Soul Ferry: My master is Uncle Jiu

Chapter 153 The terrifying nameless sword technique

When An Yan got closer, he realized that the hoe in front of the door was rusty and the lock on the door was also rusty. It seemed that the owner of the cave had not been back for a long time.

Whether it was because he encountered an enemy when he went out or something else, he never came back.

He didn't know, and he didn't go into it. After all, he was here to hunt for treasures, not archeology, and he wasn't too interested in the affairs of the owner of the cave.

It's a good thing to know, but it's no shame not to know.

An Yan condensed a trace of mana with his fingers and swiped across the rusty iron lock. Like cutting tofu, the iron lock was cut off easily and fell to the ground.

Then he carefully pushed the door open and entered, while using his magic power to prevent the other party from leaving any traps.

Pushing the door open, there is a dining table with a teapot and teacups covered with dust. On the left is the bedroom.

"It seems like it's just an ordinary family."

An Yan felt a little bad in his heart when he saw the ordinary interior of the house, but thinking that the formations outside could resist the black fish demon's entry, he thought that the owner of the cave had a strong cultivation base.

bedroom!

Finally, he looked at the bedroom. If there was nothing in it, it would really be a wasted trip.

Entering inside, An Yan, who was full of expectations, showed disappointment. There was nothing, nothing, everything seemed ordinary.

The decoration in the bedroom was like that of a farmhouse. The quilts on the bed were neatly stacked and no books were found. It seemed that the owner of the cave really didn't leave anything behind.

An Yan showed a hint of disappointment and sighed. There is a time in life that must come, but there is no time in life. Don't force it.

"That's all, I'm too persistent."

After realizing that there really wasn't the panacea or magic weapons that he imagined, An Yan left the thatched hut without touching anything inside.

But the amazing thing is that it has been a while since he came in. It was already dark outside, but it was as bright as day inside the cave. There was a hard rock wall above his head, and there was no sunlight coming in. How did the peach trees grow and bloom?

"Obviously everything seems ordinary, but it feels incredible at the same time."

An Yan stood in front of the thatched house, stroking his chin and feeling conflicted.

With the mentality of coming here, he took a good look at this small world and found that it was really suitable for seclusion.

"My current strength is still too weak. With my previous actions, I might have been on the Fire Ghost King's blacklist. It is unrealistic to go to Fengdu rashly."

"I might as well cultivate here for a while, wait until I break through to the Immortal Level, and then go out to seek revenge on the Sky Fire Demon King. And once I have the strength of the Immortal Level, I won't have to use any seduction in front of the Fire Demon King."

"A real man only has one word, do it!"

"If the Fire Ghost King doesn't accept it, just go ahead and defeat her."

An Yan murmured to himself and suddenly became enlightened.

Instead of running around like a headless fly, it is better to calm down and practice patiently. Speaking of it, he has not officially passed the retreat since his practice.

This doesn't work, how can you say you are cultivating immortality even if you are not in seclusion?

So An Yan closed the stone door of the cave, took out a futon from the storage ring, and started meditating directly.

It has to be said that as he immersed himself wholeheartedly in cultivation, a trace of immortal power was quickly transformed into his body, and the aura on his body became more and more floating, as if he was about to soar away in the next moment.

On this day, An Yan woke up from meditation and stretched himself out. Although he had been practicing all day, when he saw that his strength was improving at a speed visible to the naked eye, he did not feel bored, but felt a sense of joy. The feeling of being in it.

The weeds in the vegetable field had grown a lot taller. He couldn't help but look at the scratched stone wall next to the peach tree. At this moment, he seemed to understand why it was covered with scratches.

Maybe it was the marks left on it by the original owner of the cave who used his magic power when he had nothing to do. Thinking like this, An Yan condensed a touch of magic power with his fingers, then threw it towards the stone wall with a smile on his face. He had to prove whether he had been here before.

Snapped!

There was a slight noise.

"what?"

However, to An Yan's surprise, his magic power, which was enough to cut through fine iron, was unable to leave a scratch on the stone wall.

Do not!

Not to mention scratches, not even a trace.

This really aroused his interest. Could it be that the stone wall was formed by meteorites from outer space?

Not believing in evil, he raised his finger again, condensed a stream of immortal power, and then threw it out.

The thrown fairy power struck the stone wall like a sharp sword, making a more obvious sound.

However, the result was far beyond An Yan's expectations.

There were actually no traces left on the stone wall, and the place where Xian Li cut it was as clean as new.

"Interesting! Really interesting!"

This really caught An Yan's attention, and he couldn't help but stand up and walk to the stone wall.

I saw scratches crisscrossing the stone wall, presumably left by the original owner. And his current strength is not enough to leave a trace on it, so how strong must the original owner be who can leave clear scratches on the stone wall?

True immortal? Immortal? Or stronger?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but raise his hand to touch the scratches on the stone wall.

The moment his hand touched the scratch, a powerful and surging sword intent followed his fingers and rushed straight into his brain. Subconsciously, he wanted to block this sword intent with his consciousness.

But this sword intention is too powerful. In front of the sword intention, the consciousness of the Lianxu Hedao realm is like a three-year-old child, broken by a touch.

The sword intent goes straight to the brain!

An Yan's body trembled and he froze in place. The scene in front of him changed. He saw it!

A gray-haired old man.

What is the old man doing?

I saw the old man breaking off a peach branch and swinging it on the rough stone wall without any rules. Every time he waved it, he could leave a clear scratch on it, and the powerful sword energy surged from the scratch.

Logically speaking, such surging sword energy is enough to flatten the mountain. However, under the old man's powerful control, it was forcibly stopped in a corner and condensed into inconspicuous scratches.

As the old man waved from time to time, the originally rough stone wall became covered with scratches and criss-crossed.

The more he looked at An Yan, the more frightened he became, and he couldn't help but throw himself in. He discovered that the old man's seemingly unorganized gestures actually hid an extremely powerful sword technique.

He believed that if the old man hadn't deliberately restrained his energy, the ghosts and gods would have cried and the world would have been shocked if he had used this powerful sword technique.

The fate is coming!

An Yan, who realized the power of this swordsmanship, stared at the peach branch waved by the old man with all his attention, and his mind moved accordingly.

Time passed and the peach blossoms fell. An Yan kept this posture, letting the pink peach blossoms fall on him.

On the proficiency panel, I don’t know when a new technique appeared.

[Unnamed swordsmanship, not yet started, proficiency: 0/10000. 】

The proficiency of this swordsmanship is actually more terrifying than the Shangqing Dadong Sutra. The proficiency level of just getting started is already as high as 10,000 points.

Horror!

(End of this chapter)