Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

Spirit Stones are really little things.

Han Muye doesn't believe that the No. 1 Sword Sect in Xijiang can't come up with 10,000 pieces of top-grade Spirit Stones.

Taiyi Jianzong dragged these Spirit Stones into a hundred-year period, but it was just to be associated with him and Jiuxuan Jianmen.

Perhaps, this is also one of Master Tu Sun's rearguards.

Without the Taiyi Sword Sect, where Master Tu Sun is in charge, how many years can I stay in the position of the first sword gate in Western Xinjiang?

Among them, the greatest threat to Taiyi Sword Sect, except for the Wind Spirit Sword Sect of Sect Leader Closed Door Training, isn't it the Nine Profound Sword Sect?

As long as Jiu Xuan Jianmen and Taiyi Jianzong secretly form an alliance, then they are qualified to fight against Fengling Jianzong together.

As for a hundred years later, when Master Tu Sun returns, Master Tu Sun does not return, and the Taiyi Sword Sect has not yet emerged from the heavens, so the decline will decline.

Han Muye stretched out his hand and moved a strand of Sword Qi on the scroll in front of him, leaving his own mark.

Sun Jinshi tore apart the scroll, divided it into two, put away one, and handed the other to Han Muye solemnly, then left the flying boat.

Han Muye took the scroll and closed his eyes to practice.

Ten days later, Feizhou returned to Jiuxuan Mountain.

There are more than a thousand disciples who have returned with him this time.

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

The bell chimed six.

Han Muye was wearing a black robe, holding a broken sword in both hands, standing in front of the gate of Jiu Xuan Jianmen.

Sect Leader Jin Ze, with an old face, led the elders and disciples of the Nine Profound Sword Sect and stood in line.

"In the battle of Yunchaoling, Jiu Xuan Sword Sect retired elder Lu Hao. He used his body to stop the demon and sacrificed fearlessly. Now he returns with the sword."

Han Muye shouted loudly, and the entire Jiuxuan Mountain spread.

He raised his head and looked at the mountain gate of Jiu Xuan Sword Sect.

The four characters of "Jiu Xuan Sword Gate" are shining brightly.

This mountain gate represents a group of sword cultivators.

A group of newspaper groups keep warm, a group of practitioners pursue kendo, and a group of practitioners who have swords in their hearts.

Life and death are important, love is important.

The way in the heart is more important.

When Lu Hao helped Han Muye to resist the big demon, he only said, "I want to kill my disciple of Jiu Xuan Sword Sect, have you asked me if this Jiu Xuan Sword Sect is a retired elder?"

That's all.

Hundreds of years of practice, sacrifice one blow.

This is Jian Xiu.

In addition to life and death, there is only one sword.

This sword is in the hand and in the heart.

The sword is broken, the body falls, and the heart does not regret.

There may be calculations, conflicts, and indifference in Jianmen, but at this moment, everyone has a sword in their hearts.

"Welcome the sword into the sword pavilion--"

Jin Ze shouted, took a step forward, and held Lu Hao's saber in both hands, with sparkling water vapor surging in his eyes.

Han Muye, who had given the sword, turned around and walked towards the sword pavilion.

"Welcome to the return of Elder Lu Hao—"

The Jinmai disciples behind him bowed to Duanjian, and some people were already sobbing.

This is meditation.

This is the world of practitioners.

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Back at Jiange, Lu Gao, Lin Shen, Yang Mingxuan and others all came up to them.

Han Muye looked at the crowd without speaking.

Everyone stood in front of the Jiange, silent.

Brother Six, Han Muye didn't bring it back.

Gao Xiaoxuan did not come back either.

Although Huang Laoliu did not fall, he could turn into a great demon, and the possibility that his soul could eventually return to Qingming was almost impossible.

Even if you can restore the soul of Qingming and go out of the world, is there still a chance to return?

Anyway, in Western Xinjiang, there is no legend of returning from outside the world.

not even one.

Han Muye's eyes fell on Yang Mingxuan, reached out and patted his shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Yang Sect Leader said, you don't need to collect the body for him."

"Wait until one day, you can go back to the Mingshan Sword Sect Sect Leader."

Yang Mingxuan gritted his teeth, his eyes were red, and he nodded heavily.

Han Muye waved his hand, walked into the Jiange, and walked up to the third floor of the Jiange step by step, then sat behind the long desk and looked up at the window.

He sat for three days.

For three days, do not move, do not speak.

Three days later, he got up and walked down the stairs, and appeared on the first floor of Jiange.

"Senior Brother Han is down, just in time, Lu Dage is going to fix a table of good dishes." Jiang Ming, who was sitting behind the long table, shouted.

At the door, Lu Gao paused, turned around and strode.

Han Muye walked to the long desk and stretched out his hand to unfold the book on the table.

The books are densely packed with records of returning swords.

From Fengshou Mountain to Yunchao Ridge, there are as many as a thousand disciples of Jiuxuan Jianmen who have fallen.

Among them, Han Muye saw many familiar names.

Lu Yizeng.

Sun Dayong.

Tao Shiwu.

...

Lu Hao.

"The Sect Leader personally placed the retired elder's saber on the second floor of the Jiange Pavilion." Jiang Ming looked at Han Muye and said in a low voice.

In the sword pavilion, except for Han Muye, no one else is qualified to receive the sword of the retired elder.

Kanazawa personally sent the sword to the second floor.

Han Muye nodded and closed the book.

Lu Gao came back quickly.

Liu Hong, who got the news from nowhere, also followed.

Everyone sat around the small table, looking at the dishes on the table, but no one did anything.

This is a full table, without Huang Laoliu and Gao Xiaoxuan.

Han Muye reached out, pulled out a small Calabash, and filled the wine glasses in front of everyone.

"In another day, I, Han Muye, will go to the outer world to find the sixth brother and Gao Xiaoxuan to return."

Han Muye picked up the glass and drank it.

"I, Lu Gao, must go to the outer world to find the sixth brother and Gao Xiaoxuan to return."

"I, Lin Shen, must go to the outer world to find the sixth brother and Gao Xiaoxuan to return."...

Everyone put the wine in their mouths, but did not taste a trace of wine.

This wine is just a glass of water.

Back then, Lu Shi exchanged water for Li San's sad wine.

Li San did not return to Jiuxuan Jianmen.

Together with Zhao Youzhi, she led Jiang Han and other people to Zhongzhou with Lu Xiaoyun.

According to Lu Xiaoyun's words, she was kidnapped.

Han Muye understands that Li San and Zhao Youzhi have extraordinary talents in kendo practice.

In the battle of Yunchaoling, after seeing the crushing of the big cultivator, the desire for cultivation and combat power in my heart reached the extreme.

After leaving the Western Xinjiang and going to practice Sacred Land, they will have the opportunity to set foot on the Realm that they could not imagine before.

Han Muye is glad they have such an option.

Zhongzhou, he will go too.

After drinking a few sips of water and wine, the dishes on the table didn't move much.

Watching Lu Gao and Liu Hong clean up the tables, chairs, tableware, and chopsticks, Han Muye suddenly understood the feelings of the Jiange Elder.

Cultivation will eventually lead to farther and farther away from the mortal world.

He himself, I am afraid that he will rarely go downstairs to eat these mundane foods in the future.

Turning around on the third floor of the sword pavilion, Lotus Position was seated, and Han Muye's body had Sword Qi auras rising.

At this time, in his divine treasure, there is a divine soul Sword Qi.

This spirit, Sword Qi, was left by Mo Shenghua, a senior of the Jiange Pavilion, and was extremely powerful.

In Qi Sea, there are also nineteen Sword intents.

Two of them have become extremely powerful sword forces.

In Dantian, all the Immortal Grade Pills lose 90% of their power, and the remaining power expands his Dantian space.

A Spiritual Qi vortex, slowly rotating.

Nine layers of gimbal, the first layer is about to be filled with Spiritual Qi.

The three sword pills floated up and down, and a Sword intent suppressed them.

Spiritual Qi Foundation Establishment First Stage, will soon reach Second Stage.

With the remaining Immortal Medicine Pill power in Dantian, Foundation Establishment Second Stage can be achieved very quickly without cultivation.

The strength of the body training has not changed much, but the strength of the muscles and bones has also improved a bit after repeated battles.

Thinking of the strength of bones and muscles, Han Muye raised his hand, holding a severed arm in his palm.

The broken arm was shriveled, and only a layer of gray and black armor remained, with dark golden bones showing through.

Demon arm bone.

The reason why Han Muye left this amputated arm bone is to use this bone to practice his own body training.

The light in his palm flickered, and a layer of flame rose.

This is the art of refining.

At the moment when the flames rose, Sword Qi came out again, surrounding the arm bones.

Sword Qi pill refining.

He raised his hand, and a sword box fell in front of him.

This sword box contains two swords, Qingming and Ziyan.

Han Muye waved, and the flames wrapped around the sword case.

The demon's arm bone turned into a golden streamer, landed on the sword box, and slowly merged into it.

When the flames dissipated, there were many golden marks on the sword box.

Holding the sword case in both hands, behind his back, Han Muye grinned slightly.

An oppressive force penetrated into the body from the sword box.

This power is constantly integrated into his body, polishing his bones and blood.

Carrying the sword box on your back all the time can play the role of non-stop training of muscles and bones.

The strength of this demon's arm bone is enough for him to train his physical strength to the ground without worrying about it.

After refining the sword box, Han Muye took a deep breath, and the light in his hands shone, mobilizing his Sword intent.

"Om-"

The Sword intent in his Dantian turned into a blue Sword Ray, and three sword pills were placed on his side.

With a flip of his hands, a blue tattered and rusted iron umbrella fell in front of him.

As soon as the iron umbrella appeared, it seemed unwilling to fly away.

Magic treasure.

Equivalent to the existence of Magic Treasures.

Such treasures, if the imperial envoy is good, even the heavens can be killed.

If Master Tu Sun had such a treasure in his hands, the Great Demon of the Southern Wilderness would probably weigh it.

"Om-"

The three sword pellets turned into stars, and they swayed Sword Ray to cover the iron umbrella.

The iron umbrella vibrated, and a black Devilish Qi rose up.

Han Muye pressed down with the blue Sword Ray above his head, but was swayed away by Devilish Qi.

After trying several methods in a row, he was unable to disperse Devilish Qi in the iron umbrella.

Han Muye understands that his Cultivation Base is not enough.

normal.

In the sword pavilion, the resentful heavy swords are collected, and they must be slowly suppressed and worn away, not to mention this magic treasure?

With Sword Ray lingering around him, Han Muye's hand was swirling with a halo, leading the iron umbrella and walking down the third floor, straight to the middle of the first floor of the Jiange Pavilion.

A golden light flashed, and his figure disappeared in place.

Appeared again, already in a quiet room with a radius of two feet.

Here, is the first floor of the sword pavilion.

That is the place to suppress the white fox.

It is also where the space channel of Your Excellency Feng Zhenjian is located.

The original Huang Laoliu has been practicing here.

This quiet room was empty, with only one small case, and there was a wooden frame in front of the small case.

Han Muye placed the iron umbrella on the wooden frame, and a golden light fell directly on the iron umbrella, suppressing the magic light on it.

This golden light was motivated by the power of countless swords in the sword pavilion, and the power was so strong that Devilish Qi on the iron umbrella made a "sizzling" sound, as if it had been eroded by force.

With this kind of tempering, it doesn't take long for Devilish Qi to dissipate.

Glancing at the iron umbrella shrouded in golden light, Han Muye turned around and looked at the small case in front of him.

On the small case, there is a palm-sized box and a wooden comb.

Lu Xiaoyun said that she came to the sword pavilion to investigate, but did not move anything in the sword pavilion.

The things in the sword pavilion are related to literary appearance, not her ability to move.

Han Muye looked at the wooden box on the small case. There was a hidden button at the opening and a small hole.

He raised his hand, pulled out the small black sword stuck in his hair, and gently inserted it into the small hole.

"Bah."

The wooden box is locked open.

Reaching out to open the wooden box, there are two strands of hair tied together, and next to it, there is a yellowed paper roll.

Gently spread out the paper roll, on which is a line of Qing Jun small characters.

"Blue silk and white hair will be with you for thousands of years."