When choosing a sword, look at people first.

Han Muye watched Zhao Youzhi practice a set of swordsmanship, and then pondered slightly.

Zhao Youzhi's swordsmanship is open and close, holding the sword in both hands, full of strength.

The swordsmanship of the earth and stone line, Erxuan, Kaishan.

After a trip to swordsmanship, Zhao Youzhi stood there nervously.

At this moment, he seemed to be facing the inspection of the elders in the sect.

"Zhao, Junior Brother." Han Muye felt that he had to drag himself a little, and calling himself Senior Brother would make him appear more authoritative.

"Senior Brother Han, please speak." Taking a deep breath, Zhao Youzhi said.

The other inner disciples also pricked up their ears.

The two newcomers were full of curiosity, and their eyes were fixed on Han Muye, who had a somewhat sloppy expression.

A piece of merit, what kind of guidance can be exchanged for?

"Junior Brother Zhao, are you left-handed?" Han Muye asked lightly.

left handed?

Zhao Youzhi himself, and some of the more familiar inner sect junior brothers behind him were slightly taken aback, and then all shook their heads.

"Brother Zhao is not left-handed." An inner disciple said in a low voice, a little disappointed in his voice.

Could it be that this Senior Brother Han is good enough to point out the disciples from the outer sect, but lacks eyesight when facing the disciples from the inner sect?

Huang Lao Liu's mouth twitched, and he turned to look at Han Muye.

No, this business just started, not a good start, but a good start?

Zhao Youzhi cupped his hands towards Xu Chengyi and said, "Senior Brother Han, although I have swords in both hands, I'm not—"

Having said this, he paused.

Then he froze there, and the expression on his face began to change.

The inner disciples behind him all looked at him, what happened to Senior Brother Zhao?

"I remembered that when I was very young, my left hand was indeed more flexible. Then, when I was seven or eight years old, my parents forced me to change it."

Zhao Youzhi raised his head to look at Han Muye, with deep admiration in his eyes: "If it hadn't been mentioned by Senior Brother, I would have forgotten that I used to be left-handed."

After he finished speaking, the first floor of the sword pavilion fell silent.

The inner disciple who had doubted Han Muye's eyesight before was blushing.

Huang Laoliu cracked his mouth, missing his big teeth, and laughed silently.

This boy Han is amazing, he can even see the habit that has been changed.

The eyes of the two new inner disciples who arrived today were full of anticipation.

Han Muye's fingers lightly landed on the table, he pondered for a while, and looked at Zhao Youzhi.

"Junior Brother Zhao, have you ever thought about changing your swordsmanship?"

Change swordsmanship?

Zhao Youzhi has been completely deceived.

What happened to yourself?

Many questions?

"Your swordsmanship is good, and your foundation is solid."

"If it's just this set of swordsmanship, it's fine to modify a few small details."

Fortunately, Han Muye didn't let him be stunned for a long time before he spoke again.

"But I think if you don't cultivate the stable and steady swordsmanship in the civil engineering lineage, and switch to the left-handed sword, you may have unexpected surprises."

Repair the left-handed sword.

Senior Brother Han meant that if he repaired his left-handed sword himself, he might be stronger in combat.

Zhao Youzhi was silent for a while, then shook his head and said, "Senior brother, I think swordsmen should be upright. I like this kind of swordsmanship."

Han Muye nodded.

This Zhao Youzhi is a good-natured, good person.

"Row 15, number 9526, golden lion."

"The sword is three feet eight inches long and weighs thirty-one catties."

Spreading out the book in front of him, Han Muye recorded it directly.

Zhao Youzhi walked over and found the long sword, with a smile on his face.

This sword looks thick and solid, and you can start it calmly, just like the saber you want.

Han Muye instructed Zhao Youzhi again, pointing out the direction of improvement in his swordsmanship. At the end, he said, "If you want to change your sword anytime, you can come again."

Change swords?

Holding the golden lion sword, Zhao Youzhi grinned.

This sword will never be changed.

Within half an hour, Zhao Youzhi and the others had all chosen their swords.

"Okay, you can go. This sword pavilion is not a place you can stay for a long time."

Han Muye waved his hand, leaned on the chair and said.

Zhao Youzhi and the others looked at each other and bowed.

"Senior Brother Han, when we return from our mission, please drink with Sixth Brother." After Zhao Youzhi finished speaking, he turned around and left.

Others followed suit.

"Brothers, it's easy to walk, it's easy to walk all the way..." Lu Gao's sincere shout came from the door.

In the sword pavilion, Han Muye stood up, took the sackcloth, and went to wipe the sword.

It's time to collect sword energy.

This time, he collected 2,500 sword qi, and then poured it into other swords again.

Collecting sword energy and comprehending swordsmanship by the way, Han Muye never tires of this process.

Huang Laoliu, who was sitting in the distance, looked at Han Muye in high spirits, bared his teeth and turned his head.

He didn't want to seek abuse with Han Muye.

In the afternoon, three more leading sword disciples came, one from the inner sect and two from the outer sect.

It may be that Han Muye's reputation didn't spread, these three leaders were quite normal when they were leading the swords, even if Huang Laoliu clearly hinted, they were still not on the Tao.

Unplugged.

For the next two days, Han Muye was still wiping his sword, collecting sword energy, pouring sword energy, and then comprehending a few sword techniques.

But Huang Laoliu would be bored just sitting there.

For two days, Jiange didn't even have a dog.

At the door, Lu Gao started to doze off again.

"Hey, is my sword pavilion a place to raise idlers?"

"Go home to sleep."

Huang Lao Liu held his hands behind his back, stared at Lu Gao blowing his beard, and then walked out angrily.

"Where is the sixth brother going?" Lu Gao was not annoyed, and shouted after him.

The income of eight spirit stones has already made him fall in love with the job of being a gatekeeper of the Jiange Pavilion.

Gatekeeper, this is the name he gave himself.

"I'm tired, go for a walk." Huang Laoliu replied angrily and left.

"Then I'll bring you to the cafeteria to serve food." Lu Gao chased and shouted.

"The selection of braised pork is messy." Huang Laoliu paused, then walked away with his back hunched over.

Hearing the conversation between the two, Han Muye who was wiping his sword smiled and shook his head.

Huang Laoliu and his Guanjian Guanren big business were yellow before they officially opened.

No one came for two days, and there was someone at the door to eat free food. Of course, Huang Lao Liu was depressed.

"Brother Lu, help me go to the Suzhen Building and bring these medicinal materials."

Han Muye walked to the door and handed a piece of paper to Lu Gao.

This is a list of the medicinal materials needed to refine Yunqi Pill.

In the past few days, the cloud qi pill on his body has been exhausted, and he needs to refine it.

Those sword qi are big eaters of spiritual qi. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Lu Gao took the list and cupped his hands: "Don't worry, Senior Brother Han, I will definitely handle this matter."

When Lu Gao went to fetch the medicinal materials, Han Muye sat in front of the long desk, narrowed his eyes slightly, and was familiar with the swordsmanship he just realized over and over again in his mind.

Swordsmanship can only be improved by frequent revision.

"anyone there?"

"I'll return the sword."

Suddenly, a voice came from the door of the Jiange Pavilion.

Return the sword?

Who else fell?

Han Muye looked up and saw a young man wearing a white robe from an inner disciple with a calm expression, holding a long sword in both hands and walking towards the sword pavilion.

"The rules of the sword pavilion are that you are not allowed to enter unless you are leading the sword."

"You don't know the rules, or are you not a disciple of my Nine Profound Sword Sect at all?"

Han Muye stood up and spoke lightly.

The white-shirted disciple was shocked, his outstretched footsteps stopped, slowly retracted, and stood at the door holding the sword in both hands.

"Senior Brother Su Yang, an inner disciple, has fallen, and I will bring him the sword with him."

Su Yang!

That sword!

In Han Muye's mind, the image of the sword inserted into the heart of the green-clothed woman instantly appeared, as well as the appearance of the outer door from the Eighth Era that fell off the cliff.

Era?

Looking up, Han Muye was slightly shocked.

The person holding the sword in front of him has a face similar to Ji Yuan!

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