Lin Yueyao looked at Ye Futian's back with beautiful eyes. Hearing Ye Wuchen's meaning, it seemed that Ye Futian helped him to understand it.

But this guy is obviously only at the glorious realm of cultivation, so why is he so evil?

However, when thinking about his performance at Fenghua Banquet and Listening Banquet, he cannot be treated as an ordinary person.

"What is he doing?" Lin Yueyao asked softly.

"It should be comprehension. That is the last stone wall he has comprehended." Ye Wuchen spoke calmly, and Lin Yueyao looked at other stone walls again. She saw Yu Sheng and also saw the Black Wind Eagle.

That black wind eagle is also practicing? Understand the ruins of Cangshan?

Thinking of the Yu Sheng and Hua Jieyu around Ye Futian, it would be fine if these two monsters were just there, but now even an extremely ordinary monster would become a spirit?

Ye Futian didn't know Lin Yueyao's thoughts, or even knew that she was coming. At this time, he was still quietly conscious. He closed his eyes and let go of everything. All the stone walls on all sides were reflected in his mind. The waves roared, and the waves were higher than the waves.

Gradually, a picture seemed to appear in his mind, a figure in white was playing the piano and was sitting on Cangshan Mountain, on the coast, and someone was dancing a sword in front of him.

The sword technique was bleak, and the waves came, falling into the sword intent, turning into a thousand silk rain. On the mountain of Baizhang, the sword light was cold, cutting off the sorrow of separation.

It turns out that the poem does have artistic conception.

The golden-winged roc roars into the sky, wanting to send you off, roaring on the coast, turning into endless afterimages, and wind and waves.

All of this seems to be a picture.

The four stone walls do not exist separately, but can be united in artistic conception.

The light shone, Ye Futian's Qinhun appeared, he sat cross-legged, played the piano with both hands, and started playing it alone.

The melodious piano sound instantly attracted a lot of attention. Many people looked at him, revealing a strange look.

A ziyin master in the glory realm of nine stars plays the piano in front of the stone wall that no one can understand. Could it be that he can understand the artistic conception?

Lin Yueyao's beautiful eyes flashed. This guy...he really thought that other people didn't exist.

"Interesting." Liu Yuan glanced at Ye Futian and smiled faintly, and a strange color flashed across Yun Qianmo's beautiful eyes.

The sound of the piano is a bit transcendent, as if it is playing on an empty mountain.

In the artistic conception of the piano, there are waves swaying against the empty mountains, there are rocs soaring in the sky, and someone dances a sword to cut off the sorrow of separation. This feeling and scene are actually in line with the piano sound.

With Ye Futian playing, the will contained in the stone wall seemed to be in line with his piano sound and resonated with it. Then, a will of the piano sound came to Ye Futian's mind, making the artistic conception stronger, as if he was playing the artistic conception out with Ye Futian's hand.

Not only that, Ye Futian seemed to resonate with the other three stone walls at this moment. The will of the sword, the will of the golden-winged roc, and the will of the waves poured into his mind and was released from the sound of the piano.

A picture followed the sound of the piano and penetrated into Yu Sheng's mind. Yu Sheng's body trembled violently, and he immediately felt the artistic conception contained in the waves and the golden-winged Roc stone walls clearly presented in his mind, allowing him to have a very intuitive understanding.

The same artistic conception also entered the mind of the Black Wind Eagle. The Black Wind Eagle slapped her wings and seemed a little excited.

Afterwards, Ye Wuchen, who was standing there, suddenly felt a sword intent accompanying the sound of the piano. His eyes flashed, and then he turned to look at the stone wall of the sword. He seemed to see an extremely clear picture, with an illusory figure dancing with the sword technique.

Ruoyu was also the one who received the same treatment as Ye Wuchen, but she was puzzled at first and felt that the artistic conception in the piano sound was getting stronger and stronger. Her beautiful eyes were shocked and then she realized it and looked at the Stone Wall of the Sword.

However, the others did not know the changes that had happened to the few people, and were still quietly consciously consciously. However, in the sound of the piano, their understanding seemed to have become better and deeper, which made them all secretly happy and quietly comprehensible, and then a wonderful scene appeared. In this space, it seemed that there was only the sound of the piano, without other sounds.

It seemed like after a long time, the sound of the piano finally stopped. Ye Futian felt his own changes and showed a faint smile. It seemed that he did not need to worry about not being able to get luck in the ancient world.

Luo Junlin took over the fortune of the kings and princes in the ancient world, so he was valued by the Xuanwang Palace. So, what forces would he notice him?

As the sound of the piano stopped, some people smiled one after another, and their perceptions improved, but they did not know that it was the effect of the artistic conception of the piano. They only thought it was their own understanding. Only a very few people felt that the sound of the piano played a little role in it. The artistic conception of the piano was somewhat in line with the scene here.

Widths of sword intent flowed all over Ye Wuchen's body, and then disappeared. He opened his eyes and took a deep breath. He felt that Ye Futian was abnormal, and this was not something that normal people could do.

Ye Wuchen understood that Ye Futian might have comprehended the ruins of Cangshan. He did what no one had done before.

"What happened?" Lin Yueyao asked.

"That guy is teaching me to practice swordsmanship." Ye Wuchen whispered.

"He teaches you? Yiqin?" Lin Yueyao was stunned for a moment of beautiful eyes. Seeing Ye Wuchen nodding seriously, she immediately understood and looked at Ye Futian with some resentment. After all, they were all on the list of Cang Ye's country's style, so she couldn't let her understand it too?

Yan Lu's sword intent was flowing, his eyes were showing sharpness, and he looked at Ruo Qiu and others behind him and said, "How do you feel?"

"Senior brother, I have some understanding." Gu Jiang said.

"I also understood a little." Ruoqiu was a little excited.

"No, where are you, Ruoyu." Yan Lu nodded, then looked at Ruoyu. He saw that Ruoyu's beautiful eyes were opened and she was still shocked. She actually practiced the sword technique on the stone wall?

She felt a little crazy, and she was so inexplicable that she realized it. Qinyin brought the artistic conception into her mind. Then she looked at the stone wall, as if she had seen through the sword technique.

"It's okay." Ruoyu was a little lost.

"I don't know what I'm thinking." Ruoqiu couldn't help but say unhappy when she saw her sister being a little unwilling.

"Yun Qianmo." At this time, Liu Yuan looked at Yun Qianmo again and said, "How to talk about it, see how much you have learned?"

"No time." Yun Qianmo responded coldly.

Liu Yuan smiled and saw a wind whistling around his body. Everyone looked at Liu Yuan one after another. He saw a powerful will of wind surged on him, causing the wind between the surrounding heaven and earth to roar.

The luck bloomed, and they all merged into the will of the wind. A terrifying dark storm swept towards Yun Qianmo's body. Every wisp of wind in the terrifying tornado seemed to turn into a sharp blade of wind. It was extremely sharp. The gathering storm could tear everything apart, which was extremely terrifying.

He integrated his luck into the will of the wind and released his spells, regardless of whether Yun Qianmo refused or not, he directly launched an attack.

"What a strong will, I am worthy of being a member of the Liu family in the Thousand Alliances." Everyone looked at Liu Yuan, and it was obvious that he had understood a lot.

Yun Qianmo's body turned around, and in the violent storm, his clothes were flying, and a sword appeared in her hand.

The luck is also blooming and integrated into the will of the sword. Then, the sword intent roars, Yun Qianmo waved his sword, and a sword curtain was born around him.

The tornado was torn and collided with the sword intent. The surrounding heaven and earth changed color, huge rocks shattered, the clouds stood in the air, their long hair flew, and the sword's will became stronger, and they even cut off the sweeping storm bit by bit.

When the storm disappears, the beautiful figures of the clouds stand proudly in the void.

"I am worthy of being Senior Sister Yun." Ruoqiu exclaimed: "I felt the artistic conception in the stone wall with the sword technique just now."

Ruoyu's beautiful eyes flashed and she whispered: "The swordsmanship is wrong."

"What are you talking about?" Ruoqiu glared at Ruoyu.

"Let's try it with the power we can understand here." Liu Yuan said, and after he finished speaking, he saw his body soaring into the sky, and he was heading towards Yun Qianmo quickly like a roc bird.

At this moment, Liu Yuan seemed to transform into Peng.

Yun Qianmo held the sword, as if a sword was coming, and saw a bird coming across the void. She waved her sword, and the sword turned into light and shadow to break the void.

Afterimages appeared in the Great Roc, and the two of them were about to break out, so fast that they could not tell the naked eye.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, Liu Yuan's body had left, but Yun Qianmo's graceful body was falling continuously.

Looking at Liu Yuan again, he was proudly floating in the air and smiled faintly: "Yun Qianmo, it seems that you have no understanding. The disciple of the head of the sword sect seems to be just like this."

Many people around looked at the two of them. Although Liu Yuan had the advantage, it actually did not mean that Yun Qianmo was not as wise as him. The stone tablet on all sides, except for the stone tablet on which no one understood, the stone tablet on the sword was the most difficult to comprehend, and its artistic conception was hidden in the poem, so this was not fair.

Liu Yuan took advantage but said so, obviously he was deliberately doing this in front of Yun Qianmo.

The disciples of the Swordsman of the Thousand Alliances all showed anger, and Ruoyu also showed a hint of displeasure. She said, "Sister Yun, your swordsmanship can be more perfect."

Yun Qianmo looked at Ruoyu, Yan Lu and Wang Jue and others also looked at Ruoyu, what is this girl talking nonsense?

Ruoyu didn't care about everyone's eyes. A sword appeared in her hand, and the sword intent filled her. Then she waved the sword. In an instant, endless sword shadows appeared in the surrounding space, and the sword turned into silk rain. Each drop contained the power to cut off the void. Cooperating with the sword intent that was revealed on her body, it was obviously more clever than Yun Qianmo's sword technique artistic conception.

This scene made many people look strange, and Ruoqiu also looked at his sister in shock.

How could Ruoyu's talent be comparable to Yun Qianmo? But the sword technique she used was obviously stronger. If this sword technique bloomed from Yun Qianmo before, Liu Yuan would probably not be able to escape.

"Junior sister, how did you understand it?" Yan Lu and Wang Jue and others walked up to stare at Ruoyu.

Yun Qianmo also looked at her and said, "How did you do it?"

All the eyes of the people around him fell on Ruoyu. A woman at the level of Dharma Image and a junior disciple of the Yujian Sect actually understood the sword technique in the Stone Wall of the Sword?
Chapter completed!