Wu Sheng starts from strengthening

Chapter 181

These days, Pan Ye and his ruthless master have only met a few times. Every time they meet, he doesn't need to speak. Han Zhi can tell his progress in a few words with just a glance.

Moreover, he was able to explain the difficult points encountered by Pan Ye in tempering the bones, and pointed to the main points in a few words.

This point alone made Pan Ye drop his body in admiration.

No, just as he walked to the door of the small building, Han Zhi's charming voice came from inside the room: "Come in."

Pan Ye walked obediently into the hall with his head down, and saw Han Zhi who was reading a book at his desk.

The waist-length blue silk was simply tied up with a turquoise grass rope, and two strands hung slightly from her forehead, adding a touch of coquettishness to her.

Han Zhi put down the ancient book in his hand, looked up at Pan Ye, and said in a slightly surprised tone, "Breakthrough?"

"Hey, I was lucky to break through, thank you two masters for your guidance."

Pan Ye knew that his yin and yang strength would not last long against these high-level warriors, so he simply confessed to them not long after joining the sect.

Said that he accidentally practiced the exercises of Zhenyang Shengzong and Yunshanzong at the same time, and unexpectedly found that he could practice both at the same time without conflicting.

What's surprising is that Yu Ze and Han Zhi just looked at each other in surprise, as if they knew something, and didn't say much, they just asked Pan Ye to answer immediately whenever he had any doubts about his practice. Talk to them, and regularly report the progress of practice to them.

This made Pan Ye somewhat suspicious. The two sects' techniques, one Yin and one Yang, were both in the Southern Henan Province, and they had been hostile for thousands of years.

Is there some inexplicable connection between them?

However, these conjectures are hidden deep in Pan Ye's heart. For him now, they are too high-end, and he is just a small seventh-rank warrior.

"Go further and let me take a closer look."

"..."

Da Da Da~
Pan Ye walked up to Han Zhi obediently.

A scallion-like, slightly cold finger tapped lightly on the back of his hand.

The coolness permeates the body through the epidermis of the skin, as comfortable as eating an iced watermelon on a June day.

"Your strength..."

After a while, Han Zhixiumei frowned slightly,
"It's the first time I've seen such a strange power. It's distinct and doesn't affect each other. Could it be that it's in the legend..."

She muttered to herself, and quickly realized what she was talking about, and immediately stopped talking, and asked instead:
"Did you feel anything strange after breaking through?"

"It's not strange, I feel that I have become stronger..."

Pan Ye waved his arm and said something nonsense.

"Well, if you find any abnormality in the future, please let me know in time."

"Yes, Master."

……

From spring to autumn, year after year...

Pan Ye, freed from all troubles, concentrates on honing his martial arts cultivation and martial arts.

It's that time of year again when the snow falls.

Pan Ye put down the brush in his hand, picked up the cloak of love that Senior Sister Ling'er sewed for him, put it on his shoulders, and gently opened the window.

Under the gloomy sky, the peaks of the Yunshan Sect were shrouded in huge shadows, and the heavy snow rendered all the spaces in sight white and flawless.

The icy cold wind surged into the room, blowing Pan Ye's hair flying.

Looking at the silver-white spectacle between the sky and the earth in front of him, Pan Ye let out a long breath, threw off the cloak on his shoulders, and dressed in a black robe, he turned over and jumped into the courtyard. Jump into the vast white snow.

If someone is at an altitude of hundreds of meters at this time, they will be able to see in the snow field below, a black figure that is constantly beating, holding a crimson light beam that is constantly swallowing, and quickly outlines three large characters visible to the naked eye on the flat snow field :
"The book is over."

(End of this chapter)