Ye Hongyu looked at the barrier and was stunned. She knew that she had lost, or that the other party had defeated with the same power as her. She had never lost among practitioners of the same age.

If you have never lost, you will always be lost.

She lowered her head, and tears flashed in her eyes, but the night was very thick at this time, and under the cover of the faint night, no one saw the tears.

Ye Qi waved his hand to disperse the barrier, looked at Ye Hongyu and Chen Pipi who were gloating on the side, and said nothing, leaving outside the thatched house.

Chen Pipi looked at his back, rubbed the bag still on his forehead, and then looked at Ye Hongyu, who was lowering his head, and was puzzled. Why?

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There are not many people in Zhishouguan, so time passes quickly. January time passes by, and Ye Qi also finishes reading the current Japanese volume.

Since he spent most of his time in the thatched hut, it was possible that his actions that day did solve the problems that might be in the viewing scene. He had never seen Chen Pipi and Ye Hongyu again.

On this day, he came to the fence of the third thatched hut. The third book of heaven, the word "Sand" scroll was placed in this thatched hut.

During the fight with Ye Hongyu a month ago, he realized that he lacked his mastery of Taoism. The martial arts collected by the Taoist Sect for countless years were recorded in the sand-word scroll. There were inexplicable techniques, such as the methods of the Shanye Sect, the supreme magic techniques of the Haotian Taoist Sect, the stern and wonderful techniques of the Buddha Sect, and even the mysterious evil techniques of the Demon Sect.

The word "Sand" scroll records almost all the practice methods in the world. In terms of quantity and quality, only the collection of books on the back mountain of the academy can be compared with it, just like that word, as complex as river sand.

Just as he was about to push the door, Ye Qi turned his head and saw that the middle-aged Taoist had come behind him at some point.

"The content of the word "sha" scroll cannot be viewed forcibly. When Ye Su was reading this scroll, he had to stab himself with a sword. Liu Bai is the same. You need to be prepared."

The word "Sand" scroll describes the great way of the world, and people who are waving towards the Tao, especially those with a profound realm, must be tempted by the great way. If they are sunk in the vast martial arts, who knows how many years will be in the world. When they wake up, they may turn into dead bones.

More importantly, the Sand Scroll itself carries those great ways, the great ways are profound, and pregnant for many years in the mysterious heavenly books, and has long produced many mysterious changes. At first glance, the endless great ways have turned into the sword of Tao to tear your sea of ​​divine. At that time, the severe pain was definitely not tolerated by ordinary people.

Ye Qi naturally knew what would trigger watching the sand-word scroll, bowed to the middle-aged Taoist, and said, "Thank you for your reminder."

After saying that, Ye Qi pushed open the door and walked in.

The middle-aged Taoist shook his head. Since the senior brother's instructions were to let him come to see the heavenly books without any other, then his persuasion should be too much of a concern.

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The layout of the third thatched house is similar to the first one, and even the cover of the sand-shaped scroll is not much different from that of the sun-shaped scroll. Ye Qi turned the sand-shaped scroll open, and a few rays of sunlight shone on the pages, illuminating the human figures painted in thick ink very clearly. There are countless lines flowing back and forth between the human figures, and below the human figures, there are several lines of text recording the essence of the practice and precautions of the exercises.

The first skill that Ye Qi saw was called the Tianxiaxi Divine Finger.

Knowing it, guarding it, and making the world a stream, so once pointed out, the world is peaceful.

As he looked at it, Ye Qi's face turned pale. Because he endured some kind of pain in the sea of ​​consciousness, sweat beads continued to roll on his face and rolled to the ground, his eyes became dissipated, and he seemed extremely weak.

But his brows did not frown, his eyes were dull, but they were still as sharp as a sharp sword.

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Three days later, it started to drizzle in Zhishou Temple, and clouds and mist finally appeared in the sun. Because there were no clouds at all times, when the rain was raining, white clouds covered the entire temple, which was more picturesque than any other place.

A sword intent pierced out along the third thatched hut. A few strands of golden thatch broke under the sword intent and fell into the rain and lost its color. Then, Ye Qi pushed the door out and walked staggeringly on the stone pier in front of the thatched hut. He still wet his gray Taoist robe by the rain.

Waiting for the dense words and human portraits in his mind, he looked at the foggy lake at this time, and felt that the formation on the lake was different. He looked at the peach tree that was swaying in the rain.

Then he looked over the peach tree. The thick cloud was rendered into a very rich purple by the lightning inside, and a terrifying thunder was fostering inside.

"Thunder is the power of Haotian's punishment." The middle-aged Taoist appeared behind Ye Qi and said.

Ye Qi pointed to the peach tree, looked at the middle-aged Taoist and asked, "So, will this tree be my Taoist sword?"

Middle-aged man nodded and said, "This tree has been raised by the breath of heaven and earth in the sight for many years. If thunder descends, it is the best Taoist sword."

Just as he finished speaking, the thunder sound resounded from the sky, and the sky filled with clouds was suddenly torn apart, and the mist in the sight was also torn apart. The purple thunder went down the crack like a long river and landed on the peach tree.

The peach tree ignited a fire in an instant, as if thunder ignited the breath of heaven and earth that it had accumulated over the years, and the fire rushed straight into the sky. At the same time, because the fire of the peach tree burned was extremely strong, it fell around it, and the accumulated rain turned into water mist, causing the fire to become distorted.

The fire was large, so it didn't last long. Within a dozen breaths, the fire came to an abrupt end. After waiting for the mist there to dissipate, the originally tall peach tree was gone, leaving only a half-person-high charred wooden stake.

"Go and take a look." said the middle-aged Taoist.

The two walked over, and the middle-aged Taoist made a gesture. A wisp of the gathered energy of heaven and earth was like a knife, cutting towards the wooden stake. The charred surface outside the wooden stake turned into black wood chips at a speed visible to the naked eye. In a moment, it became wooden strips as thick as a human forearm.

The middle-aged Taoist picked up the wooden strips and handed them to Ye Qi and said, "The Taoist sword needs to be carved and polished by the sword holder himself. At this time, the power of thunder punishment and the breath of heaven and earth of the peach tree itself blends as soon as possible."

Ye Qi took the wooden sticks and said, "Thank you."

After saying that, he stretched out his fingers and stroked the wooden strips. A mysterious but strong aura came out from his fingers. Brushed through each of the wooden strips, and wood chips fell off from the wooden strips until an ancient and narrow wooden sword was formed.

The middle-aged Taoist looked at it, held his hands behind him, and then looked at Ye Qi in disbelief. This is the God of Heavenly Stream. How could he have the God of Heavenly Stream?
Chapter completed!