Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Zhang Zhenbiao was stunned for a moment, hurriedly sat up straight, nodded and said, "Brother Han, please speak."

Han Muye has a strong fighting power, and he had saved Zhang Zhenbiao's life before. As long as the request is not excessive, he will agree.

As a sword cultivator, he naturally has his own rules of grievances and grievances.

As a side guard, he also has enough energy.

Han Muye said softly, "I hope Brother Zhang will not preach about my identity and things about me."

Zhang Zhenbiao was slightly taken aback.

Han Muye smiled: "A cultivator who has not yet become an official disciple can turn the tide, it is not good for your reputation, Brother Zhang."

This sentence made Zhang Zhenbiao blushed.

But he knew what Han Muye was telling the truth.

He guarded one side, but almost destroyed Scattered Fire City. Instead, he needed someone who was not an official disciple to rescue him.

"Brother Han, if you don't say—" He just spoke, Han Muye had already waved his hand: "It is said that a fellow from the same family shot, but Brother Zhang is your friend, and there is no need to spread the rest."

A friend from the same school made a move, which is much better than Han Muye's lack of formal disciple status.

Moreover, it can also set off Zhang Zhenbiao's extensive connections and strong background.

Han Muye's request is completely for him!

Zhang Zhenbiao looked at Han Muye, concealed his joy, and said in a low voice, "Brother Han, isn't this too wrong for you?"

Han Muye left with a swirl of his sleeves after he started that day, without leaving his name, and Zhang Zhenbiao didn't publicize his identity too much.

I just don't want to damage my reputation.

"It's okay, in the sword storage box, there will be a time for the world to shine." Han Muye said lightly, his eyes filled with endless depth.

In the sword storage box, there will finally be a time to shine in the world!

This is the true nature of swordsmanship!

If such confident words were spoken by outsiders, they would be arrogant.

But when Han Muye said this, it seemed extremely natural.

To be able to slay the leader of Xiangtian Tiger Guard with one sword, this man has such capital.

Thinking of Xiangtian Tiger Guard, Zhang Zhenbiao was slightly taken aback, and his heart moved.

Did Han Muye also not want to kill Xiangtian Tiger Guards, which led to the pursuit of the Bitter Immortal Domain?

Also, the Nirvana Orb was taken for granted by Han Muye.

Maybe he doesn't want this bead to be known to outsiders?

When Han Muye walked out of Zhang Zhenbiao's place, Zhao Chen and Zuo Baichou both came to visit.

On the top of a small building, three people sat around.

"Big Brother Han, in one day, the teleportation formation will be repaired. At that time, we will leave Scattered Fire City and go directly to Yunlu City." Zhao Chen looked at Han Muye and said.

As he said, he was a little regretful: "Unfortunately, the fire consumption of scattered fire city is too great, and it is impossible to restore the former prosperity."

"The black gold mines that were commissioned to smelt could not be smelted for a while."

Whether it is in the fairy world or the mortal world of practice, this is the case.

Between prosperity and decline, but a thin line.

Who can guarantee longevity?

"This is the black gold mine that was smelted in advance. Brother Han, you will give this to you first." Zhao Chen raised his hand and took out a ball of watermelon-sized ore and placed it on the table.

A truckload of ore can be refined so much.

Han Muye was not polite either.

He won't go back to Scattered Fire City for this black gold mine, but Jujin Commercial Firm has a station here and can get it at any time.

"Brother Han, I have nothing to do here for the time being, and I also want to go to Yunlu City." Zuo Baichou looked at Han Muye and said softly, "I don't know if it is possible to go together?"

This time, the chaos in Sanhuo City had little to do with Wanshen Trading Company, but it was also involved.

He brought the red sandalwood stone pith that evoked the power of the Nine Dead Insects and the Divine Bird.

If Xuanling Sword Sect wants to investigate this matter, it will inevitably lead to Wanshen Trading Company.

Zuo Baichou still has to find a way to find a strong swordsman who is familiar with the business and wash the business.

Of course, to walk with Han Muye, he also has his own selfishness.

Han Muye's sword was so powerful that he was also tempted.

Befriending such a strong man, he may be able to become his backer for Zuo Baichou in the future.

"Of course there is no problem with going together." Han Muye said with a smile.

For Han Muye, a large firm like Wanshen Firm also played a role.

Zuo Baichou thanked him again, and then took out some Spirit Fruit Immortal Wine.

These valuable treasures are difficult for outsiders to taste, but the three of them tasted some at will, whispering some fairy tales.

Han Muye got a lot of memories from Zhang Zhenbiao's sword tower hidden sword.

If you listen to the story the two of them tell, you won't be lost.

Although the Jujin Commercial Bank behind Zhao Chen only traveled within 10,000,000 miles, it was considered to have traveled around since childhood and had extraordinary knowledge.

Zuo Baichou is even more knowledgeable, having set foot in almost all of the three states, all forces and experts from all sides can say a thing or two.

Which strong people in Bitter Immortal Territory should not be provoked, under the rule of Xuanling Sword Sect, who are the real masters, and those elites with great reputation, who have any deeds.

"Have you been to the Blood War Sect?" Hearing Zuo Baichou saying that doing business with the Blood War Sect was the most difficult, Han Muye's expression changed and he asked aloud.

Zuo Baichou nodded: "Most of the **** war sects are war madmen, which is very unreasonable."

Lowering his voice, he said softly, "In recent years, the Bloody Battle Sect has been in charge of Ascension Stage and Hualing Pond, and there have been a lot fewer pseudo-immortals in the Rain-covering Immortal Realm."

Coming to the Immortal Realm, Han Muye got a lot of memories from swords, and Han Muye really understood the role of the Spirit Transformation Pond and the Ascension Terrace.

The spread of fairyland inheritance requires more realms.

Many disciples will go to the world of ordinary practice to experience.

There are also various resources gathered from the mundane world.

To be in charge of Shengxiantai is to control massive resources.

It's just that this resource cannot be squeezed indefinitely.

However, the Bloody Battle Sect obviously ignored these, and used the Spirit Transformation Pond to refine the creatures, and formed an army formation with those ascending powerhouses to fight everywhere.

In charge of Shengxiantai for 5,000 years, the strength of the Blood War Sect has expanded a lot.

Now the relationship with Xuanling Sword Sect and several other sects has become extremely stiff.

"Blood War Sect has been in control of Ascension Stage for less than thirty years. When they retire, which sect will have the best chance?" Han Muye asked.

No one knows the answer to this question.

At least low-level practitioners can't know.

It's just that Zuo Baichou is walking everywhere, whether it is rumors or secrets, he knows a lot, and some of them are his own judgments.

"Brother Han, the Immortal Realm takes control of the Ascension Stage every 5,000 years. Ordinarily, this time it should be the Iron Armored War Sect."

"It's just that you also know that if the Iron Armored War Sect wants to grab the chance to take control, it has to compete with Yunlan Dao Sect and several other families."

"The Yunlan Taoist Sect has been in charge for the last five thousand years. As the number one sect in the Rain-covering Immortal Realm, they are reluctant to hand over this opportunity."

God Emperor Murong Zheng was born in Yunlan Taoism.

Yunlan Daomen is the force that has been in charge of Shengxiantai for the longest time in Fuyu Immortal Realm.

Tianyao Sect and Iron Armored War Sect have a chance to take charge almost every 100,000 years.

"Xuanling Sword Sect, Blood War Sect, Yunlan Dao Sect, all are possible." Zuo Baichou expressed his judgment, and then said: "It mainly depends on who is determined to rob."

After all, it is only five thousand years of control, and it is only a promotion to Xiantai, and it is not a fairyland state.

Go hard for this place and see if it's worth it.

What Zuo Baichou said was similar to what Han Muye had perceived from the memory of the sword.

"Burst Wind Pirate, Immortal Demon King of Bitter Immortal Domain, Xuanling Sword Sect is involved, I'm afraid it will also have a headache." Zhao Chen, who was sitting beside him, whispered softly.

Zuo Baichou nodded.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes and suddenly turned his head to look out the window.

"Om-"

A roar came from the distant sky.

The roar exploded, like a galloping horse.

"blast-"

In the void, whistling and drinking.

Storm Pirates!

arrow.

Countless long arrows flew from a hundred miles away, covering the sky and the sun.

"defense!"

In Scattered Fire City, Zhang Zhenbiao's voice sounded, and a golden sword tower appeared, hovering in the void, turning into a thousand feet.

The Wanzhang Sword Pagoda radiated a stream of light, and slammed into the arrow rain in front.

A thin canopy appeared, combined with the power of the sword tower, turned into a barrier, and pressed down on the place where the arrow rain fell in front.

Peng Mingdaojun mobilized the remaining power of the great formation, but he could also have some power.

It seemed that he really wanted to atone for his merits and hoped that he would be punished lightly by the Xuanling Sword Sect.

"Boom—"

The sword light collided with the rain of arrows, and the missing arrows slammed into the light curtain formed by the power of the defense formation, making a sound.

The light curtain was faintly visible to the naked eye, and long arrows pierced the light curtain and pierced the newly rebuilt buildings in Sanhuo City.

Those wooden pavilions were directly shot through, and each arrow seemed to contain a thousand and one powerful force, and it exploded with a bang.

"Snapped-"

A long arrow shattered in front of the small building where Han Muye and the others gathered.

Elder Chu, who was holding a long sword, stepped down, and then his expression was solemn.

"It's the hurricane arrow formation of the hurricane thief."

Old Chu flew down beside Zhao Chen and spoke in a deep voice.

"Only by gathering tens of thousands of storm thieves can this formation be formed."

"A hundred miles away, ten rounds of arrow rain, even the Heavenly Venerate powerhouse at the peak of the Immortal Immortal can't stop it."

The wind was over 10,000, the wind swept the clouds, and the sky collapsed.

The storm thieves can run rampant with the help of a large number of people, relying on the tyrannical battle formation.

Vertical and horizontal come and go, popular for thousands of miles.

"Blast Pirates, you dare to come under my Xuanling Sword Sect to attack the city, are you courting death?" Zhang Zhenbiao shouted, the golden light above the four-story sword tower condensed into reality.

A Baizhang Yuanshen appeared, holding a long sword and standing in the air.

He is also a master of the semi-sacred realm of human beings and immortals.

With him appearing, the originally panicked scattered fire city suddenly became much more stable.

The previous turmoil has made many people palpitate.

The arrow rain has stopped.

"I can't stop it." Zuo Baichou looked into the distance and said in a low voice, "The sword formation of the Storm Pirates is stronger than one round."

"The second round of arrow rain can not destroy the entire scattered fire city, but also defeat Zhang Zhenbiao."

When he said this, he was stunned for a moment, and his expression changed sharply: "Brother Han, teleportation formation."

A rain of arrows will destroy the teleportation array!

Zhao Chen also changed color.

Han Muye nodded, and a faint sword intent appeared on his body.

He didn't want to care about these things, but unfortunately, he couldn't stay out of it.

Without the teleportation formation, how could he get to Yunlu City?

"Om-"

Void vibration.

That is the power gathered by the second round of arrow rain.

The longbow is drawn but not released, but it has the power to shock the mind.

This gathering of power caused the entire Scattered Fire City to vibrate slightly. Those immortal energy could not be condensed, and seemed to be absorbed by the battle formation a hundred miles away.

Standing in the air, Zhang Zhenbiao had a dignified face, gritted his teeth, and snorted: "Blast Pirates, what do you guys think?"

The majesty of the previous sect was not to be violated, and it became an inquiry at this time.

The power of the sect is not its own power after all.

Before you live or die, you still need to look at yourself.

"Boom—"

The answer to Zhang Zhenbiao was the second round of arrow rain.

Don't talk.

"kill!"

Zhang Zhenbiao shouted loudly, and the golden light on the sword tower slammed forward.

The power of the great formation led by Peng Mingdaojun followed closely behind.

"boom-"

The loose arrow rain turned into a thousand-foot arrow in midair, hitting Zhang Zhenbiao's golden tower.

The golden pagoda rumbled and burst into pieces of golden fragments.

A small three-inch blue-grey tower flew back, collided with Zhang Zhenbiao's primordial spirit phantom, and fell with its figure.

The guarding disciple of Scattered Fire City was seriously injured again after a few days.

The arrow that shattered the golden pagoda was plunged straight into the bluestone square that had just been repaired, stirring up a piece of gravel that plunged into the ground.

"Om-"

The arrow vibrated, sending out a piercing roar that made the soul turbulent, and it didn't slowly dissipate until Hundred Breaths.

This arrow made the whole city terrified.

"Let go of my Brother Storm Thief, and take out hundreds of billions of immortal spirit stones to make amends."

"Hand over whoever captured my brother of the Storm Pirates."

In the void, there was an indifferent low drink.

There was a suffocating aura in the voice, as if a sea of ​​corpses and blood had emerged.

"Impossible—" Zhang Zhenbiao let out a low voice, but he caused the injury, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"I'm not negotiating conditions with you." The voice in the void resumed.

"You are not qualified to talk to me about the conditions."

In the indifferent voice, there is the majesty of the superior.

"Give you a hundred breaths."

Hundreds of breaths!

Life and death in the city are here!

Many immortal cultivators jumped up in panic and fled away from the city.

Zhang Zhenbiao, as the guard of the scattered fire town, would never give up his face and surrender to the storm thieves.

Scattered Fire City must die!

Zhang Zhenbiao held a long sword and held a small blue-grey tower, his face changed.

He raised his head and looked to the sky.

"My generation of sword cultivators is just life and death."

He screamed in the sky, the sword intent on his body exploded, and his face was full of generosity that would go to death.

"Brother Han, Zhang Zhenbiao swears to live and die together with Sanhuo City. When the sect people come, please also ask Brother Han to tell me that Zhang Zhenbiao has not lost the face of Xuanling Sword Sect."

Within a hundred breaths, both Han Muye and Zhang Zhenbiao could escape.

But Zhang Zhenbiao is the deacon of Sanhuo Town. If he leaves, Xuanling Sword Sect's face will be lost.

His life and death have been tied to his responsibilities.

But Han Muye can go.

Above the attic, Zhao Chen and Zuo Baichou both looked at Han Muye.

The Storm Pirates would not launch the third round of arrow rain attacks until after a hundred breaths, and this time was enough for them to leave Scattered Fire City.

"Hundred Interests?"

Han Muye took one step forward, the sword light on his body shook with the slightest shattering void.

In the air, Han Muye nodded towards Zhang Zhenbiao.

"Wait for my ten breaths."

Ten breaths?

doing what?

Zhang Zhenbiao was stunned for a moment, before opening his mouth, his eyes widened.

Behind Han Muye ~www.wuxiahere.com~ the long sword flew out from the sword box and turned into a dragon of sword light.

Man and sword, when the sky shines.

"Give you a chance."

The sword light roared, and Han Muye slowly pointed down the sword in his hand.

Thousands of cavalry stand, and the long bow is full of moon.

"Let me see how capable the Bitter Immortal Territory Storm Pirates, who are famous in the Immortal Realm, are."

Below, in the battle formation, shouted loudly: "Shoot—"

Thousands of arrows are fired, covering the sky and the sun.

Han Muye's eyes lit up, and he slashed down with a sword in his hand.

The sword light and the long dragon exploded with a bang.

Wan Jian.

To Wanjian!