Eternal gate

"It's swordsmanship again."

After walking through a street, Zhao Yun returned disappointed.

The red dots marked by Yunyan are not very high-level secrets, and the remaining artistic conception in them is not necessarily very mysterious. According to the Moon God: garbage...those are all garbage.

Zhao Yun didn't stop, still looking all the way.

There are many disciples in the secret mansion, but not all of them are there to gain enlightenment.

Without realizing it, I had a clear consciousness. When I saw him, I couldn't help but look sideways. Who makes him a celebrity? The new sect defeated Chu Wushuang in a big competition. This matter had already spread throughout the entire Tianzong.

"I heard that he has a strong learning ability."

"Well, he is the master of the Baijia School. He can basically master the ultimate moves of evildoer disciples."

"What a genius!"

Wherever there are people, there is always talk.

No matter where Zhao Yun goes, he can hear his name, and many people come to say hello. They are not fools. They all know the potential of this guy. Give him enough time. He is at least the deputy head coach level. Now he has established a good relationship. , it will be easy to hold on to in the future, it is a potential stock! Invest upfront.

nature.

There are also some prickly heads and unkind eyes.

Zhao Yun ignored this and would not cause trouble as long as others did not cause trouble.

Went to a secret place again.

This secret place has not been marked by Yun Yan.

However, he had a martial spirit and found it easily. After immersing himself in it, he realized that it was the secret of martial arts. The explanation was quite comprehensive. He removed the dross and extracted the essence, and soon returned to reality.

By the way, he also marked it on the map.

This is what Yun Yan told him, and he will exchange it with other elders in the future.

In this way, for win-win cooperation, everyone comes in to find opportunities, so it’s better not to waste time.

"Xiu'er, is there any treasure here?" Zhao Yun asked.

The so-called treasure is a secret method that defies heaven, or an artistic conception full of profound meaning.

The moon god only focused on repairing the moon and did not reply to him. His expression said everything: find it yourself.

Zhao Yun coughed dryly.

You have to rely on yourself for everything!

He walked around, saw a lot of secret techniques, and found a lot of artistic conceptions.

But, none of it was what he wanted.

When I walked onto a wooden bridge, I met a familiar figure: Liu Ruyue.

This person doesn't seem to be looking for a secret, but just wandering around.

That's right, she is the body of a heavenly spirit, and has her own inheritance of bloodline secrets. Any one she chooses will have considerable power, just like the extremely powerful heavenly spirit.

Well, after it was improved by Mr. Zhao, it became the Nine-Word Killing Immortal Jue.

"Thank you for saving me that night." Liu Ruyue opened her lips slightly.

"It takes a little effort." Zhao Yun said lightly and passed by.

Liu Ruyue opened her mouth slightly, still wanting to say something, but Zhao Yun had already walked across the wooden bridge.

She sighed in her heart and drifted away.

She left, but Zhao Yun turned back and stood on the wooden bridge, looking over and over again.

There is a river under the bridge. The water is clear and clear, and sometimes one or two fish can be seen swimming by.

This wooden bridge is not simple.

In other words, the river under the wooden bridge is not simple. It contains a touch of artistic conception, a vague artistic conception that is difficult for ordinary people to detect. If he didn't have a martial soul, he wouldn't be able to find the clue.

He rolled up his trouser legs, got off the wooden bridge, and walked back and forth.

Soon, he rolled up his sleeves again, sometimes bending down, sometimes lifting up a piece of river water.

Han Xue once passed by with strange eyes.

Did this guy come to the Secret Mansion to catch fish?

Many disciples would show a hint of surprise when they walked across the wooden bridge.

This guy is not only catching fish, it seems he also wants to take a bath here.

Just say it! The first place in the new sect competition, the ruthless man who defeated Chu Wushuang, is not a normal person, and what he does is different from others. People are looking for secret skills, but he is catching fish in the river.

"Where has it gone?"

Zhao Yun muttered a lot, and could vaguely capture the artistic conception, but it seemed to be faintly visible, and he couldn't find it if he didn't pay attention. In his opinion, the Taoism was too shallow and he couldn't find the foundation of the artistic conception.

"You...are Ji Hen?"

When Zhao Yun was looking for him, he suddenly heard a voice.

He subconsciously looked back and saw an additional figure on the wooden bridge.

He is a young man, wearing purple clothes.

"This guy looks...too arrogant."

This was how Zhao Yun felt when he first saw the young man in purple.

I don't blame him for being like this, it's just because the young man in purple doesn't look very normal. How abnormal can he be? The left eye is a bright, big and round eye; the right eye is like a willow leaf, small and focused, and as for the pair of eyebrows, one is slanted upward, the other is slanted downward, and the nose is extremely long. It takes up most of the face, and the most delicate thing is the mouth, a really standard cherry mouth.

Such a look of honor made him unconsciously think that the purple-haired young man's facial features were all stolen from others. He stole this one and that one. Only in this way did he have the face he has now.

No matter how you look at it, it's not harmonious. Not only is it arrogant, it's simply too arrogant.

People cannot be judged by their appearance.

Although the young man in purple clothes does not look good, he is very powerful. He has an erratic temperament and a vague aura. He has power hidden in his body. He does not know what power it is, but it is very mysterious.

According to his opinion, it should be the power of blood.

"It's me." Zhao Yun smiled.

"I heard that you defeated Chu Wushuang." The young man in purple said calmly.

"It's a fluke." Zhao Yun said, and went to fish again.

Seeing him like this, the young man in purple clothes was quite displeased. He always felt that he had been left out. To put it harshly, he was ignored. How could he bear it? He casually picked up a sword energy and slashed at Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun frowned and his body trembled suddenly, extinguishing the sword energy.

"Sure enough, he is quite virtuous." The young man in purple smiled faintly.

"Senior brother, I didn't recruit you!" Zhao Yun glanced at him.

"I am Ao Mie, waiting for you at the inner gate."

The corners of the purple-clothed young man's mouth curled up slightly, and he walked away with a flick of his sleeves and a rather strange pace.

Why do you say weird? Because that guy, the soles of his feet do not touch the ground when walking, and the soles of his feet are still three inches from the ground, that is... walking in the air, which is very embarrassing. It should be a weird secret method in the bloodline inheritance, walking without touching the ground, They all look tall.

"Ao Mie?" Zhao Yun whispered in his heart.

He had heard of this name, or Qing Yao had told him about it. He was a true disciple of the inner sect, ranked fourth, second only to Xinghun. Being ranked fourth, he must be very good at fighting, judging from the skill he had mastered before. The sword energy was powerful enough, not weaker than Chu Wushuang's five-color sword energy.

He closed his eyes and continued groping in the river.

The artistic conception exists, but it is difficult to capture and find its foundation.

Such an evil artistic conception must be very extraordinary, maybe it contains a secret skill that defies the heavens.

"What...are you doing?" Mu Qinghan came.

She still didn't believe it when she heard that her junior brother was fishing here.

I came over to take a look and found that I was really fishing here, and I was fishing so seriously.

"Here is a treasure." Zhao Yun smiled.

Mu Qinghan took a deep breath and glanced at it.

Such a river is crystal clear, where can this treasure come from?

So many elders have been here, and some of their treasures have been taken away long ago. Will it be the younger generation’s turn?

"Time is precious and cannot be wasted." Mu Qinghan said.

"Understood." Zhao Yun smiled.

"Oh, so I'm here. I've been looking for you for a long time."

Look! The place where Mr. Zhao is is usually very lively, and there are so many people passing by here. Before Mu Qinghan left, Huanmeng appeared out of nowhere, and there was also a secret palace token, and there were still a few days left, I heard Zhao Yun came here to catch fish and admire it.

"You guys chat." Mu Qinghan smiled and walked off the wooden bridge.

"Have you found the treasure?" Huan Meng lay on the railing of the wooden bridge and flashed her beautiful eyes.

Zhao Yun said nothing, his eyes were not working well? Isn't this what you are looking for?

"Magic sent word that I will meet you in the Imperial Capital in nine days." Huan Meng smiled.

"Aren't you afraid of being destroyed when the Holy Son of the Demon Family goes to the Imperial Capital?" Zhao Yun glanced at Huan Meng.

"The current intelligence network of Tianzong and the royal family is just a decoration."

"Which company is so courageous that it almost fell into the hands of Daxia's intelligence network?" Zhao Yun asked while fishing. Mainly out of curiosity, the intelligence network of Tianzong and the royal family had been destroyed. What did he think about this matter? I have heard it more than once, but I don’t know which force it is.

"The eight dynasties unite, this battle is enough." Huan Meng flipped her hair.

"This means that the Eight Dynasties still have a lot of spies in Daxia!" Zhao Yun sighed.

"This is the reason why the Eight Kingdoms specialize in Daxia's intelligence network." Huanmeng Youyou said, "For example, the Tianzong, from the Supreme Elder to the ordinary disciples, has long been infiltrated by various dynasties, as well as important officials in the court. , border generals, and even city lords from all sides... there are people from other dynasties, and there are not a few of them. If they attack together, it will be uncomfortable for Daxia. If Daxia's five Heavenly Martial Realm hadn't suppressed the formation, I'm afraid they would have fallen apart long ago and would have been destroyed. The eight dynasties jointly annexed."

"No wonder the forces of the Blood Clothes Sect, Rashomon and the Corpse Clan are so unscrupulous."

"So, the imperial capital is safe." Huanmeng shrugged, "In terms of intelligence network, today's Daxia is not as good as my Demon Family. Without the eyeliners all over the world, the royal family is blind."

"I will keep the appointment in nine days." Zhao Yun replied.

It doesn't matter if you choose to be in the imperial capital, you won't be afraid of the devil's tricks.

If the Mo family really wants to harm him, the devil will not be able to leave the imperial capital.

"Keep catching." Huan Meng smiled, turned around and left.

"Do you have bodhi flowers in your magic house?" Zhao Yun asked hurriedly.

"This...you have to go to the Buddha Land to find it."

"Where is the Buddha Land?"

"The devil knows." Huanmeng waved his hands and walked away.

Afterwards, another vague words came back, "Ask Prajna, she might know."

"I have to be able to find her too."

Zhao Yun cursed for a while, and after entering the secret palace, he never saw Prajna.

The Buddhist believers did not play their cards according to common sense and wandered off somewhere.

After that, few people came.

Zhao Yun catches fish with peace of mind...well...find the artistic conception.

Moon God once glanced sideways at the river, and there was indeed a mystery inside.

Look! Those who are blessed by God must have extraordinary luck. You have found such a good place. There are many kinds of artistic conceptions, such as the one in this river. Although she, the god, does not like it, she is like Zhao Yun. For mortals, this is an incredible opportunity.

The premise is that Zhao Yun can find it.

She won't help with this matter.

As the same saying goes, wherever you go depends on your own destiny.

"You are the one."

Zhao Yun scolded, reached into the river with one hand, and grabbed a piece of river water.

Unfortunately, he was not caught.

"Where to go."

Zhao Yun waded through the water and chased him out, his eyes filled with surprise.

It's strange, a touch of artistic conception is as fresh as a fish, and it actually ran away on its own.

The artistic conception ran fast, and he chased it quickly. He tried several times but failed to catch it.

He didn't catch it. The disciples who passed by had strange looks in their eyes. They were sure that Zhao Yun was catching a fish, and what he caught was a very restless fish. Otherwise, they wouldn't have chased him all the way.

"The person who won first place is not very smart!"

"It just so happened that it was such a crazy person who defeated Chu Wushuang."

"Hey, who can I ask to explain this?"

There was a lot of discussion and chatter. People who came to the Secret Mansion looking for an opportunity all pointed their fingers and said that the guy didn't play according to common sense. Now that I see it, the rumors are true. He did a mindless thing and got it. Holding the token, he went to the Secret Mansion to catch fish. If this was spread, no one would believe it.

Plop!

The water splashed up, and Zhao Yun jumped into the air again.

That touch of artistic conception is much more lively than a fish. It is mainly invisible and can only be captured by perception. Sometimes it disappears and sometimes it appears. It seems that there is a super intelligence playing hide and seek with him.

"If I can't catch you, I'll take your last name."

Zhao Yun cursed secretly again and chased him all the way.

In the distance, I saw a beautiful figure standing gracefully on the arch bridge, with beautiful eyes closed. She must have found some kind of artistic conception on the bridge, and was meditating on it. People passing by did not dare to disturb it.

It was Chu Wushuang.

Because Zhao Yun came all the way, she was awakened.

To be honest, she looked quite displeased. She was trying to gain enlightenment, but her mood was disturbed.

However, when he saw it was Zhao Yun, he could not help but frown slightly.

"Where to go."

"Run, you run again."

"Okay, it's really yours."

Zhao Yun cursed one after another, only looking at the artistic conception, as if he didn't even see Chu Wushuang.

Chu Wushuang stepped forward, leaned slightly on the railing of the arch bridge, and looked down.

The river was so clear that you could see the bottom at a glance, and there were not even a few fish. What was this guy doing here? Many disciples climbed onto the arch bridge and gathered to watch him flapping back and forth.

If there was such a big movement like catching a fish, no one would be there.

"Give me... a seal."

There was a loud shout and a domineering howl.

That guy Naiman Teng used the Ice Escape he just learned to freeze all the river water in this area.

"Catch it!"

Man Teng grinned, catching fish! It's easier to catch if it's frozen.

Zhao Yun's face turned dark for a moment. If he was just catching fish, why should he freeze it with you?

With a tremor of his true energy, the ice cracked instantly and turned into a flowing river again.

Plop!

Zhao Yun's eyes were as bright as a torch, and he pierced it fiercely.

This time, the aim was accurate and the grasp was just right. Wuhun really touched the artistic conception.

Just because I touched it, my mind was instantly drawn into the artistic conception.

Looking from the outside, he looked like a statue, stuck in the river, motionless. Although his eyes were open, they looked hollow, and the expression on his face was extremely dull.

Lost in thought?

When Chu Wushuang saw this, she frowned slightly.

If what she expected was true, Ji Hen should have fallen into the artistic conception.

In this way, Ji Hen is not catching fish.

To be precise, Ji Hen was catching the artistic conception before, and he had already caught it now.

This is scary.

Can the artistic conception run on its own?

She had never heard of such an artistic conception, but Ji Hen found it.

Thinking about it, I felt relieved.

Don't forget, that kid has a martial spirit.

In this secret palace, martial arts are easier to use than vision.

To put it bluntly, it was a god-level attack.