The figure shot out, and after bypassing several attics, Ye Shaohan's figure sank into a attic in vain. At the same time, a cluster of bloody flames emerged from the black robe covering him.
Burned to ashes, he took out a brand new black military robe from the necklace and put it on, stepped out of the attic, looked at the hurried Ye family disciples, and said nothing. At the same time, a Ye family disciple saw Ye Shaohan's figure and ran over.
, stood in front of Ye Shaohan and said with great respect: "Something happened to the young master! Qiu Lin and the other two Sword God Sect disciples were assassinated to death!"
A look of panic appeared on the face of the Ye family disciple.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan just frowned slightly and said calmly: "This matter is entirely left to Ye Shaoping and the Supreme Elder!"
After saying that, Ye Shaohan flashed his figure and jumped towards Wu Tang. Under the pale moonlight, Ye Shaohan's figure appeared in Wu Tang in just a few moments.
The Library Pavilion, as one of the key points of protection for the Ye family, was not damaged at all during this disaster. Before Ye Shaohan approached the Library Pavilion, he noticed the Ye Family Army patrolling around.
As one of the most loyal guards of the family, he did not dare to relax at all even at this moment. Nodding to the two Ye family soldiers, Ye Shaohan entered the library.
Dozens of bookshelves are neatly arranged on the first floor of the entire library, and what catches the eye is a pile of books placed next to the bookshelves.
Nearly hundreds of martial arts books were piled steadily on the shelves, and they were more or less stained with blood. Therefore, the air in the entire library had a faint smell of blood.
Walking to those martial arts, he waved his right hand and put those martial arts into the necklace. Ye Shaohan did not go to the second floor. Instead, he walked towards the surrounding bookshelves. He stood in front of the bookshelf and looked at the dazzling array of martial arts on the first floor.
The highest level of martial arts is nothing more than the intermediate yellow level. These martial arts are undoubtedly junk martial arts in the eyes of Spirit Emperor realm warriors. However, Ye Shaohan does not think so at this moment.
Closing his eyes, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but see that magnificent scene before his eyes: a figure raised his right hand slightly, and in an instant, thousands of swords came down, the mountains and rivers broke apart, and the space shook!
That picture seemed to be engraved deep in Ye Shaohan's mind, which could not be waved away or erased. Such pictures were constantly replayed in Ye Shaohan's mind, and a mysterious feeling filled Ye Shaohan's heart.
"This sword is called Ten Thousand Swords Strike Together! If you understand, you understand. If you don't understand, you still don't understand!"
"What you understand is yours, what you don't understand is still yours, whether you understand or not is up to you!"
The mysterious man's voice still seemed to resound in Ye Shaohan's mind. Now Ye Shaohan's Hundred Swords Strike was based on the mysterious man's Ten Thousand Sword Strikes. However, Ye Shaohan knew what he meant.
The power of hundreds of swords coming together is just the tip of the iceberg. Ye Shaohan thinks that his understanding is extraordinary, but his understanding of the thousands of swords coming together only stops there.
A few moments later, Ye Shaohan took out the jade pendant he had obtained at the Sword Tomb from the necklace. In an instant, a wave of sword intent filled the library pavilion.
Staring closely at the sword symbol on Yu Pei, Ye Shaohan felt a terrifying sword intent. His body shook, his face turned slightly pale, and he whispered: "What a terrifying sword intent! Who is he?"
Just the sword intention remaining on Yupei was so terrifying. Ye Shaohan really couldn't imagine how terrifying that mysterious man's strength would be!
After his eyes only stayed on the Yupei for a few moments, Ye Shaohan put away the necklace and took out a book of sword skills from the bookshelf. In Ye Shaohan's opinion, these yellow-level martial arts skills were undoubtedly full of flaws, but Ye Shaohan always believed that these martial arts skills still had some merits.
The saving grace was that he took out several books on martial arts from the bookshelf, walked to a desk, and started browsing these martial arts.
At the same time, a small cluster of blood-colored flames emerged from Ye Shaohan's left hand, constantly changing as Ye Shaohan's left finger shook.
At this moment, Ye Shaohan felt like reliving the time he went to the library in his previous life in college. With this warm feeling, he finished browsing dozens of books on martial arts.
Half an hour later, Ye Shaohan closed the last martial arts book on the first level. The bloody flames in his left hand also dissipated, and his face turned a little pale.
Eyes slowly closed, Ye Shaohan sat in a coiled position, Zhuque Jue and Fengshen Jue were constantly circulating in his body. At the same time, the contents of the hundreds of martial arts books he had just browsed were constantly replayed in Ye Shaohan's mind, as if there was something in Ye Shaohan's mind.
A figure, those Huang-level martial arts moves were constantly danced by this inverted figure, and at the same time, there was a trace of sweat on Ye Shaohan's face.
The next day, warm sunlight filtered in through the gap between the doors, and tiny spots of light fell on Ye Shaohan's face.
Ye Shaohan crossed his hands and placed a strange seal in front of him. The aura was floating around him. Suddenly, Ye Shaohan suddenly opened his eyes, jumped up, opened the door, looked at the rising sun in the sky, and faced forward.
Taking a step forward, his figure shot out in vain, and disappeared into the sky above the Wu Tang before several Ye Jiajun could react.
Still at the place where he practiced Fengshen Finger, the former rock wall had turned into rubble all over the ground. Ye Shaohan's figure emerged. He took a few deep breaths, closed his eyes tightly, and the contents of the martial arts he browsed last night were once again displayed.
The thought came to mind, and at the same time Ye Shaohan's figure also moved. In an instant, the figure on the gravel swayed, and the dead leaves on the ground were rolled up.
The dead leaves were flying, and hundreds of martial arts were displayed on Ye Shaohan's hands, sometimes with palms and sometimes with punches. For a time, energy surged violently within a radius of dozens of meters, and sharp explosions were heard continuously.
It wasn't until the scorching sun was high that Ye Shaohan's figure slowly stopped, his eyes slightly raised, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a smile, and said lightly: "There is something gained!"
"But it's not enough!" After saying that, Ye Shaohan stuffed a few pills into his mouth and ran towards the library again, but this time his purpose was the second floor of the library!
Compared with the nearly five hundred martial arts books on the first level, the martial arts skills on the second level are relatively small, only about a few dozen books.
However, it is precisely because of this that the value of Huang-level advanced martial arts can be highlighted. With the many martial arts on the bookshelf, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but reveal a fiery look in his eyes.
A tall building rises from the ground. At this moment, Ye Shaohan does not seek to master these martial arts, but at least absorbs the essence of these martial arts...
Still taking down the books recording martial arts from the bookshelf, Ye Shaohan once again focused his attention on these martial arts.
A few hours later, Ye Shaohan meditated again, simulating those martial arts moves in his mind.
After last night, Ye Shaohan became much more proficient in simulating those martial arts moves. However, as the level of these martial arts increased, Ye Shaohan also seemed to have some difficulty.
When the silver moon hung high, Ye Shaohan slowly opened his eyes and looked at the martial arts books piled beside him. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He had touched upon the martial arts here before, but he had not studied them as seriously as now.
Forget it, Ye Shaohan will have a new understanding every time he studies a martial skill. It does not mean that Ye Shaohan has mastered these martial arts, it is still only slightly involved.
He jumped out of the library again and ran towards the place where he practiced hard during the day. Under the moonlight, a figure danced with the wind like an elf in the night.
The moves have changed from being stiff at first to becoming natural now. Ye Shaohan's movements are as smooth as clouds and flowing water, with Mo Binming's charm, and the moves seem to come alive in his hands.
When the first ray of rising sun in the morning shone on Ye Shaohan's face, Ye Shaohan slowly raised his head, looked at the rising sun slowly rising on the horizon, and murmured softly: "Is it another day?"
The mist filled the air in the early morning. Ye Shaohan casually stuffed a pill into his mouth, and ran towards the library again, jumping into the third floor of the library under the surprised eyes of several Ye Jiajun.
In front of the meeting hall, two figures stood side by side, and they were Ye Gaoleng and Ye Shaoping.
With his hands behind his back, Ye Gao calmly listened to the story of a Ye Jiajun, then waved him away and said to Ye Shaoping next to him: "What is Shaohan doing recently? A disciple of the Sword God Sect was assassinated in the Ye Jia.
Don’t care about anything! Shaoping, how are the disciples of the Sword God Sect reacting now? Are they still clamoring to find the killer?"
Ye Shaoping, who had been silent all the time, put a smile on his lips and said: "The killers are those men in black. If those Sword God Sect disciples have the ability, then go find them yourself!"
Hearing this, Ye Gaoleng also smiled, then suddenly raised his head, looked at Ye Shaoping, and whispered: "No, are you and Shaohan busy with something?"
"The Supreme Elder, this assassination incident is over! Why do we need to study this matter, right?" After saying that, Ye Shaoping bowed slightly to Ye Gaoleng, then turned and left.
Looking at Ye Shaoping's leaving back, a trace of doubt appeared on Ye Gaoleng's face, and then he shuddered, with a hint of understanding in his eyes, and murmured softly: "Shaohan, you are quite ruthless!"
With Ye Shaoping's wisdom, how could he not see this so-called assassination incident? After Ye Shaoping's reminder, Ye Gaoleng naturally understood.
In the past two days, the Ye family manor, which had been destroyed and was in a mess, gradually regained its vitality, and several brand new attics were rebuilt.
Standing on the third floor of the library, looking down at the busy scene of the Ye family manor, Ye Shaohan also had a smile on his face. He was convinced that the Ye family would become stronger after this disaster.
After a few moments, Ye Shaohan turned around and opened the door. The third floor was the same as before, with no other changes except for a few grooves on the wall.
The three grooves were filled with sword energy, and the only martial arts in the three books of the Ye family was also among them. In this regard, Ye Shaohan only glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze.
He found a random place to sit down, and at the same time, he put his right hand up and a flash of light flashed on the surface of the necklace. Dozens of blood-stained martial arts books fell to the ground, and the faint smell of blood hit his face.