Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Yang Shao, who was under the stone steps, was full of stubble and his eyes were sunken.

But there was a trace of determination in his eyes.

This perseverance is like an ancient well without waves.

"Senior Brother Han, I've made up my mind."

Yang Shao raised his head and turned his gaze from Han Muye to the golden sword pavilion plaque.

"At the beginning, Master thought I was a self-enlightened Bibo Swordsman, accepted me as a disciple, and promised to help me fight for the position of True Inheritance."

"Actually, all of this is due to Senior Brother Han's work."

Han Muye looked at the calm Yang Shao and nodded lightly.

Yang Shao concealed the truth and took the risk of becoming Xu Haosheng's disciple. Naturally, it was a mistake.

However, everyone has selfishness.

Everyone has greed and obsession.

"I'll stay in the Yanfa Building, and I'll wait for you to go, brother, and then I beg you to perform the third-level blue wave swordsmanship."

"Only by comprehending the third-level blue wave swordsmanship can I be qualified to stand upright in front of Master."

Bowing his head slightly, Yang Shao clenched his fists and said in a hoarse and low voice, "I shouldn't even have the qualifications to compete for Master's sword."

"Senior brother, you said that I'm not in a good mood enough to understand the third level of Bibo swordsmanship, right?"

Yang Shao looked at Han Muye.

Han Muye nodded.

"My generation of sword cultivators should ask for something, think about it, and guard it, right?" Yang Shao continued.

"I'm cultivating swords, but more importantly, my heart."

"Since Master has blood left, I will help him protect him no matter what."

This is Yang Shao's choice.

For him, this choice is as difficult as going to the sky.

"Have you thought about it?" Han Muye said softly.

Yang Shao nodded and said, "Think about it."

After speaking, he bowed and turned to leave.

"Give me the sword." Han Muye's voice suddenly sounded.

Yang Shao's footsteps stopped, his whole body was shocked, and when he turned around, a daze flashed across his face.

"You were not in a good mood at first, but now, it is enough."

Han Muye stretched out his hand, and Yang Shao's sword "Cang Ge" was unsheathed and landed in his palm.

"With the turbulent waves in my heart, the ancient wells that break the sky and the earth, and the blue waves are all in my heart."

The long sword stabbed in front, the sword edge wrapped endless waves, the sword came out, and the sky was surging.

Use the sword to move God's will!

This is the third level of Bibo!

The sword light retracted, the long sword fell back, and Han Muye raised his hands.

"If you can take advantage of the power of heaven and earth in the future, you will be able to understand the fourth level of blue waves with one sword."

Fourth weight!

The fourth level of swordsmanship involves the general trend of heaven and earth.

With this kind of swordsmanship, you can fight the half-step heaven!

"Borrow, potential?"

Yang Shao was at a loss.

This is too far.

It was Han Muye who practiced the third stage of the blue wave just now. He was also specious and didn't understand much.

Han Muye waved his hand and said lightly, "If there is a chance, go to the East China Sea."

East China Sea!

Is there any water potential in the world that is better than the endless ocean of the East China Sea?

Yang Shao's eyes lit up, bowed to Han Muye, and then strode away.

At this time, there was a trace of condensed sword current flowing on his body, which was about to turn into reality.

"Master, did he have an epiphany?"

Standing in front of the Jiange gate, Jiang Ming looked at Yang Shao's back and asked.

"It should be." Han Muye turned around, shook his head, and said, "As for cultivation, my sword cultivator is all about cultivating the body, cultivating the sword and cultivating the mind. With an enlightened mind, the cultivation will naturally improve."

Jiang Ming's eyes lit up, seeing that Han Muye had entered the sword pavilion, he hurriedly asked, "What about my generation of Dan Xiu?"

Han Muye kept walking, and his voice came faintly, "More alchemy."

...

The battle between Fengling Sword Sect and Jiu Xuan Sword Sect continued.

Don't make a move at the stage of forming the pill, and fight under the pill.

The inner door of the Nine Profound Sword Sect, the True Inheritance, the Inheritance, and the deacons and elders from all over the place were dispatched one after another.

Even the sects under the rule of Jiuxuan Sword Sect rushed into the Fengling Sword Sect and the original Tailing Sword Sect.

The search for all kinds of spiritual materials and medicines, the destruction of sects, and the search for medicinal herbs and swords have attracted more practitioners to participate.

Nobody is right.

Competing for the opportunity to practice, how come justice and evil.

From Han Muye's point of view, these low-level cultivators were just trying to earn their lives.

On Jiuxuan Mountain, most of the true disciples in the spiritual land left, and only Lu Shi and Li San were left in retreat. Song Qi, Song Jiu, and Qi Shisan all went to the battlefield one after another.

For these junior masters, this is a rare opportunity to become famous, and it is also an opportunity to increase their own experience and accumulate wealth.

Before Qi Shisan and the others left, Han Muye asked for a few pills.

temporarily borrowed.

A few top grade pills are worth more than 100,000 spirit stones, and they can't have that many spirit stones on hand.

Han Muye not only sponsored a few direct lineages, but also many true lineages in the spiritual land also came to borrow the medicinal pills.

The biggest effect of the Need Pill is that it is swallowed in battle, it does not affect the operation of the aura, and it does not need to be slowly refined.

Without these inner disciples, there was not much deserted on Jiuxuan Mountain.

After all, there are tens of thousands of outer sect disciples and hundreds of thousands of chores on Jiuxuan Mountain.

The successive great victories made these outer sect and handyman disciples cultivating high spirits.

Almost every day in Jiange, there are disciples who break through to the condensing stage, change into inner sect clothes, and come to lead the sword.

In the sword pavilion, Han Muye mostly practiced or made pills.

On the 15th day of the first lunar month, I would go to the third floor of Jiange to listen to the elders of Jiange explaining the way of cultivation.

Huang Laoliu is indeed practicing.

It's just that I don't know how he cultivated, and he is mysterious with Gao Xiaoxuan, and he can't see how he cultivates.

Lu Gao and Lin Shen are still fully refining and refining to fit their own strengths.

Although their current combat power is improving all the time, the time to integrate and control their own power is still measured in years.

That kind of huge power cannot be easily controlled completely.

Among the sword pavilions, Yang Mingxuan and Jiang Ming were the most interested in cultivation.

After Yang Mingxuan drew sword energy into his body, Han Muye combed his meridians for him every three days.

Every time it was a heart-piercing scream, and then it was a smirk.

For him, being able to practice is the happiest thing in the world.

Some time ago, Han Muye had taught him the art of swordsmanship and let him fuse the swords by himself.

Jiang Ming's mood is very complicated now.

The alchemy he thought was different from the current alchemy.

In the past six months, he has drawn sword energy into his body, and then transformed sword energy into the pill furnace.

What he thought was to study various medicinal herbs by himself, and then select the medicinal medicinal herbs he liked to refine.

But in three or two days from Suzhenlou, a little girl brought the elixir, urging him to refine it into pills.

Whether it’s a little girl is second, the key is that every time the elixir is delivered, the previous elixir payment will be settled.

All of the above products are settled by spirit stones.

Thirty-five yuan, seven or eight yuan, a dozen yuan.

Jiang Ming admitted that he had never seen so many spirit stones.

As a loose cultivator, even if he is an alchemy genius, he is not able to earn spiritual stones in such a safe and secure manner.

The water-like spirit stone was handed over from the little girl's pale hands, making him feel like he was dreaming.

In half a year, he has accumulated a net worth of more than one million.

He somewhat understood why Han Muye wanted to maintain a trading partnership with Bai Suzhen.

Really, it's hard to refuse.

"when--"

"when--"

On Jiuxuan Mountain, a long bell rang.

Crisp and melodious.

There is another big victory, and it is time to send the sword into the sword pavilion.

The disciples on Jiuxuan Mountain have become commonplace, and their eyes are turned to the sky to see the flying sword lights.

Han Muye, who was wiping the sword, put the long sword in its sheath, then turned and walked out of the sword pavilion.

"Fengshou Mountain has won a great victory, and Hexuanqi Wanghui, an inner disciple of Jiu Xuan Sword Sect, joined forces to kill the monster of the demon clan, and take a sword."

The sound spread, and there was cheers on Jiuxuan Mountain.

This time, it was not the harvest from Fengling Sword Sect, but Fengshou Mountain.

Outside the sword pavilion, Lu Gao, who was on duty, also had a smile on his face.

The battle on Fengshou Mountain was difficult, and the credit for killing the big demon was rare in the entire Western Xinjiang.

Not to mention the disciples of the younger generation, who defeated the strong with the weak, counterattacked and killed.

The disputes between the various sects, in addition to fighting for the top masters, also depends on the background and the training of the younger disciples.

The fall of Lin Chongxiao, who was known as the Three Stones Green Tiger at the beginning, made the entire Sanshizhai suffer a blow.

Tuoba Cheng beheaded Qin Ci, the most potential elder of the Tailing Sword Sect in Lie Yao Valley, which greatly damaged the foundation of the Tailing Sword Sect.

Now that the Western Border is not in the stage of forming a pill, the display of strength among the younger generation is more related to the luck of the sect.

Before Jiange, a group of swordsmen disciples in red robes strode forward with wooden boxes in both hands.

Han Muye, Huang Laoliu and others stood on the stone steps and waited solemnly.

"On the order of Elder Sun Mu, who guards Fengshou Mountain, I will send Hexuan Qi to the sword pavilion that Senior Brother Wang Hui obtained."

The disciple holding the sword shouted and strode to the stone steps.

Han Muye stretched out his hand to open the sword box and saw a four-footed sword inside.

Reaching out to hold the hilt of the sword, Han Muye's back was filled with a faint blue energy.

This sword is heavy and requires him to use the power of body refinement to lift it.

"Today, I received a sword from the guard of Fengshou Mountain and sent it back to the demon clan. It was checked and it was collected in the sword pavilion."

After checking the sword, Han Muye held it in both hands, turned around and sent it to the sword pavilion.

His hand was on the hilt of the sword, and a trace of sword energy poured into it.

The sword weighs one hundred and eighty pounds and is made of Nanhuang meteorite iron.

There are not too many other spiritual materials in the great sword, and meteorite iron is an excellent spiritual material, which is mixed with various powers.

The refining method of the big sword is different from that of the Western Border, and it is a unique method of the demon clan.

"Om-"

The sword qi poured in, and with a soft sound, the image of sword qi casting and refining appeared in Han Muye's mind.

Among them, you can see the pictures of blood refining and sacrifice refining.

These techniques can enhance the spirituality in the sword.

As for the mixed resentment, for the Southern Wilderness Monster Race, they don't care.

The owner of this sword is a big demon from the blue wolf clan.

Holding this sword, this great demon named Langtu slaughtered many other ethnic groups in the Southern Wilderness.

When they arrived at Fengshou Mountain, they fought again and again, and the sword was also stained with the blood of many Western practitioners.

Looking at these pictures, Han Muye understood that the positions of Xijiang and Nanhuang were different, and the contradictions could not be reconciled at all.

It's just that the two sides have not had any major disputes of interests. Why is the Southern Wilderness coming to attack the Western Xinjiang this time?

The sword energy poured in, the long sword vibrated, and Han Muye's expression suddenly changed.

Southern Wilderness.

From the swords, he saw the appearance of Nanhuang.

It is vast and boundless.

Monsters are everywhere~www.wuxiahere.com~ There are countless strong people who can transform into human form.

"Everyone, my Southern Wilderness disaster is imminent, and this time I have to fight."

An old voice came.

Catastrophe is imminent?

What's wrong with the Southern Wilderness?

The news that Mu Family Patriarch got from Fairy Shaoyao was also a change in the Southern Wilderness.

What happened to Nanhuang?

Holding the long sword, Han Muye slowly ascended the third floor of the sword pavilion.

Just as he stepped on the third floor of the Jiange, a sword that was originally placed on the third floor of the Jiange vibrated.

The great sword in Han Muye's hand exploded!

A long black claw condensed out.

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