Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

If the aura is not enough, then explode the spirit stone!

"boom--"

Without any hesitation, high-grade spirit stones exploded in front of Han Muye, and then the escaping spirit energy was poured into the cauldron.

Outside the big house, a series of lock spirit formations were activated.

"This nineteen is really a local tyrant." Qi Shisan, who was wearing a green robe, shook his head, turned and left.

He also has to complete a sect mission and earn some merits.

People practice casually, and they will explode seven or eighty thousand spiritual stones.

People can't be compared to people.

In the big house, there is a massive amount of spiritual energy infused, the pill cauldron rotates, and two of the longevity pills finally take shape.

The pure medicinal power converged, making the aura on the two medicinal pills shine, and then turned into a gray cloud.

With a soft sound, two medicinal pills flew out of the pill cauldron and rushed towards the roof.

It just flew half a zhang high, and there were halos blocking the top.

Han Muye raised his hand and a big hand appeared, grabbing both medicinal pills.

Cloud shows his hands, the method of collecting pills.

Using this method of collecting pills to collect pills will not conflict with the spiritual consciousness in the pills, and it will not damage the spirituality of the pills.

It can also press the surrounding medicinal power back into the medicinal pill at the moment of collecting the medicinal pill, making the medicinal medicinal power of the medicinal pill more vigorous.

Although it is only a trace, no matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat, right?

Han Muye looked down when the medicinal pill was in his palm.

The two medicinal pills were already like clouds, gently floating in the palm of their hands.

The pure medicinal power in the medicinal pill seems to dissipate directly into clouds and float away.

This is what Immortal Pindan should look like.

Compared with the high-quality longevity pills refined by the ancestors of the Mu family, the medicinal power of these two longevity pills is nearly ten times purer.

The higher the grade of the pill, the less the change in the medicinal power of the product.

Just like the net worth, it is easy to double the net worth of a spiritual stone to become a hundred yuan, but it is difficult to double the net worth of ten thousand yuan.

enough.

Looking at the two medicinal pills in his palm, Han Muye showed a smile.

Such an elixir is enough to prolong one's life for a hundred years.

Without hesitation, he directly swallowed two longevity pills.

The medicinal pill entered his stomach, and a mysterious feeling permeated his entire body.

balance.

This feeling comes from the fusion of fleshly body, bloodline soul and sword energy.

Han Muye could clearly perceive that his body seemed to be nourished by some kind of power and full of vitality.

This vitality has nothing to do with cultivation and sword qi.

More than two hundred years of life!

It was only now that he breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally don't have to worry about Shouyuan anymore.

With the support of more than two hundred years of life, whether he is absorbing sword energy or slowly condensing sword energy, it is enough.

Standing up and stretching his body, he put away the Dan Ding in satisfaction and walked out of the big house.

"Nineteen out of customs?"

"Your retreat this time is not short, there are seven days."

Lu Shi's heroic voice came.

"Hurry up and wash up, I hunted a roe deer while I was collecting firewood, and made a tooth sacrifice."

Han Muye smiled and nodded.

With this Lu Shi around, the little beasts on the surrounding hills really suffered.

The key point is that this spiritual land also attracts various beasts.

During the meal, Qi Shisan and Su Shiba were there, followed by Lu Shi, who was full of fireworks.

"I heard that the Wind Spirit Sword Sect has already sent messengers to the sect. It is estimated that this battle will not last long." Su Shiba said while dealing with the roe deer's legs.

"My master said that the battle on Fengshou Mountain was more intense than he thought, and the Spirit Dao Sect has spoken, and Xijiang's own people should not fight." Lu Shibian said as he picked up the wine bowl in front of him.

This wine is not Li San's sad wine, but it is also clear.

Han Muye didn't drink a few sips of wine, he just ate meat and listened to Lu Shi and the others.

Behind the direct disciples are the big men in the sect. Lu Shi's master is a real-power elder of the sixth level of alchemy, and Qi Shisan's master is Lu Hao, the elder of the golden vein.

The news they said was naturally not the one that Lu Gao inquired about in the handyman.

Without analysis, Han Muye also knew that the dispute with Fengling Sword Sect was about to end.

After all, Fengling Sword Sect was only caught off guard by Jiu Xuan Sword Sect at the beginning, so he could steal the chicken and not lose the rice.

In general, the strength of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect did not lose much.

Now that people are slowly making arrangements, if the Nine Profound Sword Sect continues to fight, there is nothing to gain.

There is another reason for the attack on the Southern Wilderness, the purpose of the Spirit Dao, and the Jiu Xuan Sword Sect does not need to worry about retaliation and suppression after the Sect Master of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect has recovered from his injuries.

As long as the Core Formation Stage cannot be shot within 30 to 50 years, Jiu Xuan Sword Sect has the confidence to make great progress.

At that time, if you fight against the Wind Spirit Sword Sect again, even if the opponent has a heavenly realm, they will not lose.

"In the end, I am missing a Heavenly Realm from the Nine Profound Sword Sect."

Su Shiba drank a glass of wine and spoke in a low voice.

"The three Supremes have all exhausted their potential, and there is no hope in the realm of heaven." Su Shiba looked at Qi Shisan, and then turned to Lu Shi.

Both of them bowed their heads in silence.

Cultivation is like this, talent and aptitude determine the upper limit.

If you want to break through this upper limit, it is really a chance against the sky.

"Don't look at Jiuxuan Mountain's next battle, the Wind Spirit Sword Sect's Sect Master was injured, but my Sword Sect also suffered a loss."

"Sect Master should have the most hope of breaking through the realm of heaven."

"Just like Elder Gao Changgong back then."

Lu Shi spoke in a deep voice and looked at Han Muye.

That's the big picture.

Outsiders only look at disputes, these heirlooms look at the overall situation.

In the Xijiang cultivation world, someone is controlling the layout behind it.

The Sect Master of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect was already in the Heaven Realm, but he was injured at the foot of Jiuxuan Mountain and had to retreat.

Jin Ze, the sect master of Jiu Xuan Sword Sect, hid his cultivation for so many years, and finally blew up his golden elixir, and he was unable to advance his cultivation for life.

These two sects seem to be competing for the position of the fourth largest faction in Western Xinjiang, but in fact, the threat to the top three sects has been eliminated directly.

Han Muye nodded.

Ancestor Tao Ran and Elder Jiange told him about this.

Even if he didn't say it, he could guess.

The practice world is like this. The life and death of countless low-level practitioners are not under their control at all.

The strife between the great forces, and the practitioners involved, are not much stronger than the ants.

Even the Sect Master of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect and the Sect Master of the Nine Profound Sword Sect, Jin Ze, have to be in it and pay a huge price?

Daomen, Mozong, Jianzong, and the top forces in the Western Border can only stay in one family each?

...

Han Muye didn't spend much time in the spiritual land, and after eating and drinking, he turned back to the sword pavilion.

When he arrived at Jiange, Lin Shen was guarding the door.

Jiang Ming went to Suzhen Building, and it should be to deliver medicinal herbs to Bai Suzhen.

Yang Mingxuan's face was pale, but his eyes were bright.

Huang Laoliu and Gao Xiaoxuan didn't know where they were going.

Han Muye took out the sackcloth and began to wipe the long sword in the sword pavilion.

While wiping the long sword, he collected the sword energy.

Now that the problem of Shouyuan has been solved, it is natural to quickly absorb more sword energy.

For most of the day, he collected more than 20,000 sword qi that had been scattered in the sword before.

These sword qi combined with the scattered sword qi in the sea of ​​​​qi, and condensed a sword intent.

"Senior Brother Lin, is Brother Han here?"

A voice came from the front of the sword pavilion.

Han Muye walked over and saw a young man in a white robe standing in front of Lin Shen.

Qi Tao.

Ling Juezong's son Qi Mingyuan.

Now Qi Tao is already a disciple of Jiuxuan Sword Sect's Fire Vessel, and worships under Su Yuan Sect.

Some time ago, Tao Ran's ancestor was in Jiange, and Su Yuan brought Qi Tao to visit him.

"Senior Brother Han."

Seeing Han Muye, Qi Tao hurriedly bowed and clasped his fists.

He was able to cultivate in the Nine Profound Sword Sect, all thanks to Han Muye's credit.

Their Ling Juezong's ability to improve greatly is also the strength of Han Muye.

Qi Mingyuan confessed that he should be respectful to Han Muye.

In fact, there is no need to explain, Qi Tao will also respect Han Muye.

After all, this Senior Brother Han is mysterious and powerful, with unimaginable connections and strengths.

"Master asked me to tell my brother that there is no change in the sects at the foot of the mountain, but it seems that the demon clan has some plans."

Most of the disciples of Huomai and Sanshizhai suppressed the demon clan at the foot of the mountain. Han Muye asked Su Yuan to help him pay attention to the changes in several sects, including Qingfengguan.

"Senior Brother, Master said that the sect is going to negotiate peace with the Wind Spirit Sword Sect after the battle. In this battle, the two sides are afraid that they will try their best. At that time, there may be variables."

As Qi Tao spoke, he looked up at Han Muye.

When he listened to Master Su Yuan, his whole body was full of enthusiasm, and he could not wait to participate in this battle immediately. Looking at it now, sure enough, Senior Brother Han already knew about the news.

The decisive battle between the two sects of Dingding, the best chance for fame under the two sects.

If you miss this battle, I am afraid that you can only accumulate merits in Fengshou Mountain.

Fengshou Mountain is much more dangerous than fighting against Fengling Sword Sect.

When Qi Tao left, Han Muye turned to look at Jiange.

Huang Laoliu has been chatting with Gao Xiaoxuan recently, not knowing what to do.

However, the jade slip that Han Muye gave to Huang Lao Liu last time, he did not return it.

It seems to have been quietly practicing.

This is a good thing.

I hope that these sects of Qingfengguan will not jump out, so that this dispute between Jiu Xuan Sword Sect and Fengling Sword Sect will be calmed down with less twists and turns.

In this way, Huang Lao Liu'an can also become a sword watcher for ten years in a stable and stable manner, become a deacon of a sect, and then bring his sixth sister-in-law back to his hometown to be a guard.

This kind of life, although plain, is the most exciting, isn't it just plain and plain?

In the afternoon, inner disciple Tang Minglai came and led Zhao Youzhi and others to see Han Muye at Jiange Pavilion.

Tang Ming and the others had received the sect mission and were preparing to go down the mountain to the place of dispute with the Wind Spirit Sword Sect.

The situation has become clear, the last battle, do your best.

Han Muye helped Zhao Youzhi and the others to point out some mistakes and omissions in swordsmanship, and agreed to drink together after the battle was over.

In the next two days, the entire Jiuxuan Mountain was completely mobilized.

A variety of expedition missions emerge one after another.

"Tell me, why do you want to fight for this?" On the third floor of the Jiange Pavilion, the elders of the Jiange Pavilion looked indifferent, looking at the sword light that was flying all over the sky.

Han Muye stood in front of the window, his eyes looking into the distance.

"A great victory in this battle can suppress the luck of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect for decades."

Han Muye spoke lightly.

The elder Jiange smiled and nodded.

"Yes, the general trend of sects emphasizes luck."

"Actually, the so-called luck is not an ethereal feeling."

With his eyes narrowed, the elders of the Jiange Pavilion said solemnly: "We have won this victory, and other sects in the Western Border will naturally look up to us."

"This battle is a big victory, and the wealth and goods obtained are countless, and the cultivation expenses of the sect disciples can also be increased."

"With this victory, the Wind Spirit Sword Sect has been suppressed, and we have more initiative in our hands."

"With this victory, the disciples in the sect are excited, and they can be more confident when practicing."

Looking at Han Muye, the elder of the sword pavilion smiled and said, "These together, isn't it just luck?"

Han Muye nodded, looked at the figure walking slowly under the sword pavilion, and said in a low voice, "If a general is successful, ten thousand bones will die, and if a general success is achieved, it is also made of bones."

"Thousands of swords in the sword pavilion, the scars on those swords are the real luck, right?"

His words made the elders of Jiange look stiff.

Han Muye shook his head and walked downstairs.

He understands that Zongmen trains troops in battle.

Practitioners do not go through mountains of corpses and seas of blood~www.wuxiahere.com~ How can they have the great perseverance to seek the Tao without fear of hardships?

In particular, Jian Xiu should not be afraid of life and death.

But these low-level disciples are also human...

"Hmph, as a high-ranking person, how can you have the kindness of a woman?"

"You have to learn to look at the big picture. After all, the world is only a chess game for a few people!"

The voice of the Jiange elders resenting that iron is not steel sounded from behind.

Han Muye didn't bother to pay attention to him, so he went downstairs and went out.

You are talking so much nonsense, how can you hide yourself on the third floor of the Jiange?

Arriving in front of the stone steps, Han Muye looked at the thin figure in front of him and said lightly, "Have you made up your mind?"

The person in front of him was the disciple of Santan Pavilion, Yang Shao.

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