Staying in Jianxin Sect, Zhuo Bufan sat in the courtyard drinking every day. Wu Chen promised to collect information about the territory of the Death Abyss and sent it to the courtyard one by one.
Gululu!
After taking a sip of wine, Zhuo Bufan looked at the map spread on the table and shook his head, "It's too incomplete, the territory of the Death Abyss is vast and boundless, the holy land is ignored at all, and the battle is left to the point of fighting, which leads to many forces entrenchment, the situation is very chaotic, and the demons and
The human race is inherently incompatible with water and fire, and the struggle is even more cruel."
"The map sent by Wu Chen is too incomplete, and it is marked with a small area. It should be difficult to get a map of the entire Death Abyss territory. The Jianxin Sect is just a small sect, even a realm master
No."
"You can't just run around like a headless fly..."
Zhuo Bufan walked out of the courtyard with a wine gourd in his hand, and wandered in the Jianxin Sect while thinking about how to find Huanxing Tears, while Leishan stayed in the courtyard.
After living in Jianxin Sect for half a month, many disciples knew him and bowed respectfully when they saw him coming out.
"Greetings to the Supreme Elder."
"Greetings to the Supreme Elder."
These days, Zhuo Bufan came out with a wine gourd. The disciples of Jianxin Sect were talking quietly behind their backs. He did not see him practicing, and only knew how to drink every day, and he had some complaints.
After all, Zhuo Bufan's servant is circulating in Jianxin Sect. He killed the yellow cow demon with one punch and killed the black wolf demon. He is extremely powerful. On the contrary, Zhuo Bufan has never taken any action. He all guessed that he was from the big family.
He came out to experience it and sent a powerful servant to protect him.
Zhuo Bufan laughed at this, he was just depressed, and only by drinking can he relieve his inner pain.
Walking along, we arrived at the collection loft of Jianxin Sect. Each sect will build such an attic to collect some martial arts, magic, martial arts, and secret techniques, so that the disciples can choose to practice.
The person in charge of guarding the Gallery Pavilion was a middle-aged man with a black hair carrying a long Qingfeng sword on his back. When he saw him coming, he immediately stepped forward and bowed, "Li Yi, I have met Elder Qin Mo."
"Well, can I go in and take a look at the library of your Jianxin Sect?" Zhuo Bufan asked.
Li Yi hurriedly said, "Elder Qin Mo, you are the supreme elder of my Jianxin Sect. You can naturally go in. You can enter anywhere in Jianxin Sect."
Zhuo Bufan nodded, took a sip of wine, and walked into the attic.
As the name suggests, the Sword Heart Sect is a sect that mainly uses "sword skills". Zhuo Bufan himself also uses flying swords and has also developed a set of "flowers are full and the moon is full, and the weather is round and waning" sword formations, which are also in the flying sword techniques.
Very accomplished.
"The sword technique of the Sword Heart Sect is divided into two factions: "Flying Sword" and "Sword Fighting". One is good at ranged attacks and the other is good at melee combat, and each has its own strengths."
"It's not easy to collect so many classics. Most of them are swordsmanship, as well as some classics assisted by sword formations, talismans, formations, etc."
While drinking wine, Zhuo Bufan read these kendo classics casually, but just shook his head, "It's too simple and too weak. There are too many studies on these sword techniques on the surface, only flowing to the surface, without any meaning. In line with his own kendo, he also plays out.
It doesn't show the power it should have."
"Qingfeng sword technique, a total of nine moves, killing enemies is like breeze blowing on the face, paying attention to the word soft and Yin, but if some people's sword skills are too strong, it is not suitable for this set of sword techniques. If you practice forcibly, you can play three ways of doing it by practicing forcibly
50% of the strength is already calculated."
Zhuo Bufan read the three hundred and two sets of kendo classics for half of them, and suddenly his eyes narrowed. He saw a broken kendo classic on the shelf. To be precise, it was just a yellowed thin paper.
Picking up the thin paper, Zhuo Bufan looked at it. There was no text on it, only a painting, which painted a bare tree, surrounded by yellow sand, and nothing else was there.
"This is also a sword script?" Zhuo Bufan frowned slightly.
Nothing can be seen from this yellow paper. For example, some advanced martial arts classics may also be a painting or a copybook, but you can feel the meaning from it, but this yellowed paper is ordinary
, there is no meaning to be emitted.
"With my current spiritual power, it is impossible for me to see the meaning." Zhuo Bufan was a little confused.
"Elder Qin Mo, are you looking at this picture too?" A soft voice rang out.
Zhuo Bufan came to his senses and looked up. A girl wearing a light green dress and a ponytail walked towards him. It was Xiruo, a female disciple who was responsible for the miscellaneous items in his yard.
"Xiru has seen the Supreme Elder." Xiruo bowed his body to salute.
Zhuo Bufan nodded, then looked at the yellowed paper and asked, "Do you know this piece of paper? Is this also a sword scripture?"
"Well, this is left by the ancestor of the Jianxin Sect's founding sect, "Feihe Immortal", but no one can understand the sect leader and elder in history." Xiruo replied obediently.
"Interesting, I'll ask Master Wu Chen if I can borrow it for a while." Zhuo Bufan immediately contacted Master Wu Chen with divine thoughts.
The leader of Wu Chen came over in person and bowed, "I have met the Supreme Elder."
"Zhengmaster Wu, can I copy this painting and understand it?" Zhuo Bufan asked.
"Of course, this painting was left by the ancestor. We disciples of Jianxin Sect are ashamed of our ancestors. After generations, no one can understand the mystery. If the Supreme Elder can understand the coldness in the painting of the ancestors, then
Let the ancestor feel at ease." Sect Master Wu Chen said.
Then, Zhuo Bufan printed a picture, left the attic, returned to the courtyard, and began to watch.
But no matter how he looks at it, he never understands the principle.
"The ancestor of Jianxin Sect is also a powerful man who is good at swordsmanship. What does he mean to leave this picture? Is it a random thing or is it a deep meaning?"
Zhuo Bufan sat in the courtyard for research, no matter day and night. It has been more than a month since he entered the Jianxin Sect. The leader of Wu Chen collected a lot of information about the Holy Land of the Death Abyss. It is rumored that there was an ancient alien bloodline resurrected in a certain place.
The secret realm was discovered in the local area, and some people obtained the magic weapon of the reincarnation level. It is true or false, and it is impossible to be sure.
"Sigh on the weak, your sword technique is more feminine and not strong enough. The place where it should be soft should be like a poisonous snake, so that the enemy cannot figure out when your next move will be launched and where you attack!"
"But the moment when the poisonous snake attacks, it inspires water waves, confuses the sight, hides behind the water, opens its mouth, reveals its poisonous fangs and bites the enemy. It should be fierce here. As long as it hits the enemy, it will definitely cause heavy damage!"
"Thank you for your advice," Xiruo put his sword in his hand, bowed and bowed, and said gratefully.
This month, Xiruo took care of Zhuo Bufan's daily life and brought him fine wine and food. Zhuo Bufan also knew the girl's thoughts and occasionally gave her some advice, which benefited Xiruo a lot and improved his sword skills.
"They all said that the Supreme Elder only knows how to drink and has no real ability, but I only know that the Supreme Elder is a real master and cannot be hidden." Xiruo was secretly happy.
On this day, Jianxin Sect welcomed a group of uninvited guests.