Chapter 647

Yan Shaotang didn't pay too much attention to the look of others.

But immersed in the sad and beautiful artistic conception of the sword.

The more he went in, the more Yan Shaotang marveled.

That sad and beautiful sword, in his eyes, even exceeded the scope of fencing.

It's an art!

you 're right.

It is a sad and beautiful art.

In Yan Shaotang's eyes, it must be something that can be done only by the ancient peerless sword cultivation.

Not to mention Yan Shaotang, even Yan Feiling and others are also infected by this sad and beautiful artistic conception.

"Sobbing, brother Shaotang, Feiling also felt the beauty in the scar. Feiling really worshipped the elder who left the scar." Yan Feiling's eyes were red and seemed to be moved.

Yan Wushuang's face became more and more strange.

If Yan Feiling knew that it was ye guchen who was despised and hated by her that left this scar.

That must be a wonderful situation.

"Alas, it's a pity that I'm not born at the right time. Shaotang really wants to meet this elder. My swordsmanship is far less than one ten thousandth of that of this elder. If he can appear in front of me, I will kneel down immediately and beg to worship him as a teacher." Yan Shaotang sighed again.

He just wants to make a look that resonates with the scar.

Want to move Yan unparalleled heart.

Prove yourself to be an affectionate person.

But Yan Wushuang's face remained unchanged and remained silent.

She also saw that Yan Shaotang wanted to attract her attention.

But

This method is really low-level.

"Oh... Next, let's go to the last chance place." Yan Shaotang said with a smile.

Seeing Yan Wushuang's face unchanged, he thought it was pretentious reserve.

That is, Yan Shaotang wants to shine at the last level.

Completely win the beauty's heart.

Yan Wushuang was helpless and sighed.

We can only take Yan Shaotang to Jianzong tower.

Ye guchen is still closed on the ninth floor of the Jianzong tower.

However, on the ninth floor, only ye guchen can enter, so Yan Wushuang is not worried that Yan Shaotang will disturb ye guchen.

"Is this the sword tower? It's OK." Yan Shaotang said with a light smile.

I don't know how many of these cultivation towers were in the Yanyun Dynasty.

There was a hint of contempt in his eyes.

"What floor of Jianzong tower did cousin break through?" Yan Shaotang asked.

"The seventh floor." Yan Wushuang said faintly.

"Oh, the seventh floor? It's good. Cousin, today, I'll challenge the sword tower to see if I can break into the ninth floor." Yan Shaotang smiled.

But with extreme confidence in his tone.

He is the favored son of the higher Dynasty. He is only a cultivation tower. Can it be difficult for him?

Yan Wushuang and others didn't speak.

The other disciples of the inner court also kept silent with tacit understanding.

In fact, they also dislike Yan Shaotang.

Although Yan Shaotang is not as outspoken as Yan Feiling.

But the faint pride is very uncomfortable.

Subsequently, Yan Shaotang and Yan Feiling began to break through.

Yan Feiling was sent out when she broke into the sixth floor.

"Damn..." Yan Feiling's expression was very ugly.

She was a spoiled Princess Feiling in the Yanyun Dynasty. Unexpectedly, she was frustrated again and again in this small low Dynasty.

First, he was cruelly abused by Ye guchen, and then in these places of opportunity, he was not as good as Yan.

This means that Yan's unparalleled talent is much higher than her.

If Yan Wushuang had Yan Feiling's cultivation resources after changing his position, I'm afraid he would have been an expert in the great entrance.

"Hehe, cousin, don't be discouraged." Yan Shaotang comforted one or two at will, and then he began to break through.

The first floor lights up

The second floor lights up

The third floor lights up

Yan Wushuang and others were also surprised at the speed of breaking through the pass.

Almost no slower than ye guchen before.

But they immediately thought that ye guchen's difficulty in breaking through the pass was ten times that of ordinary people.

Yan Shaotang's difficulty in breaking into the tower is ten times simpler than ye guchen.

But the speed of breaking through is just close to ye guchen.

Thinking of this, Yan Wushuang admired ye guchen more and more.

The other disciples in the inner courtyard also showed admiration again and again.

Yan Feiling glanced at this scene, gave a Jiao hum, put her arms around her chest and said, "now you know where the gap between you and brother Shaotang is."

"The arrogance of our higher dynasties is far from that of your lower dynasties."

Yan Feiling thought that the praise came from Yan Shaotang's performance.

Unexpectedly, it was ye guchen who really praised in the hearts of all the people.

Funny, Yan Feiling misunderstood that it was Yan Shaotang's performance, which surprised everyone.

"Brother Shaotang is so powerful that these people of lower dynasties are stunned." Yan Feiling couldn't help admiring Yan Shaotang more.

Finally.

The eighth floor of Jianzong tower lights up.

Yan Wushuang and others also contracted their pupils.

Yan Shaotang does have some skills.

Whew!

At the moment when the eighth floor lit up, Yan Shaotang was directly transmitted.

His clothes are broken and cut by sword Qi.

"The eighth floor is so dangerous..." Yan Shaotang was terrified.

In fact, his strength can only barely break through the seventh floor.

On the eighth floor, as soon as he entered, he was forced out by the countless sword Qi before he waited for a moment.

Even the clothes were cut.

But on the whole, it looks decent and not too embarrassed.

Seeing Yan Wushuang cast his eyes, Yan Shaotang pretended to be calm, with his hands behind him. He came and said faintly, "sorry, I broke my cousin's record again. The difficulty of the eighth floor is really not small. No one must be able to enter the ninth floor."

Yan Shaotang is confident.

In his opinion, even he can barely enter the eighth floor.

The ninth floor must be inaccessible.

Yan Wushuang smelled the speech and said, "indeed."

Yan Shaotang smiled faintly, sure enough.

The eighth level is the best result, and he has reached it.

"But..." Yan Wushuang spoke again.

"Hmm?" Yan Shaotang smiled slightly.

"That was before. Now on the ninth floor, someone has broken through!" Yan Wushuang said with a smile.

"Impossible!" Yan Shaotang didn't speak, but Yan Feiling said in a snatch.

"Even brother Shaotang can only break through the eighth floor. How can anyone break through the ninth floor!"

In Yan Feiling's heart, Yan Shaotang is the absolute pride of heaven.

Yan Wushuang didn't answer, but raised his snow-white swan like neck and looked at the ninth floor of the Jianzong tower. His lips were smiling, and the cold indifference on his face seemed to melt.

Yan Shaotang was stunned.

Because Yan Wushuang has always been indifferent to him. Now, he even smiles.

Smile like a hundred flowers in full bloom.

But this smile is not for him.

Yan Shaotang twitched slightly in the corners of his eyes and looked up.

The ninth floor of the Jianzong tower shines brilliantly!