Yan Yulai tapped the ground lightly with his feet and circulated Tian Boguang's lightness skill mental cultivation method. His entire body turned into a white shadow.
With a whoosh, it floated out.
"This qinggong…"
"It's a little unique. In terms of exquisiteness, it's not as good as the Wind Sending Purple Clouds, but this long journey is indeed unique!”
At this moment, Yan Yulai was like a big bird, shuttling through the forest at high speed, or stopping on the branches and leaves for a short time.
"Tian Boguang's claim to travel alone for ten thousand miles is indeed based on evidence.”
"With this qinggong, once you open up the distance, ordinary qinggong experts won't be able to catch up at all.”
"A top expert who isn't good at qinggong really can't catch up to him.”
At this moment, Yan Yulai had already arrived at a lake that was only a mile in radius.
The soles of his feet were on the surface of the water. He ran quickly as if he was walking on flat ground, but his feet did not touch a single drop of water.
"This qinggong is not bad!"
"Since Tian Boguang actually handed it over, then it must be Huashan Qinggong!”
"From now on, you can fill up Mount Hua and build a scripture library in the future. You can keep it in the legacy disciples 'area and let the legacy disciples choose.”
Yan Yulai did not force others to cultivate this or that.
In the future, with the Sutra Depository, it would be up to him to choose any cultivation technique.
……
"Next, let me see the Thirteen Forms of Flying Sand and Rocks!”
He had already tested his qinggong. Next was the saber technique that Tian Boguang handed over.
Yan Yulai was not good at bladesmanship, but he was now a grandmaster of swordsmanship. It was easy for him to use swordsmanship to understand bladesmanship and then turn it into swordsmanship.
……
A sword light suddenly appeared and spread over.
The Evil Extermination Sword was unsheathed.
In an instant, the sword light shone brightly.
Each sword was faster than the last, forming a storm. It attacked from all angles in an unbelievable manner.
When combined with his lightness skill, the sword light became even more ferocious.
You would never know where the sword light came from.
Yin!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Countless sword lights streaked across the water surface and were stirred up by the sword Qi, causing water columns to explode.
Then, the sword light disappeared.
He sheathed his sword.
"The saber technique is not bad. It can allow people to have the strength of a first-class expert.”
"This Thirteen Forms of Flying Sand and Rocks has three to four variations in each form. In the blink of an eye, you can unleash more than forty moves.”
"It is indeed enough to deal with a first-rate expert.”
"But…"
Yan Yulai stood with his hands behind his back and shook his head.
Other than his lightness skill, he was not good at saber techniques.
He could deduce the Thirteen Forms of Flying Sand and Rocks to another level with his own strength.
"In the future, I'll completely change the Thirteen Forms of Flying Sand and Rocks into a sword technique. I'll create something new and throw it into the Sutra Depository.”
Now, he could start building the Sutra Depository.
He had plundered the Qingcheng Monastery's treasury and obtained some secret manuals.
Gathering at Mount Hua and Green City could build a foundation for the Sutra Depository, and he could slowly collect secret manuals in the future.
Or creative secret manuals.
In short, a sect still needed a Sutra Depository.
As the number one faction in the future, how could it not have a scripture chamber?
……
Yan Yulai used his Light-body Technique and headed towards the gathering place of the Huashan disciples.
Three thousand strands of hair danced in the wind, his face was handsome, and his white clothes fluttered in the wind.
Under the bright moon, he walked in the air like an immortal descending to the mortal world.
"Swoosh!"
Soon, he appeared.
"Greetings, Sect Master Martial Uncle."
"Greetings, Sect Master Martial Uncle."
……
When Yan Yulai appeared.
A wave of congratulatory voices greeted them.
Yan Yulai's prestige was unique in Huashan.
Especially in the evening, when he captured Tian Boguang in one move and tortured the pervert, his prestige reached its peak.
Everyone had a respectful expression on their faces.
"It's a little lonely at the top…"
Yan Yulai shook his head slightly.
He knew that from the moment he became the sect master, he was different from his peers.
This was the difference in status. When others saw you, they would be three points lower.
However, the feeling of being respected wherever he went was still quite good.
……
"Senior Sister, Sect Master Uncle-Master, you have such a temperament. You're like an immortal descending to the earth. The more you look at it, the more flustered you become!”
"Not only is he elegant, but he's also handsome.”
"Elegant, otherworldly, dignified, and the demeanor of an expert.”
"I wonder what kind of woman Sect Master Martial Uncle likes. Which family's young lady would have the fortune to be chosen by Sect Master Martial Uncle…"
" If only I could be chosen by Sect Master Uncle-Master…"
"Little girl, are you in love? Are you crazy? In terms of seniority, it's not your turn…"
In the distance.
Unlike the male disciples of Mount Hua, the female disciples were whispering to each other on the other side of the stream. Occasionally, they would secretly glance over to peek at Yan Yulai.
Then, like a cat who had stolen a fish, they quickly retracted their gazes.
……
Yan Yulai had profound cultivation, but he wasn't fully focused on his cultivation. Naturally, he heard the whispers of the female disciples.
He could not help but rub his nose helplessly.
He had to admit that the Purple Glow Divine Art was a Xuanmen cultivation technique. After years of cultivation, it naturally gave him an ethereal aura. As the sect master, he had developed a trace of dignity. Just by standing casually, he felt like the head of the family.
In terms of handsome, he wasn't ugly.
Yan Yulai's expression was calm as he maintained his dignity. He waved at Lu Dayou and said,"
"Da You!"
"Come here!"
……
"Martial Uncle, you were looking for me?"
Lu Dayou hurriedly jogged with a respectful expression.
"Come, come, come!"
"I just evolved Tian Boguang's Thirteen Forms of Flying Sand and Rocks into a sword technique!”
"Tonight, I'll teach you this sword technique!”
……
"Really?"
Lu Dayou's face was suddenly filled with surprise.
He had tasted Tian Boguang's swift saber.
He had only blocked the first strike and was already targeted. His speed was too fast and he could not react at all.
"Naturally, I'll pass it to you. Do you think it's a joke?”
Lu Dayou and Linghu Chong, these few third-generation disciples, would be the future backbone of the Huashan Sect.
How could he not improve his strength?
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