After running away with a cub, I became the sickly villain Bai Yueguang

Chapter 43 Seven Absolute Swords

Three days later.

Ye Yan stumbled into a dense forest stele by chance.

There are ten large stone tablets as tall as a person, and the stone surfaces are all engraved with ancient Chinese characters.

Ye Yan stretched out her finger to caress the indentation of the writing on the stone tablet, and walked slowly around twice, feeling more and more familiar with the things recorded on the writing——

Isn't this what the experience of the great weapon refiner said? ?
But the annotations on the stele were much more extensive than the scrolls she was looking at.

It seems that her previous guess was correct—thousands of years ago, that master craftsman died in the Xuantian Secret Realm, and before he died, he used spiritual power to engrave his experience in crafts refining in this life on the stone tablet, longing to be known by others. The gifted posterity finds and inherits its mantle.

Ye Yan read the words silently twice, and immediately memorized them in her mind. She lowered her eyebrows and looked at her feet.

The stele says that the inheritance left by Da Neng is underground.

But no matter how she looked at it, the land under her feet was nothing more than ordinary, and she stomped vigorously, it was hard and solid.

Doubt forced the nerves of the brain to run rapidly, and Ye Yan suddenly remembered that she had read some ancient secret scrolls in the Library Pavilion before, and monks in that era were keen to use a [Seven-Armed Space Formation] to seal off the space.

However, due to the long history, this formation has been handed down to this day, and some patterns or usage have been lost, and no formation master in the cultivation world has been able to successfully reproduce it.

Ye Yan picked up a branch and sketched the general formation on the ground. At the same time, she also sketched the hidden spiritual power in the formation again and again in her mind, and deliberated over and over again the incomplete parts according to the lines and trends recorded in the file...

After a day and a night.

After eliminating thousands of mistakes in her mind, she successfully constructed a magnificent and complete formation map.

She hadn't taken formation lessons systematically before, and this deliberation was only based on instinct.

Ye Yan is not sure whether the repaired texture is correct.

A dead horse is a living horse doctor.

If it doesn't work, then just say that you have this opportunity, and you have nothing to do with yourself.

*
"Brother, it's her! It's this bitch who stole my Lingzhi!"

"Kill her! You must kill her, let her see how powerful we are!"

"Take her Cosmos Bag!"

Before Ye Yan could finish the last stroke, there was a sound of chaotic footsteps.

She turned her eyes and found that it was the male cultivator she met in Lingtian before, and there were a lot of cultivators behind him, and the visitor was not friendly.

But the male cultivator is too embarrassed now, his whole body is scorched black, as if the outside is scorched and the inside is crisp, Ye Yan struggled to identify it for a few seconds before he recognized it.

Lu Yi met a young girl again, clenched his fists, trembling with anger, he had never been so unlucky in his life!
Now he has joined the Zongmen brothers.

Must take this bitch's life!

Ye Yan's eyes fell on the Qiankun bag that Nanxiu was clutching tightly, and his hiding eyes, and his sophistry that confused the audience... couldn't help but sneer, and understood in his heart, "You said I took your things, then yours What is in the Qiankun bag? Dare to take it out and show it to your senior brother."

"This spiritual field was found by my sect, and my junior brother has spent several days thinking about it, but you are only gaining fame, and such acts can be called theft." One of the tall young male cultivators stood When he came out, he stopped the embarrassing and angry Lu Yi with his backhand, and said lightly.

This young man is obviously the so-called elder brother. He looks quite upright and dignified, but the words he said seemed to be protective and threatening, "If you are willing to hand over Lingzhi, we will spare your life, if you don't... ..."

He smiled coldly, with murderous intent in his eyes, and the dozen or so monks behind him all drew their swords to face each other.

It turned out to be a raccoon dog.

Ye Yan smiled lightly, "I don't know, it turns out that this spiritual plant is actually engraved with the names of some small sects, why don't you call it and see if it agrees?"

As she spoke, she patted the Qiankun bag, which was even more provocative, and certain words instantly angered these monks.

"you wanna die!"

Seeing that the girl was single-handed, yet she dared to utter wild words, a few monks surrounded her with swords in a murderous spirit, vowing to take her head.

To be honest, Ye Yan is really not afraid. Among the dozen or so monks, most of them are at the stage of qi training, and the only one who is difficult to deal with is the elder brother who is in the late stage of foundation establishment.

For the little minions in the Qi training period, she threw dozens of blasting charms casually, and the scene was reversed instantly, forcing a group of monks to retreat alive!
Under the shocking eyes of the crowd, the girl casually took out a large number of precious talismans from the Qiankun bag, and the universe bag seemed to be a bottomless pit, and the talismans could never be exhausted.

The relaxed and unfeeling appearance of her throwing the talisman on the spot made all the poor and ascetic monks feel bleeding from their hearts, and even resented how unfair the fate was, so they raised their swords and slashed again.

After staying in the secret realm full of aura for several days, Ye Yan felt that the bottleneck of her dantian was loosened again. She also put away her joking mentality, joined the battlefield with a sword, and honed her sword intent in real swords.

at last.

"Flowers falling from the rainstorm!" A sword intent slashed across the air.

Thousands of rain needles were condensed from the sword intent, and they charged at everyone with the force of a broken bamboo, smashing everyone's spiritual energy defense like a thousand knives.

A group of qi training disciples were knocked to the ground, crying in pain, and rolling back and forth, including the previous Lu Yi.

"...It's kind of interesting." The only remaining young male cultivator barely stabilized his figure, but his throat was full of sweetness. He was horrified, he didn't expect this woman to comprehend sword intent at such an age!

But so what?

In the face of the absolute gap in strength, any trivial skill would be difficult to achieve elegance!
The young man's eyes were burning with fire, he gritted his teeth with hatred, and was jealous of Ye Yan's outstanding talent.

The wood aura gathered around him, he stepped heavily on the ground with his right foot, and several thick vines broke through the ground, piercing straight at Ye Yan like ghost hands.

It was actually a Dharma cultivator!
In the chaos, Ye Yan's eyes were still clear, she leaped forward, swiped her sword in the air, and several vines were instantly cut off by several strong sword auras.

However, the ultimate enemy was the large number of vines, and a vine hit her head straight. Ye Yan tilted her head and narrowly escaped the blow, but blood was seen on the side of her face instantly.

Beads of broken blood splashed to the ground.

Formation looms...

"The trapped beast is still fighting, it's the end of the strong man."

The young man didn't notice the movement on the ground, he sneered at the half-kneeling girl on the ground, and ran over the fallen leaves, "I gave you a chance long ago, but you don't know good from bad, now—"

Ye Yan used spiritual energy to complete the final pattern of the formation, the stele collapsed suddenly, and the surrounding light shone brightly, instantly swallowing the girl's thin figure.

"You—" Before the young man could finish his words, he stretched out his hand to block the glare of the light, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that the girl had disappeared without a trace.

He gritted his teeth and roared:
"Find it! Find her for me! Dig three feet into the ground, and find her for me!"

*
Opening his eyes, Ye Yan found himself in a secret room, with only one coffin in front of him...could it be that great weapon repairer who was buried in it?
She casually sprinkled a healing spell on herself, and then stepped forward with respect.

An ordinary wooden coffin, not only did not engrave the owner's name, it was so shabby that it didn't even have a coffin lid.

Ye Yan stepped up the steps, saw the dead bones in the coffin, and could no longer recognize the faces.

Maybe it's because Ye Yan looked at the dead bones as his first mentor in his crafting career, but he didn't feel fear. Instead, he looked respectful and humble, with respect and... a pity.

It's a pity that a generation of great talents died in a secret place and was unknown to the world for thousands of years.

"Ye Yan was lucky to meet senior after a thousand years, and I am very grateful for the kindness of teaching senior."

She cupped her hands towards the wooden coffin, performed a set of standard apprenticeship rituals, nodded and said, "Half a year ago, due to ignorance, the younger generation accidentally entered the cave left by the older generation, and got a handbag from the older generation."

She took out the handshake and artifact blueprint from the Qiankun bag, put it in the wooden coffin, and placed it beside the corpse, "The younger generation is quite stupid, and corrected several mistakes made by the senior, and left the last two pages blank." Write down your thoughts."

"Now it is also returned to the original owner."

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