Mortal: Fengling Linggen, married Chen Qiaoqian

He held the jade slip in one hand and instantly copied all the cut scenes he had just seen perfectly into the jade slip.

After finishing all this, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Even with Yan Yun's amazing memory, it is not easy to remember so many complex and detailed lightning patterns at once.

Yan Yun calmed his mind slightly, and immediately began to meditate on the lightning pattern.

As soon as he saw these lightning patterns, he was 70% sure that they were the key to the formation of thunder wood.

Yan Yun sat there for a whole day and night, and his whole body was as motionless as a wooden sculpture.

Suddenly, his eyelids moved slightly, and his hands suddenly flicked, and suddenly there was a loud thunder.

Golden arcs of electricity shot out from the fingertips, then shattered into countless hair-thin electric wires that shot out in all directions.

Yan Yun was muttering something and pointing in the air with his hands.

When the electric wire paused, it suddenly condensed towards the middle, then intertwined and intertwined in the void, forming a strange pattern, which was exactly the same as a lightning pattern in Yan Yun's memory.

Just as the pattern was about to take shape and condense into a special existence like a golden cloth, there was a sudden "puff" sound, and the whole piece of cloth burst in an instant, disintegrating and disappearing in the sound of thunder.

Yan Yun took a deep breath. Instead of disappointment on his face, there was a hint of excitement in his eyes.

At the moment the golden lightning pattern took shape, he keenly sensed an indescribable power.

However, when he tried to explore deeper, something went wrong with the interweaving of an electrical wire, making all his previous efforts go to waste.

Yan Yun took a deep breath and rubbed his hands quickly. A thick golden arc of electricity jumped out again, accompanied by a low roar.

The same shattering phenomenon occurred again, and countless golden electric wires emerged like mushrooms after rain, the number far exceeded the previous time, presenting a spectacular and dense scene.

Driven by Yan Yun's powerful divine consciousness, the electric wires in the air were precisely arranged according to the structure of the thunder wood, gradually forming a series of identical thunder patterns.

However, this process was extremely difficult. Even with Yan Yun's outstanding spiritual awareness and precise control of his clear and bright spiritual eyes, he encountered failures many times, and each time was accompanied by explosions.

After trying seven or eight times, a golden "brocade handkerchief" finally appeared, floating in the air, motionless.

This palm-sized brocade handkerchief has an extremely eye-catching lightning pattern engraved in the center, flashing with mysterious light.

When the brocade handkerchief took shape, Yan Yun's face showed surprise.

He waved his hand gently, and the handkerchief floated down and was caught by him steadily.

The brocade handkerchief feels soft and has a smooth and delicate surface, even better than real silk.

Even without the aid of the spiritual eyes of Ming and Qing, it is difficult to detect any flaws.

Yan Yun studied the handkerchief carefully, then his eyes focused and he suddenly threw it into the air while casting a spell.

The brocade handkerchief turned into a golden light and rose above his head. After spinning once, it emitted a low thunderous sound.

Then, the brocade handkerchief began to shatter, and a phantom-like lightning pattern emerged from the fragments, appearing light golden and translucent.

At the same time, a powerful spiritual energy wave burst out from the lightning pattern and rushed straight into the sky.

In a mysterious space, Yan Yun sensed a powerful energy fluctuation.

He stared at the mysterious symbols appearing in the air, his heart filled with excitement and anticipation.

Although he has not yet fully activated this power, he has already felt the strength of the spiritual power contained in it, which is far greater than the evil-repelling divine thunder he had used before.

Yan Yun took a deep breath and raised his hand into the air. With a deafening thunder, the symbols glowed and condensed into a brocade handkerchief again, falling into his hand.

Afterwards, he spat out golden arcs of electricity again, and using the power of the evil-repelling divine thunder, he began to try to condense the second lightning pattern object.

After some effort, another object with lightning patterns finally appeared. This time it was no longer a brocade handkerchief, but a golden round bead that was flashing with faint lightning light.

Yan Yun carefully compared the differences between the two, and suddenly realized something, and he opened his mouth and spit out a ball of silver flame.

He quickly made hand gestures and pointed at the flame. The flame immediately made a crisp sound and then exploded with a "bang", and countless silver sparks flew everywhere.

During the spell casting process, Yan Yun used his divine consciousness to gather and transform the silver sparks into thin threads of fire.

However, when the flames were halfway intertwined, they suddenly burst and reformed into a silver fireball.

This phenomenon caused Yan Yun to think deeply, and then he transformed the fireball into a firebird, made it fly back and merge into his body.

Then, Yan Yun tried to use his own magic power to condense the green spiritual silk, but the result was similar to the previous Soul-Devouring Heavenly Fire. The spell dissipated and disappeared when it was halfway through.

Faced with this situation, Yan Yun did not continue trying, but fell into deep thought.

He observed that although the mysterious powers contained in the two thunder pattern objects came from the same source, there were significant differences in the details.

The thunder force in the brocade handkerchief is stable and pure, while the thunder force in the golden beads appears restless and potentially dangerous.

After some thought, Yan Yun speculated that these lightning patterns might be naturally formed runes, and each pattern had a unique function, similar to the existence of immortal characters.

Mastering the secrets of thunder patterns is not something that can be achieved overnight; it requires long-term study and practice.

Yan Yun knew this very well, so he carefully stored the two treasures containing thunder patterns in a jade box and affixed several forbidden talismans to ensure their safety.

Then he put them into the storage bracelet together with an important jade slip.

In the remaining time, Yan Yun chose to close his eyes, rest and adjust his state.

On the morning of the third day, he opened his eyes, lifted the ban on the quiet room, pushed open the stone door and walked out.

As was his habit, as soon as he left the stone chamber, he released his divine sense to explore the surroundings, sweeping across the entire hall in an instant.

At this moment, a shrill man's laughter reached his ears. The sound was strange and unpleasant, like a broken gong.

Yan Yun frowned slightly, but did not stop. Instead, he walked straight into the hall.

Before he completely walked out of the passage, he heard the man's wild laughter:

"Xu Xianzi, I have to admit defeat. You failed to fulfill your promise. Now is the time to agree to my disciple's marriage proposal."

Yan Yun walked out of the passage calmly, and with a glance he took in the entire situation in the hall.

In the hall, there were four people standing opposite each other in pairs, seemingly in some kind of confrontation.

In that slightly mysterious scene, a female cultivator named Xu stood side by side with the blue-eyed burly man Zhuo Chong.

At this moment, the female cultivator surnamed Xu looked as pale as paper, and Zhuo Chong's expression was also extremely ugly.

Opposite them stood two people in black robes.

One of them was an old man with a thin face and triangular eyes. He was wearing Qingming armor and exuded an extraordinary aura.

The other one was short in stature, with sparse, burnt yellow hair and a face full of pockmarks. He was a middle-aged dwarf.

At this moment, the old man with triangular eyes was laughing loudly, and his laughter echoed in the space.

"Senior Yan!" As Yan Yun appeared in the hall, the blue-eyed man saw him at a glance.

He was stunned at first, then hurried forward as if he had been pardoned and saluted respectfully.

When the female cultivator surnamed Xu saw Yan Yun appear, a look of surprise suddenly appeared on her originally pale face.

Yan Yun paused, his mind suddenly filled with a myriad of thoughts, but his face remained calm.

"You must be the new Daoist Fellow Yan!"

The old man's wild laughter suddenly stopped, and he showed a hint of surprise, and began to look at Yan Yun carefully.

At the same time, Yan Yun quietly released his divine sense to scan and found that the old man was a cultivator in the middle stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm.

His realm is even higher than his own, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.

Yan Yun's eyes were slightly cold, and he asked the two of them:

"Who are you two fellow Taoists? Why are you making such a commotion here?"

Yan Yun's behavior made the triangular-eyed old man very angry. Although the other party's cultivation was not as good as his, he treated him with such an attitude, which was really intolerable.

However, when the old man thought of Yan Yun's identity as an ascended monk, his anger was instantly suppressed. He introduced himself with a fake smile:
"I am Huang Bao, the leader of the 27th team. I am visiting Fairy Xu this time just to talk about something. It is best for you not to interfere."

The female cultivator surnamed Xu bit her teeth and said coldly:

"I don't have anything to say. This matter seems to be only related to your disciple. Senior, don't you think it's unfair for you to suddenly intervene in this matter?"

The old man with triangular eyes snorted coldly and stared at the woman with his venomous eyes.

"Why, Fairy Xu, do you want to break your promise to me? Fairy Xu didn't tell me beforehand that I can't ask for help from others."

"If you have the ability, you can ask for help. Otherwise, don't bring disaster to your Xu family."

The female cultivator surnamed Xu could not help but show a look of shock and anger in her eyes, "My affairs have nothing to do with the Xu family, senior, please do not implicate innocent people."

A dispute surrounding a gambling agreement quietly unfolds.

There was such a past between Fairy Xu and the dwarf.

The dwarf once proposed to Fairy Xu, and Fairy Xu, relying on the extremely cold power of her Ice Crystal Sword, personally promised that if the dwarf could make his life magic weapon withstand a blow from the Ice Crystal Sword without being frozen, she would be willing to accept the marriage.

Later, the dwarf accomplished the task, but Fairy Xu seemed to regret it and hid here.

At this time, an old man jokingly mentioned that all the Manchu members of the Xu family witnessed the bet between Fairy Xu and others.

The implication is that now that some people are unwilling to keep their promises, they will naturally look for these witnesses to argue.

When Fairy Xu heard this, her face turned even paler and her eyes involuntarily turned to Yan Yun. Although she did not say anything, the pleading in her eyes was clearly visible.

The blue-eyed man beside him also looked helpless.

Yan Yun frowned slightly, touched his nose, and asked indifferently about the so-called bet.

He knew in his heart that if it were not for the fact that the woman surnamed Xu was the descendant of the Ice Soul Fairy, he would not have easily asked about this matter.

After all, given his status and position, asking about this matter would, to some extent, imply his intention to interfere in the matter.

When the triangular-eyed old man saw this, his expression changed slightly, and then the dwarf's eyes rolled around.

He chuckled and recounted in detail the bet he had made with Xu Xianzi.

After hearing this, Yan Yun once again confirmed with the woman surnamed Xu whether this was true.

Xu Xianzi angrily admitted that her life treasure had been tampered with, otherwise an early cultivator would not have been able to withstand her attack. Although the old man did not speak, a hint of pride was revealed in his triangular eyes.

The dwarf jokingly pointed out the reality that the Ice Crystal Sword could not freeze the Green Wave Blade, and the woman surnamed Xu was speechless.

Yan Yun asked them to demonstrate it again. If that was the case, he didn't want to interfere.

Otherwise, ask them to leave because this is the base of Team 56.

Faced with Yan Yun's stern tone, the old man agreed immediately, because he was afraid of Yan Yun's identity as an ascended monk and did not want to make enemies unless it was necessary.

The dwarf quickly spat out a green flying knife, which circled in front of him, with a sinister smile on his face. The flying knife was dazzling and flashing, appearing to be extremely extraordinary.

Yan Yun narrowed his eyes, a blue light flashed in his pupils, and he cut off the flying knife completely with one sword.

This green wave blade contains two completely different kinds of spiritual power, one is weaker and the other is extremely powerful.

Under the gazes of so many people, the woman surnamed Xu felt nervous, but she could only shake her sleeves and wave it away.

In an instant, a beam of white light shot out, circled in the air, and then turned into a crystal clear flying sword, hovering above her head.

This flying sword is none other than her life-saving magic weapon that she has cultivated with great effort - the Ice Crystal Sword.

In fact, this woman was also full of helplessness at this moment.

Even if the Green Wave Blade was secretly tampered with by someone, it would only take some time for her to recover.

By integrating the newly found Ten Thousand Years Black Jade into the Ice Crystal Sword, and after its power is greatly increased, there might be a chance to freeze the Green Wave Blade completely.

At this time, although the woman surnamed Xu had released her flying sword, she did not dare to act rashly.

She immediately chopped at the green flying knife. She looked at Yan Yun hesitantly, with a hint of hesitation in her eyes.

Yan Yun's eyes slowly swept over the ice crystal sword and the green flying knife. Suddenly, he grabbed the flying sword in the air with one hand.

The woman surnamed Xu only felt that her life-saving magic weapon shook violently, and then with a "whoosh" sound, it instantly escaped from her control and was captured by Yan Yun.

Yan Yun tightly grasped the hilt of the sword with one hand, and lightly flicked the sword with the fingers of the other hand, which immediately emitted a long and clear sound like the cry of a phoenix.

The sound was pleasant to the ears, like the sound of nature, echoing in this silent space.

The old man with triangular eyes was startled when he saw this scene, and then a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

When a cultivator's cultivation reaches a certain level, he can indeed use the secret techniques to enhance the power of his own magic weapon.

However, it is not easy to increase the power of other people's innate magic weapon out of thin air.

This involves many difficult issues such as the adaptation of spiritual power and the coordination between exercises, and it is often difficult to perfectly integrate different powers.

Even if a senior has bestowed powerful power on his disciple's natal magic weapon.

It was also by chance that he obtained an extremely mysterious talisman, and he spent half a month painstakingly refining it before he succeeded.

And the Yan Yun in front of him is just an early stage cultivator.

The old man was certain that he would never believe that the other party could add any special power to the flying sword in an instant. (End of this chapter)