The big guy behind the curtain

Chapter 114

noon.

Ye Mo was standing on the upper string at the gate of the palace, dressed in white clothes that surpassed the snow, with black hair dancing lightly, his eyes were like gurgling spring water, warm and moist like a spring breeze.

"After calculation, I will be able to play and open the secret technique tonight. I should be fully prepared."

He thought deeply. Under the backlight, the young man in white was unparalleled in his life. The sun was shining on him through the shade of the trees, and the wind chime made an ethereal sound, which was quite strange.

not far away.

The girl in purple walked briskly, step by step, and squatted beside a clear spring in the mountains. She had fair skin, eyes that seemed to be able to see through the past and present, and smiled like a crescent moon.

Xiran is like a beauty, she is heartless all day long, but every frown and smile makes people admire her.Inadvertently, a faint coercion emanated from itself.

Ye Mo half-closed his eyes and didn't look at it, but his heart was not peaceful. Xiran was constantly transforming in a short period of time, his spirit was brilliant, and he released the breath of immortality.

Behind her, several male disciples followed quietly, their eyes full of admiration.

They stared at each other with hostility in their eyes.

Ye Mo held a strange big bow, and the ancient runes lit up, carrying a somewhat desolate atmosphere, but what puzzled the onlookers was that he did not reveal any fluctuations in his divine power.

"Ding"

A burst of ethereal music sounded, and someone came here.

A young man dressed in black, with golden lamps shining, and runes flowing, submerged him, extremely miraculous, and as he stepped out step by step, his whole person was as powerful as a god.

He is quite mysterious, and there is a kind of bright light trembling every time he moves his hands and feet.

"This is Jing Hai, the son of Peak Master Xingfeng. He entered Sendai at the age of 40, and his strength is unfathomable!"

Someone in the distance recognized it.

"Why did he come to this broken mountain? The purpose shouldn't be the same as ours, right?"

The few male disciples looked at each other, their eyes were full of doubts, and there was a tinge of anxiety in their hearts.

When Jing Hai came to the Taoist temple, he smiled at Ye Mo and Xi Ran as a greeting.

He put his eyes on Ye Mo, and was silent for a moment. Jing Hai felt a suffocating sense of oppression on Ye Mo, which was hard to match, standing there like an unshakable mountain.

"What a terrifying combat power"

Jing Hai whispered, he still knew a little about what happened a few days ago, and was afraid of Ye Mo's terrifying combat power.

Afterwards, Jing Hai took a few glances at Xi Ran, then quickly stopped his gaze, and walked past the two of them to the place where the old Taoist lived.

"What is he doing here?"

Xi Ran said curiously.

"There is a magical technique hidden in this mountain, and it will be unsealed after a while."

Ye Mo said leisurely.

"Ah? Divine art, why don't I know."

Xiran was stunned, she had been in Wunian Temple for so long, why hadn't she heard of such a thing.

Ye Mo glanced at her and shook his head helplessly.

After eating and drinking, I go out to jump and jump, and occasionally I just calm down to observe the birds on the treetops. Xiran's little life is quite comfortable.

Little did they know that the people who came to assassinate her had already died wave after wave.

"I don't even know this magical technique, why should he come here to learn as an outsider."

Xi Ran wrinkled her nose and looked dissatisfied.

These words happened to be heard by the male disciples in the distance, and they discussed with each other.

"Yufeng has secret techniques? Why haven't I heard of them for so many years since I entered Wunian Temple?"

"That's a very old rumor. Someone did get it many years ago, but as time went by, no one learned it again. As time goes by, no one will remember it."

One sneered.

"I'm afraid it's a waste of time to fetch water from the bamboo basket."

The male disciple next to him sneered, he never believed such rumors.

"I said, it turned out to be another idiot who wanted to reach the sky in one step."

"It's ridiculous for a mortal to dream of obtaining secret techniques."

They had the same thought and looked at Ye Mo with contempt. After all, among the three, he was the only one who looked like a mortal without cultivation.

Ye Mo seemed to notice it, and glanced in their direction.

The real strong will never care about these.

If he has murderous intentions because others are cursing him behind his back, then the situation is too small. Generally, people who can achieve great things always ignore the malicious slander of villains.

however.

Ye Mo made a golden ancient seal, turned into a phantom, quietly ran behind those monks, and beat them until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen.

"Unfortunately, I'm not a generous person."

he chuckled.

"what are you saying?"

Xi Ran asked suspiciously.

"It's nothing."

Ye Mo shook his head, feeling very happy.

"Back to the topic, what magic is there on this mountain?"

Xi Ran lowered her head in thought, her black hair was fluttering, she seemed to be untouched by the world, her purple clothes fluttered, showing a bit of fairy air, her graceful body, slender and charming, shrouded in Hua barnyard, like Standing in the Guanghan Palace, it is holy and far away, making people feel that they can never be approached.

If Xiran doesn't speak, she's like an unreachable goddess.

"Legends say that this peak inherits a kind of fairy art, which has the power of ghosts and gods, making all the holy places jealous."

Ye Mo explained.

"Fairy magic?"

Xi Ran was puzzled.

"Yes, because it is too mysterious, almost evil, almost immortal, so it is called fairy art."

"What's so special about it?"

Xiran was very curious and felt that this kind of inheritance must be terrifying.

"If this kind of fairy art is cultivated, Geer can make a person's combat power multiply by several times, or even ten times when it is in operation."

Ye Mo paused, then continued.

"It is said that there was a very mysterious ancient scripture back then, which did not record profound mental methods, but only recorded nine kinds of secret techniques, and it was as famous as "Tao Jing", the imperial scriptures of the Shenzhou Dynasty and other fairy books.

"Unfortunately, that ancient scripture has been dismantled, and it is difficult for the nine kinds of secret arts to appear at the same time. They are scattered in all directions, and several secret arts may even disappear forever. Rumor has it that the fairy art of this main peak is the old one. One of the nine secret arts."

Ye Mo didn't hide it, and said everything.

Of course, he only confided to the little girl in front of him that he had already sealed off this place, and no one else could investigate.

Including Laodao and Jinghai in the Taoist temple.

"So powerful."

There was a sly gleam in Xiran's eyes, and he was bound to win the magic.

"pity.."

"What a pity?"

Ye Mo held the teacup, took a sip, and sold it off.

He looked at the teacup carefully, on the snow-white porcelain body, slowly appeared a bunch of blue flowers, they were in full bloom.

"You did say it."

Xi Ran stomped her feet anxiously.

"If you want to learn the secret art, chance, comprehension, and time must be exactly the same. Therefore, even if someone knows that there is a secret art here, they still cannot learn it."

Ye Mo said with emotion.

Xi Ran smiled confidently, and then said.

"My understanding is not much worse, and my aptitude is also top-notch."

"The most important thing is that I have been lucky."

Ye Mo looked at her, nodded, and then agreed.

"Yes, stupid people have stupid blessings."

(End of this chapter)