What did they hear?
The famous top sword cultivator in the Eastern Region actually lowered his arrogant attitude and asked Ye Junlin for advice on how to learn the sword! !
This is simply...
Everyone hissed and gasped, and their eyes on the silver-haired young man changed again and again.
"Ah," Ye Junlin looked strange, "What makes you think you need me to teach you how to practice swordsmanship?"
In fact, what he wants to say is, any sword requires me to practice it myself? !
"You don't know something. The sword you used that day shocked me deeply. I decided that you were far ahead of me in the art of swordsmanship!"
Xue Wuhen's eyes were shining and she said firmly.
After he finished practicing the sword, he calmly sat cross-legged in front of the sword monument on the mountain behind the sect. He had been honing his sword heart for decades, thinking that nothing in the world could shake him...
Until that brilliant sword light flashed across the top of his head, and the ninety-thousand-mile clouds opened its way in a mighty way, which made him unable to stop him. He was so shocked that the sword's heart almost cracked!
What a sword that shocked the past and present? !
Awesome, so awesome!
Later he learned that the sword light that shook the fourteen states in the Eastern Region was the masterpiece of Xuantian Sect Ye Junlin.
At this time, seeing the deity coming in person, Xue Wuhen couldn't hold back her inner excitement. She left behind her previous aloof and aloof persona and directly transformed into a little fanboy to get close to him.
It is enough to show how much impact Ye Junlin's sword cast that day had on Xue Wuhen's heart.
Even people like this don't hesitate to put down their arrogance, just hoping to learn a few moves and improve in kendo.
"Oh, so that's what you meant,"
Ye Junlin suddenly realized and spread his hands helplessly, "It's just improvisation. I really can't teach you this."
"Really? I don't believe it."
Xue Wuhen said this with a stiff smile, but his forced smile was inexplicably a bit scary.
As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, while insiders watch the door.
At that time, that sword was more than just a fairy weapon. The sword power, sword intention, and sword energy contained in it were simply unheard of and flawless. This must be a sword cultivator with profound knowledge in the way of swordsmanship. .
Ye Junlin was stunned.
"Fuck! I'll step on the horse to see if you believe it or not!"
He just shook his face and walked away.
Li Wujie was so shocked that he opened his mouth. Is it really okay for Master to do this? This is the famous Xue Wuhen, who is nicknamed the Sword Fairy in White!
Everyone onlookers were frightened, fearing that Xue Wuhen would become angry because of this, so they drew their swords and killed him.
Looking at the silver-haired young man who was rude and too lazy to talk to him, Xue Wuhen tried hard to keep the smile on his face. It disappeared bit by bit and was replaced by...
Full of grievances.
Could it be that my attitude was wrong and made Senior Ye angry?
Xue Wuhen was really eager to improve in the way of swordsmanship, but unfortunately he had already represented the highest level in the Eastern Region, so he had no choice but to retreat to the Xuanji Sword Sect and spend all day pondering the sword monuments carved by the sages of the past generations.
Now, he finally saw someone who was more accomplished in swordsmanship than him. Xue Wuhen was extremely happy. It was like seeing a ray of light in the vast darkness. It was hard-won!
Therefore, even if this person did not give him a good look, Xue Wuhen had no intention of getting angry at all, and even felt that this was the attitude that a real swordsman should have!
The next second.
Under everyone's incredible gazes, Xue Wuhen rushed over with a sword in hand.
Then, following Ye Junlin, a look of pleading appeared on his stern face, and he said in a good voice: "Senior Ye, just teach me, please, Senior Ye..."
Seeing this scene, countless monks stood in the wind and looked messy, feeling that their filters for the sword fairy in white were shattered.
"Damn! Are you annoyed? I told you I can't teach you!" Ye Junlin waved his hand impatiently, as if swatting away flies.
But this is not the case...
Xue Wuhen's enthusiasm has not diminished.
Instead, he felt that Ye Junlin was deliberately testing his sincerity. He continued to lick his face and shouted one after another, Senior Ye, which reflected what perseverance meant.
"What a sword fanatic." Li Wujie sighed. He was also immersed in the art of swordsmanship, but instead of showing contempt for Xue Wuhen's shameless behavior, he felt the same way.
Thinking about it from his perspective, if he is in the field of swordsmanship and it is difficult to break through in his life, and a big boss who is more powerful than him suddenly appears, maybe with a few clicks, he will be able to make breakthroughs and make rapid progress. Presumably even him will be able to make breakthroughs. Unable to stay calm.
"Sword crazy? I think he is a crazy man!"
Ye Junlin said disgustedly.
He glanced at Xue Wuhen, who was following him with a forced smile. His usually stern face looked like a pervert, and the more he looked at it, the worse it became.
I really can’t teach, why are you still relying on me?
Ah, so angry!
Li Wujie, out of sympathy for his kind, carefully and secretly sent a message: "Master, how about you... give me some advice?"
In the eyes of the third disciple, what the master is best at is enlightening others. I still remember that day on the execution platform, he understood every sentence, which inspired many monks to make rapid progress.
Since then, these four words have been regarded as wise sayings and have been widely circulated throughout Huangzhou.
Now, in the face of Xue Wuhen's desperate pleas, it would be better to say something to smooth things over.
Ye Junlin's mouth twitched.
Give me some advice, sister!
You really think I can fool you by just talking nonsense, right?
"Senior Ye, please." Xue Wuhen said with hopeful eyes.
Ye Junlin was troubled, and a glint flashed in his eyes.
Okay, you forced me to do this!
Don't blame me for cheating you!
"Ahem",
Ye Junlin pretended to cough a few times and said enigmatically: "Since you are so sincere, I will give you some pointers."
Hear the words.
Xue Wuhen was stunned at first, then said excitedly: "Thank you, Senior Ye, for your advice!"
There was a commotion in the crowd.
Everyone couldn't wait to see how this person would instruct this famous sword cultivator in the Eastern Region.
Ye Junlin gently raised his hand, and a forgotten branch lying on the ground flew to his hand with a whoosh. The branch was four feet long, bare and unremarkable.
This is to be written with branches.
Then, Ye Junlin turned around and faced the majestic mountain in front of him. He looked at it with a calm face, his eyes were deep and unruffled, and his aura of a worldly master spread out, making everyone secretly surprised.
"Look, I will present my understanding of the way of swordsmanship through the next word. You have to think carefully about how much good fortune you can have. It all depends on you."
"Senior Ye, please!"
Two blazing flames ignited in Xue Wuhen's eyes, and her heart was filled with endless expectations.
One word?
What kind of words can withstand Senior Ye's understanding of the way of the sword! ?
Everyone was instantly intrigued and watched intently.
"Come on, master is about to write!" Li Wujie said excitedly.
Hong Qianye wondered secretly, "Really or not..."
Uh-huh!
Under the convergence of countless gazes, Ye Junlin's aura suddenly sharpened, like a peerless sword unsheathed.
I saw him holding a branch in his hand, facing the mountain in front of him with a pen and writing the structural strokes of the font with a strong stroke.
Rumble~! ! !
In an instant, the cloudless sky was suddenly filled with lightning and thunder, wind and thunder surged, and the wind howled violently, as if God could not tolerate the appearance of this word.
"This, this is..." Many people's expressions changed, feeling extremely dazzling and difficult to see clearly.
As the huge font gradually took shape on the mountain, a sky-shattering domineering force rushed towards the face, which was shocking.
"alright!"
After finishing it, Ye Junlin threw away the branch and said perfunctorily: "Go and get it."
Anyway, I have done enough, and you can do the rest by yourself!
In the visual background of the thunderous thunder, it's like ghosts and gods are crying.
This newly formed font, with bursts of bright light flowing, occupying the entire 10,000-meter-high mountain, looks like a grand gesture at first glance.
"What exactly did Senior Ye write that made me feel so dazzling that I even felt like I wanted to worship..."
Xue Wuhen endured the pain in his eyes and tried his best to see clearly. When he saw clearly, his pupils were shaking uncontrollably, his expression was filled with extreme shock, and he blurted out, losing his voice:
"Grass--!!!"
