Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

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Sure enough, it's for the White Tiger roll.

Han Muye guessed that Zhao Pu would care about this.

"Brother Zhao—"

Just as Han Muye was about to speak, Zhao Pu turned to look at him, his eyes were bright, how could he be half drunk?

"I wandered around in the Yanfa Building and performed low-level Cultivation Techniques. I just wanted to understand the cultivation method and break through the obstacles."

"No one in Sanshizhai is more eager to comprehend the secrets in the Hundred Tigers Picture than me."

Staring into Han Muye's eyes, Zhao Pu's voice revealed a hint of suppressed emotion.

"I'm Senior Brother Sanshizhai."

There is no one who values ​​the inheritance of Sanshizhai more than Zhao Pu.

Han Muye can understand his mood.

Nodding lightly, Han Muye said in a low voice, "Brother Zhao, I can give you the White Tiger picture scroll."

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What Han Muye does not lack is Sword intent.

Zhao Pu was slightly taken aback by his words.

In his opinion, the preciousness of the White Tiger scroll, apart from its own lethality, is more about the Sword Qi and the method of condensing the sword.

After comprehending these two points, the value of the Hundred Tiger Diagram itself is only the level of a few Sword intents.

"Brother Han, you are fine." Suddenly, Zhao Pu let out a long laugh.

He waved his hand with an open-minded smile on his face: "No matter how precious the White Tiger picture is, I, Zhao Pu, won't be so cheeky to ask for it."

Staring at Han Muye, Zhao Pu said solemnly, "Really?"

Han Muye smiled and was about to turn around to get the White Tiger picture.

"It was a pity that Senior Brother Lin had such a good understanding back then."

"Actually, I realized the Cultivation Technique from you, and I had the idea of ​​introducing you to Sanshizhai."

"What the master gave you, that's yours."

Speaking of this, his expression changed to sincerity, and he whispered: "Brother Han, you know, Master wants to find someone who can understand the White Tiger picture scroll, and entrust me with the inheritance of Sanshizhai."

"No matter who it is, as long as I can get the inheritance of the master, I am happy."

"For the past few years when Master was injured, Cultivation Base couldn't make an inch. He could only trace the White Tiger scroll every day, but he couldn't find anyone who could understand the inheritance. I looked at it, and I felt bad."

Raising his head, Zhao Pu's sturdy body became even more majestic.

"Who called me Senior Brother Sanshizhai?"

After speaking, he turned around and strode forward.

At this time, the pace was firm, and the appearance when he was drunk was gone.

He reached out and patted Han Muye on the shoulder.

"You understand it well, but don't let down the master's heart."

Han Muye shook his head and shouted from behind Zhao Pu, "Brother Zhao, you really don't want the White Tiger scroll? I've almost realized it."

Comprehend almost!

Seriously injured, Cultivation Base can't move an inch, want to find an inheritor?

Uncle Tuoba is really hiding deep enough...

Han Muye nodded.

No way, my understanding is too good.

Zhao Pu staggered under his feet and almost fell.

He turned around slowly, his eyes fell on Han Muye's face, and he said word by word: "What you said is true?"

Zhao Pu has a good personality and is worth making friends with.

"Or, by the way, let me tell you the real way of comprehending this White Tiger scroll—"

"Brother Zhao, the White Tiger picture scroll is not very useful for me, shall I give it to you?"

Han Muye is also sincere.

"Grandma's, daddy will go back to visualize, I don't believe it, this person's understanding can be so different..."

Is this stimulated?

Before Han Muye finished speaking, Zhao Pu raised his hand and said, "Don't!"

He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, turned and walked away.

Han Muye froze there.

day.

Han Muye smiled and said, "Brother Zhao, you haven't got the picture scroll yet."

At the corner of the mountain road, Zhao Pu's dull voice came: "Master has painted a White Tiger scroll in three months, and there are many such things in Sanshizhai."

Before reaching the stone steps, Lin Shen stood there holding the big sword.

"That, Brother Han," Lin Shen's face flashed a tangle, and then he whispered, "Can you help my little sister take a look too?"

It wasn't until Zhao Pu was far away that Han Muye turned around and walked towards the Jiange with a bit of depression.

I thought I had got a wonderful treasure, but it turned out to be a rubbish thing.

He can beg Han Muye.

But I don't want to ask Zhao Pu.

During dinner just now, Huang Laoliu asked Han Muye and Zhao Pu to help Lu Qingping get a good place.

Lin Shen wanted to speak, but finally fell silent.

"I'll go to the party hall tomorrow to see the bottom of those Sect elites."

Anyway, helping one person is helping, and helping two is also helping.

He has his pride. Han Muye smiled and nodded: "Teacher Lin, don't worry, your Little Sister is my Little Sister?"

Some words don't need to be said.

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Smooth water.

An excited look flashed on Lin Shen's face, and he nodded heavily.

There was a faint Sword Qi condensation in the palm of his hand, and then the Sword intent in the Qi Sea slowly flowed out, surrounding the pill furnace.

Blindly elixir is put into the pill furnace in a specific order.

Back in the quiet room, Han Muye took out the pill furnace that had not been touched for several days.

Today, I forgot to bring some elixir from Bai Suzhen. At this time, there are not many elixir that can refine Yunqi Pill.

A total of only three furnaces of pills were refined, and fifteen top-quality cloud qi pills were obtained.

Han Muye found that Sword intent pill refining, Sword intent tempered the Impurities in the elixir, and made the medicine pure, so that every pot can produce the best quality.

In the pill furnace, the fragrance of medicine rose.

Han Muye's movements are methodical.

After so many times of refining Medicine Pill, the pill furnace in his hand was full of cracks.

Sword intent pill refining is good, but it's a bit of a waste.

Only the Sword Intent that can be condensed by the strong in the realm is used to refine the Medicine Pill in the Qi Condensation period. If this kind of thing is known to the orthodox sword cultivator, will he vomit blood?

The Medicine Pill was refined, the Sword intent was restrained, and Han Muye looked at the pill furnace in front of him.

A superb Dan worth 5,000 Spirit Stones.

Yun Qi Dan entered his stomach, and the surging medicinal power turned into Spiritual Qi, which traveled through his Meridians.

I don't know if Bai Suzhen still has a good pill furnace, so I'll go to another one next time.

Putting away the pill furnace, he spread out his hand, and in the palm of his hand were three top-grade cloud qi pills.

A tearing pain blooms.

Mo Yuan once told Han Muye that the happiest thing for practitioners is the fullness of Spiritual Qi in Dantian.

If it weren't for the Meridians' countless condensed and scouring by Sword Qi, this surging Spiritual Qi would be able to burst his Meridians to pieces.

The Spiritual Qi of the three best Yunqi Dan poured into Dantian, and Han Muye's face turned red.

When Mo Yuan asked this sentence, there was an indescribable indignation on his face.

"When they first practiced, Spiritual Qi, Spirit Stones, and Medicine Pill were not lacking."

Continue filling and compressing Spiritual Qi, while expanding Dantian, while increasing the concentration of Spiritual Qi.

"Do you know why those second-generation cultivators are all so young with a profound Cultivation Base?"

Han Muye, who was sitting cross-legged, was a little curious. If Mo Yuan knew that he was practicing in the way he resented, what would he think?

Although Han Muye, the second generation of Xiu, also despised it, he felt that it would be a fool not to use Spirit Stones and Medicine Pill.

"Our low-level disciples can't even fill Dantian's salary with the Spirit Stones salary. Those of them who cultivate second generation enjoy the fullness of Dantian's tear every day."

"It's really starving to death, bloated to death."

Spiritual Qi Cultivation Base Peiyuan Period Third Stage, the pinnacle.

The body cultivator is Peiyuan Third Stage.

"Om-"

With a faint shock, his Dantian expanded a little.

The loss of life essence has also been reduced by a little bit.

The power that can be controlled is one more point.

Kendo practice is very strong.

He felt that he could bear a little more Sword Qi.

In the early morning of the second day, Han Muye specially put on the new clothes that Huang Laoliu had picked up yesterday.

"Hey, this appearance really didn't lose the face of my sword pavilion watcher." Huang Laoliu muttered, then waved his hand: "Go, go, I'll watch here."

Practical.

...

In the distance, the bell came, and the noise started.

Sect party, started.

Han Muye walked out of the sword pavilion door with a smile.

"Boom-"

After walking a few steps, he suddenly froze and looked up.

"boom--"

Han Muye was not in a hurry, and walked slowly towards the venue.

This kind of gathering, the previous hour was probably filled with the speeches of various chiefs of Yong, and it was a headache to listen to.

Loud shouts spread.

so direct?

A flash of lightning exploded.

"The first game, Sanyuan Daomen Zuo Yunsheng——"

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"It seems that I am superficial."

Shaking his head, Han Muye picked up his pace.

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