Chapter 1187: Teaching Sword Art

Grand Master Pang thought for a while and said, "The old man listens to the Holy Son."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Gong Chaoyang angrily, and snorted heavily.

The Holy Son of Wuji turned to look at Gong Chaoyang, and said, "How about taking Han Yu back to the Wuji Hall and handing it over to the Hall Master?"

Gong Chaoyang said: "No."

Shengzi Wuji frowned, he could not force Gong Chaoyang, even if forced, Gong Chaoyang would not listen to him.

Grand Master Pang reprimanded: "You are afraid, because you are ignorant, are you afraid that you won't be able to keep him?"

Gong Chaoyang said: "Today's matter, I will go back and give you a satisfactory answer."

Son of Promise looked at Grand Master Pang.

Grand Master Pang snorted, "Then I will see how you can give me a satisfactory answer."

He cast a cold glance at Han Yu, moved his figure, and flew out of the tomb, disappearing into the sky soon.

Gong Chaoyang flew to Han Yu's side, helped Han Yu soar into the sky, and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

The Son of Promise stood on the spot, frowning. If this matter is not handled properly, there may be civil strife in the Wuji Palace, and the mood will be heavy for a while.

"Why on earth, he did not hesitate to bear the crime of betraying his fellow sect, but also wanted to keep Han Yu?" The Son of Promise looked at the sky from a distance, in a daze.

The Promise Son is indeed the future successor of the Promise Hall. At this time, he has completely suppressed his personal grievances with Han Yu, and began to think about the future of the Promise Hall.

The onlookers felt a little regretful that they didn't see what they wanted to see. At the request of the elder masters, everyone left the Saint's Tomb one after another.

The matter of the saint's tomb came to an end.

No one knows what those old masters got into the depths of the saint's tomb, and whose hands did the legendary holy medicine fall into.

The matter of the saint's tomb has come to an end, but there are different speculations as to whose hands the treasure will fall into.

Some guessed it was the Zhao family, some guessed it was the Wuji Hall, and some guessed it was the Immeasurable Holy Land; anyway, the ancient forces that entered had guessed it all. No one has enough evidence to convince others, they all rely on their own speculations.

Han Yu won the ancient books from the hands of four top figures of the younger generation, and fought fiercely with Fenghuang, Yu Qianshuang, and Wuji Shengzi for thousands of miles in an undefeated battle. Like a strong wind sweeping across Xiling, he became the object of worship of countless young people.

People who are not from the ancient forces all regard Han Yu as a divine soldier who challenges the majesty of the ancient forces on their behalf.

All of a sudden, Han Yu became famous.

The perverted duo who had disappeared for a long time were brought out again and talked about with gusto.

The younger generation of the ancient forces became more active. The veil of the ancient forces was gradually lifted, and they gradually merged into this world.

It should be that the older generation of the ancient forces came out to discipline them, and the incidents of young disciples of the ancient forces exploiting other forces gradually became less and less, so that the impression of the ancient forces on the people of the world gradually improved.

Some ancient forces also took the initiative to recruit some first-class sects to join, willing to pass on the invincible method to the vassal sects. It caused a lot of fluctuations, and some sects announced their sincere submission to the relevant ancient forces, and a frenzy of cultivation kicked off.

In a forest somewhere in Xiling, Han Yu, Sun Dahou, and Gong Chaoyang sat cross-legged on the ground facing each other. They still don't know much about the turmoil in the outside world. For the past few days, Han Yu has been healing his injuries, and now his injuries have healed.

"Chaoyang, have you entered the deepest part of the saint's tomb?" Han Yu asked. It was rumored that there might be holy medicine in the saint's tomb, but Han Yu had been thinking about it all the time.

Tianlao was injured by Dao, and only holy medicine grade medicinal materials can completely heal him.

Gong Chaoyang said: "I went in, but it's an empty tomb."

Sun Dahou looked at Han Yu and Gong Chaoyang strangely. He already knew the master-student relationship between Han Yu and Gong Chaoyang, and he hadn't gotten used to it for many days.

Han Yu frowned and sighed, "How could this be?"

Gong Chaoyang said: "The sage is sacred and inviolable. The owner of this tomb had long expected that someone would find his tomb, so he chose to die by incarnation. As for the holy medicine, it may not exist at all, it's just everyone's guess."

Han Yu nodded without thinking too much. Anyway, whether there is a holy medicine or not, it is not important to him now.

Gong Chaoyang looked at Han Yu expectantly. Before leaving, Han Yu had promised him that he would teach him the extreme sword technique when he came back. Can't wait to ask: "Master, you have recovered from your injuries now, can you pass on that set of extreme swordsmanship to me?"

Seeing Gong Chaoyang calling Master so slyly, Sun Dahou couldn't help giving Han Yu a thumbs up secretly.

"It can be passed on to you, but before that, I have one more thing to ask you." Han Yu still quite recognized Gong Chaoyang's character. Pass the Heavenly Finger Sword to him, he will not betray Han Yu, and he should respect Han Yu more.

"Master, please speak." Gong Chaoyang was excited, and hurriedly sat up straight, as if he wanted to listen to the instruction.

"I asked you to investigate, how is the investigation going?" Han Yu asked.

"Uh..." Gong Chaoyang was stunned for a moment, his face looked a little embarrassed, and said: "Master, this disciple deserves to die. Not long after Master left, the saint's tomb appeared. I actually forgot about that."

Han Yu was speechless.

Gong Chaoyang hurriedly said, "I'm going to Zhao's house now."

After speaking, he stood up.

Han Yu signaled him to be calm, and said: "Let's talk about this later, I will pass on the sword technique to you first."

Gong Chaoyang trembled and looked at Han Yu in disbelief. He thought Han Yu would use this as an excuse to procrastinate, but he didn't expect it to be so free and easy.

Hastily clenched his fists, bowed gratefully to Han Yu, and said, "Yes."

Gong Chaoyang waited for this day, it was too long.

Han Yu arranged a huge trap, covering the entire hillside, and then he was about to start teaching swordsmanship. Sun Dahou also listened.

Gong Chaoyang fought straight, with his hands clasped on his dantian, he was already soaked in cold sweat. It seemed to go back to when I was a child, when I first heard a preaching by an expert in the sect, I was both excited and worried that I would not understand.

Looking at Gong Chaoyang's appearance, Han Yu nodded in satisfaction.

Although Gong Chaoyang is already very old, he has always maintained a pure heart when it comes to swordsmanship.

Han Yudao: "My set of swordsmanship is called Jietian Zhijian. I learned it in an ancient ruin. There are no formulas and moves. It is completely obtained by comprehending the remaining swordsmanship. Now I only master it. About 10%."

When Han Yu was talking, he had been carefully observing Gong Chaoyang. When he heard that Han Yu had only grasped 10%, a look of disappointment flashed in his eyes, but soon became hot again.

Even if one has mastered 10% of the ultimate sword technique, that is nothing short of remarkable.

Han Yu said: "Next, I will tell you the cultivation method I have comprehended. You should do what I said and comprehend it yourself. How much you can comprehend and how much you will achieve in the future depends on your own. .”