind and cannot listen to your suggestion."

After staring blankly at him for a long time, the little old man finally let out a long sigh, waved his hand to signal him to leave without saying anything.

With the sword manual in his arms, Ye Feixian just walked out of the Sutra Pavilion when he saw many disciples from the outer and inner sects surrounded him. Some true disciples did not move due to their status, but they also turned their attention to him.

"Senior brother, you have been in the Sutra Pavilion for seven days, have you ever chosen a suitable kung fu and sword move?"

"Seven days? Is it so long?"

Hearing this, Ye Feixian showed surprise on his face, and couldn't believe that he just slept through this time.

"Yes, we have been waiting for you to appear for seven days."

"Brother, did you gain anything?"

After regaining his senses, Ye Feixian smiled at his disciples and said:

"Of course there are gains, but I can't tell you what kind of skills I have obtained for the time being."

Seeing his joyful look, all the disciples guessed in their hearts, but they all thought that he had obtained a book of the absolute sword, otherwise why are they so happy?
Leaving the crowd, Ye Feixian headed towards Shenxiao Peak, but before he stepped on the iron rope, he saw Chu Fu approaching.

Smiling and patted his shoulder, Chu Fu said:

"Junior Brother Ye, can't you even tell me?"

"Well...you can say it."

"Flying Immortals in the Sky!"

(End of this chapter)