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"Didn't that ancestor obtain the other martial arts from the《 Heavenly Demon Policy》?" Han Yuxiaotian listened with relish.

"According to the records, the ancestors guessed that the higher ups of the Demonic Sect broke down due to internal factors, and some people even recorded down the secret techniques they learned in the Demonic Policy at the end of their lives. Some people didn't even leave a mark, and after a long period of time, this book has slowly disappeared into the river of history. This ancestor had also searched everywhere, but to no avail. "

"Yeah, I did feel that way back then, but I didn't notice it was Star of Martial Arts at that time. When I started cultivating again, I realized something was wrong."

"Hmm, how about this, I still have the original copy left behind by that martial arts ancestor of the family. I'll show it to you, maybe you'll find something."

"All right. Sorry for troubling you, abyssus. "

Han Yuxiaotian also did not think much about why abyssus would have such a high level of cultivation. He kept wondering in his heart what was so special about the《 Heavenly Demon force field》.

"Hey, little brother Xiao Tian, you're trying to steal my master again?" A crisp female voice woke Han Yuxiaotian up from his stupor.

"Ah, it's Xiao Yi! How many times have I told you that I didn't snatch your master away!" Han Yuxiaotian looked at the girl in front of him who gave him a headache.

This girl was called Han Yuyi, and was two years older than him. She had once entered the Scripture Pavilion with Han Yuxiaotian, and was accepted as an honorary disciple by the abyssus three years ago.

Han Yuxiaotian did not know about other things, but this girl was truly a genius at formations, feng shui and special techniques. It was just that he did not know why this girl would always go against him, using her age of two to pretend to be a big sister to teach him a lesson, always saying that Han Yuxiaotian stole her master.

"Hmph, didn't I tell you not to call me Xiao Yi? Call me Sister Yi!" The girl said angrily.

Ever since Han Yuyi found out that Han Yuxiaotian was not a disciple of abyssus and could come to him anytime to ask questions, she became extremely unhappy.

Since she was young, Han Yuyi had always been unwilling to train in the martial way. It just so happened that Han Yuyi's talent in the martial way was not bad, so her family would always think of all sorts of ways to let her train in the martial way.

However, five years ago, she had integrated the weimen and the Eight Trigrams of Zhou from the Scripture Pavilion, and her family no longer forced her to practice martial arts. This made her finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Later on, when she gradually revealed her astonishing talent in formations, feng shui, and special techniques, her family gave everything they had, and used all of their contribution points in exchange for Han Yuyi being sent to abyssus as an honorary disciple.

Although she herself did not know the exact identity of abyssus, but to be able to make her pay such a huge price in order to get only an honorary disciple status, and this was only because she truly had such talent, could the abyssus nod her head.

After a few years of study, Han Yuyi truly admired the profound knowledge that the abyssus had.

But what made her unhappy was how a brat like Han Yuxiaotian, who was two years younger than her, could ask a question from the abyssus without any reputation? It was even better than the treatment for an honorary disciple like her?

When she thought about this, she couldn't help but burst into flames. Han Yuyi naturally didn't dare to doubt abyssus's decision, but it was normal for him to give lessons to Han Yuxiaotian and teach this brat a lesson. Therefore, every time she saw Han Yuxiaotian, she couldn't help but wear this damned brat's small shoes.