"It's unfortunate that you came here. The Condor Hero is not in the tomb."
Jue Yuan clasped his hands together and shook his head.
Ye Chen raised the corner of his mouth and said:
"Since the Condor Hero is not in the tomb, it is okay to find the master. I heard that the master has cultivated a peerless magical skill with extraordinary internal power. The young monk wants to have a discussion with the master."
Ye Chen had expected that Yang Guo would not be in the Tomb of the Living Dead. If he had come out earlier, he would not be too disappointed. It would be okay if Yang Guo could not find Jue Yuan. Although Jue Yuan could not compare to Yang Guo in terms of martial arts, he was not far behind.
, especially the internal strength is even more powerful than that of Yang Guo. Nine Yang Magic is one of the best among Jin Yong's martial arts internal skills. He has long wanted to experience it.
However, Jue Yuan was obviously not in the mood to discuss with him now, so he shook his head and said:
"The poor monk has to settle the royal treasure and then go back to the temple to be punished. He really doesn't have the energy to discuss with you."
After a pause, as if seeing Ye Chen's disappointment, he said again:
"Wait until the poor monk returns to the temple, wait until things are over here, and then I can discuss with you when I have free time?"
Jue Yuan had already said so. Ye Chen couldn't do it, let alone force him. If it were anyone else, he would have beaten him first.
Even if the fight fails, he is not very interested in staying here. This is the Tomb of the Living Dead, and it is full of female prostitutes. It is not suitable for him to enter.
I heard that there is the Nine Yin Manual in the Tomb of the Living Dead, but the owner of the tomb is not around and it is difficult to enter. Moreover, his meridians are broken and he cannot practice his internal strength, so he is not very interested in this peerless magical skill.
After chatting with Jue Yuan for a while, Zhang Junbao next to him was just a child now, about twelve or thirteen years old. He was still very ignorant. He didn't look like he had any trace of the future great master. He just looked at it for a few times and then withdrew his gaze.
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As for Xiao Yue Nu, a disciple of Xiao Long Nu in the Tomb of the Living Dead, she had already taken Guo Xiang into the Tomb of the Living Dead when the Shaolin monks left.
This Yue girl does not have this character in the original plot, nor is she the descendant of Yang Guo and Xiao Longnu. In all likelihood, she appeared because of some kind of variables caused by the descendants' interference in all aspects of the world.
A large number of descendants have descended on this world. Although most of them have limited cultivation and cannot shake the general trend, as they continue to change some subtleties, they slowly gather sand into a tower, and a small amount becomes a big one. The storm stirred up by the butterfly wings becomes bigger and bigger.
, ultimately affecting some important plot points.
Just like the plot of Jue Yuan this time, he suspected that there was something wrong in some aspect, so that it ended in such an anticlimactic way. He ran over with full expectations but nothing happened.
I originally thought that after finally raising the dragon-elephant prajna skill to the eleventh level, the physical body would undergo qualitative changes, thereby creating an indestructible body, invincible in the world, so I wanted to show off.
In the end, nothing happened. It was as if he punched with all his strength but failed. The feeling of discomfort and depression made his chest feel tight to death.
Saying goodbye to Jueyuan, he turned around and saw Yulong and the other two people chatting with a group of people who could be identified as the descendants at a glance. When he saw him coming over, the one-armed old man waved to him quickly and said:
"Ye Chen, come here quickly, let me introduce you."
This group of descendants should be an organized group. It looks like a team with a clear division of labor. There is a team leader, a white-haired young man carrying a big sword on his back, with a proud look on his face.
As soon as he passed by, the one-armed old man pulled him and introduced:
"This is a senior descendant who has been in this world for eleven years. He has become famous in the world and is known as the White-haired Swordsman. The most important thing is that his cultivation has reached the innate level and he is regarded as the top master in the world.
He is also one of the top ten masters among all the descendants."
After staying for eleven years before entering Xiantian, Ye Chen was subconsciously not interested, but he quickly realized and looked at the descendant nicknamed the White-haired Swordsman in surprise.
If we look at the training progress of a normal descendant, after eleven years of cultivation to the three-star level, which is innate, this descendant called the white-haired swordsman is quite powerful, and he is definitely considered a person with outstanding talent.
At this time, the one-armed old man continued:
"This senior is a four-star master in reality. He has been operating in this world for a long time and is planning to do something big. If it succeeds, everyone will get at least one source of power crystal."
He happily patted Ye Chen on the shoulder and said:
"How about it, are you interested? Source power crystals are usually difficult to obtain. With your current cultivation level, if you get a source power crystal, it will be of great use whether it is used in the next world or in the real body.
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At this time, the white-haired swordsman's eyes fell on Ye Chen, and he said with an arrogant expression:
"I heard from Hongfei that you have good external skills. Show it to me so that I can arrange your position."
The tone seemed to be giving alms.
A trace of displeasure flashed in Ye Chen's eyes, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a hint of coldness. He chuckled and glanced at him from the corner of his eye:
"I never said I would join your team."
The white-haired swordsman immediately became angry with his taunting, and snorted coldly:
"forget about it!"
After speaking, he turned around, paused a step, and said coldly to the one-armed old man in a low voice:
"Don't associate with this kind of ungrateful rookie in the future. You will lose your status for nothing."
The one-armed old man also looked ugly. When he was about to say something, Ye Chen's voice came from the side:
"I heard that you are nicknamed the White Swordsman in the world. You are famous for your fast swordsmanship. You are known as the best swordsman in the south of the Yangtze River. I don't accept it!"
In an instant, the eyes of the twenty or so descendants present fell on Ye Chen. Two of them, in particular, had particularly sharp eyes. They were none other than the swordsman in white.
What Ye Chen said was already a challenge from Chi Guoguo. He was already very angry, but now Ye Chen took the initiative to challenge him. He laughed angrily and said word by word:
"I thought you were ignorant at first, but now it seems that you are extremely stupid. Since you want to challenge me, I will grant your wish, but the sword has no eyes. If there is death or injury, you will be responsible for the consequences."
"Of course you are responsible for the consequences!"
Ye Chen was smiling, but there was no trace of smile in it, but a hint of coldness, and he cupped his fists with his hands and cupped his hands heavily:
"Ye Chen, please give me some advice!"
Hongfei, the one-armed old man, his name was Hongfei, looked at him with complicated eyes, opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the white-haired swordsman, who waved his hand and said:
"Everyone, get out of the way. Today I am going to teach him what it means to respect your seniors."
The descendants around him suddenly separated. The one-armed old man sighed and patted his shoulder without knowing what to say. The gray-haired man stepped aside with his sword in both hands. Yulong didn't say anything, but he heard them in his ears.
The two people transmitted their secret voices. The gray-haired man asked him to be careful of the white-haired swordsman's fast sword, while Yulong asked him not to die. If the situation was not good, he would surrender immediately. With the three of them by his side, he would not let him die.
it's here.
Ye Chen did not answer, but stretched out his hand and made an OK gesture to answer them.
The white-haired swordsman opposite seemed to realize that they were transmitting a secret message, especially as his eyes turned back and forth between Yulong and him twice, with murderous intent in his eyes, and he clasped his fists with both hands and gave a heavy salute: