Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Stepping into the Bitter Immortal Territory, Han Muye was shocked.

The boundless aura that hit his face made his whole body move with the power of his bloodlines.

The phantom of Kui Niu appeared and disappeared behind him.

Baxia's bloodline hidden deep in his body quietly stretched, absorbing a trace of the power of heaven and earth.

The power of heaven and earth in this Bitter Immortal Territory has traces of ancient times.

how is this possible?

unless-

Han Muye narrowed his eyes.

Unless this was a cave of some great power, and later fell here.

This can also explain why there are traces of prehistoric power here, and why there are so many demon clans here.

In front, there was a flying monster intercepting him, and Han Muye moved him away.

In the sky and the ground, monsters fighting in chaos can be seen everywhere.

There are also some monsters who have transformed into humanoids, with strong auras, and the monster light can be seen from a distance.

Following the guidance of the blood-colored aura, Han Muye flew away for five days and landed outside a large green city.

This big city in the Bitter Immortal Domain is different from the Yunteng Wasteland. The whole city is like a cascading mountain, piled up layer by layer, up to ten thousand feet.

The green vegetation wraps the entire city, and the demon lights flicker from everywhere, making it extremely prosperous.

Outside the city where Han Muye had landed, there was an endless line of caravans, all lining up to rush into the city.

People like Han Muye who flew and fell were no surprise to everyone.

However, someone still said, "Where did it come from? Go to the back row."

Han Muye turned his head to look, and saw that the speaker was a four-armed man with a height of 20 feet, a green skin and a face like a toad.

The big man was carrying a large basket behind his back. The basket was full of gray-black ores, and looked extremely heavy.

Just looking at the size of the basket, it can also hold a ten thousand catty face up.

Behind the big man, there was a row of tall and sturdy bodies of similar appearance.

They are all carrying big bags.

"Blue Sac?" Han Muye whispered.

The Blue Sac Clan is a low-level group in the Bitter Immortal Territory, and they are usually responsible for transporting ores.

Only higher than the enslavement status of those human races.

Coincidentally, Han Muye was a human race.

Therefore, this big blue-neck man dared to glare at Han Muye.

Seeing that Han Muye looked up at himself, the big man snorted coldly, one of his four arms stretched out and patted Han Muye on the head.

If this blow is solid, Han Muye will definitely be turned into flesh.

It's just that since Han Muye came from Yu Jianfei, how could he not be able to take this blow?

He narrowed his eyes, and a golden sword light flashed out.

"Thorn-"

As soon as the sword light swept away, the outstretched arm of the blue-necked man was directly chopped off, and the blue-black blood splattered all over the floor.

This sword is fast, and everyone around them only sees a sword light, which brings out a puddle of blood.

"what-"

"Murder—"

"Cut the way-"

The big man with the broken arm froze all over, collapsed to the ground, and roared loudly.

Not far away, several figures flew away, hanging in the air.

Blue robe and black armor, with double horns on the head, holding a long spear, and stepping on a dark golden flywheel under his feet.

I don't know which big demon's private army this is, but it looks quite powerful.

"Who dares to kill the mining team of the Four Spirit Demon Kings?" The leading green-robed black armored army pointed their spears at Han Muye, and the demon light on his body condensed and turned into a black goat covered with cloud patterns. …

The other soldiers in black armor also looked at Han Muye cautiously.

Although the big man whose arm had been chopped off was trembling in pain, he could see that the corners of his mouth were grinning, and his face was proud of his success.

On the broken arm, blue silk sacs were like sutured needles and threads, which were connected to the shoulder wound.

Just the next moment, the big man's face turned pale.

The green sac family's tried-and-tested method of rebirth from a severed limb has lost its effect!

The silk capsule on the broken arm couldn't even connect to the shoulder.

The golden sword shadows flickered on the shoulders, cutting off all the silk sacs.

This arm is really broken!

The mid-air leading general frowned and stared at Han Muye.

The Bitter Immortal Territory is the territory of the monster clan, but it does not mean that there is no powerful human clan.

"Who the **** are you?"

The general drank lowly and pressed the spear in his hand, ready to form a formation to take down Han Muye.

Injuring the people of their mining team in person, this is a provocation to the demon king.

Seeing the long spears forming a formation, Han Muye narrowed his eyes, and a sword light gathered in his palm.

At this moment, there was a low voice not far away: "Go away."

The sound turned into a golden thunder shadow, and the roar exploded, knocking the army generals ten feet away.

Qin Zhaoyuan, who was wearing a purple robe, stepped out and landed on Han Muye's side. He cupped his hands and whispered, "Qin Zhaoyuan has seen the city master."

Han Muye came to the Bitter Immortal Realm according to the agreement, and he had to follow the agreement and serve Han Muye as the master.

As for helping to save people, and finding the remains of Xianjun, that is another agreement.

"That's the caravan under the Four Spirit Demon Throne, specializing in drudgery."

"Since I have offended the city lord, then I will kill them." Qin Zhaoyuan stepped forward, and the purple light of thunder radiating from his body made those Qingsang people shiver.

The cultivation base and killing intent condensed on Qin Zhaoyuan's body can instantly turn them into ashes.

The domineering arrogance of Jinglei's Sixth Master Qin was fully revealed at this moment.

Bitter Immortal Domain, there are no rules.

The more you kill, the more ruthless is the rule.

Zidian, Thunder, and Gale all had the rules firmly in their hands.

"You don't have to do it, Master Liu." At this moment, a big man in black robe strode forward, holding a long knife in his hand, looking at the Qingsang people, and then raising the long knife, pointing at those who just got up Black Armor General.

"Go back and tell the Four Spirit Demon Kings, these smashes made the distinguished guests of my Dragon Building Business unhappy." The golden streamer gathered on the big man's long sword, and in the flashes, there was a deep evil spirit.

"He should know what to do."

The big man's words changed the complexion of the black armored general. He nodded, not daring to stay where he was, and turned around and led the flywheel to walk away.

"Zhulong Trading Company!" Someone in the queue whispered.

"Zhulong Business is a big business that runs rampant in the Bitter Immortal Territory, and the Four Spirit Demon Kings may not dare to offend." The long-necked monster with four ears and four eyes whispered.

"You don't know this? A hundred years ago, the Four Spirit Demon Kings offended a deacon and shopkeeper of the Zhulong Trading Company. They were chased by the Zhulong Trading Company and almost fell directly."

Those blue sac people were already trembling all over, not daring to raise their heads.

"Master Sword Immortal, Sixth Master, you don't need to pay attention to these ants, the Four Spirit Demon King will naturally give you an explanation."…

The black-robed man turned his head and bowed to Han Muye and Qin Zhaoyuan.

"My name is Du Qiang, and I am the current manager of the caravan."

"The shopkeeper has instructed that our lives will be handed over to Lord Jianxian this trip."

Du Qiang lowered his voice and spoke respectfully.

The alliance between Han Muye and Chen Zhulong was based on the souls of the Bitter Immortal Realm in Yunlan City, and based on the contract talisman, it was an unbreakable alliance.

It is normal for Chen Zhulong's subordinate to be so respectful in front of Han Muye.

Han Muye nodded, looked around, and said, "Where is this, and what should I do next?"

Du Qiang winked at a few people behind him, and everyone dispersed the surrounding demon clan.

"Master Sword Immortal, this is Wan Chong City, which is one of the thirty-two cities in the Bitter Immortal Domain."

"There are actually not many cities in the Bitter Immortal Territory, and most of them are still inhabited by monster tribes."

"Also, relying on a treasured place, a strong person is regarded as the demon king."

Du Qiang reported in a low voice, telling the information here.

The caravan of the Zhulong Trading Company had to stay in this big city for a few days before moving on to the next place.

Qin Zhaoyuan followed their caravan, first to hide their tracks, and secondly to use the power of the business to get more information.

Chen Zhulong had already explained that the firm would not interfere with Han Muye and the others, just cooperate fully.

When necessary, the entire army will be annihilated.

"The army under the Immortal Demon King Xiangtian is not far from here, so Wanchong City is so busy now."

"The Sky Demon King has already occupied one of the two states in the Bitter Immortal Territory, and the other big demons can only unite to resist."

Du Qiang's expression was slightly solemn.

The Sky Immortal Demon King's killing intent is extremely strong. If he really rules the entire Bitter Immortal Territory, other races will definitely be slaughtered.

The freedom of the Bitter Immortal Territory for countless years will also be broken.

Although Zhulong Trading Company did not make it clear that it was opposed to the Soaring Sky Immortal Demon King, it had been helping other demon kings deliver various materials for so many years.

"It is said that the Immortal Demon King Xiangtian obtained an ancient treasure to double his combat power, and the Immortal Demon King Huntian was severely injured by it." Qin Zhaoyuan also said with a gloomy expression.

The Thunder Thieves were defeated by the powerhouses under the Soaring Sky Immortal Demon King, and they turned out to be traitors, and finally collapsed, and even a few powerhouses fell.

Speaking of the three thieves in the Bitter Immortal Territory, except for Zidian, which is rare, Jinglei and Gale Wind have been defeated by the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King, and they have no strength in the Bitter Immortal Territory.

"Let's advance to the city, let's talk about other things." Han Muye pondered for a while and said.

Since he came to the Bitter Immortal Territory, he had to find the remains of the Immortal Monarch before leaving.

As for the chaos in the Bitter Immortal Territory, you can't participate if you can.

"Okay, I have shipped 800,000 sets of half-magic weapon-level battle armor spears this time, which is enough for all parties to fight." Du Qiang showed a proud face.

This is where their confidence lies.

Even the strong demon kings, the Dragon Building Firms dare to face them, because they control a powerful armament.

This is what all parties in the Bitter Immortal Domain need.

Sure enough, Du Qiang led Han Muye and the others straight into Wanchong City, and no one stopped him.

The city even sent a team of cavalry to **** the company's cart and enter the city directly.

Circling up the city, the vegetation on the city wall seems to have spirituality. …

Han Muye could see that once these cyan vines formed a formation, their power was extremely terrifying.

Walking along the avenue in the city, you can see many shops with all kinds of strange signs.

Unlike the human race shops, these shops did not display the goods, but left some soul marks on the signboards.

If you want to trade, you must enter the store and communicate with the owner.

Pills, weapons, and various spiritual materials, the types of things sold in the shops here are much less than those in big cities on the wasteland, let alone under the rule of major sects.

The name of the Bitter Immortal Territory is also derived from the unavailability of cultivation resources, which highlights the barrenness.

After all, for the demon clan, many resources are useless and will not be used.

There is no race in the world that can be as dexterous as a human race, and no race is as clever as a human race.

Any place, as long as the human race occupies it, can develop into a prosperous world.

Until the top of the big city, the caravan was arranged in a vast house.

Han Muye and Qin Zhaoyuan both have a quiet courtyard.

Flying all the way, although Han Muye was not tired, he still retreated first and sorted out his swordsmanship.

Obtaining Chen Mingjian's kendo inheritance, and fighting with the **** warriors, he gained a lot.

The extraction of various memories in the Guangqingyu Sword is enough for him to digest it well.

Another insight into the cultivation system of the immortal world made him have a clear understanding of the improvement and optimization of his own cultivation method.

When he left the customs, Du Qiang was already waiting outside the small courtyard.

Behind Du Qiang, followed by a tall man in black armor with four corners.

"Haha, this is the distinguished guest of the Dragon Building Firm?" The big man saw Han Muye walking out, with a smile on his face, stretched out his hands, and strode up to meet him.

"As a guest of Zhulong Trading Company, he is also a guest of my Niu Siling."

The big man wanted to hug Han Muye's arm, but was blocked by the surging sword light on Han Muye's body, a trace of embarrassment flashed on his face.

"Master Sword Immortal, this is the Four Spirit Demon King."

Du Qiang stepped forward, bowed to Han Muye, and said in a low voice.

The demon king, at least only the strong in the Void Transformation Realm, can rule one side, and is called the demon king.

As a virtual powerhouse, this guy is so diligent. I don't know if he was scared by the dragon building firm, or he is good at calculating.

At least for the vast majority of immortal cultivators, a demon king came to see him in person, as long as it was not a festival of life and death, he could skip it.

"Haha, what kind of demon king is not a demon king, brother Du, I don't like to hear what you say." Niu Siling rolled his eyes and smiled when he saw Du Qiang's respectful attitude towards Han Muye.

"The smashing of those blue sacs made the distinguished guests unhappy, and Siling, I am also angry." Niu Siling clenched his fist and looked like he was filled with righteous indignation.

He looked at Han Muye and grinned, "But I know that even if I killed those guys, the distinguished guests wouldn't care."

Saying that, he reached out and took out a small wooden box.

"Brother Du said that the distinguished guest is a master swordsman, and it happens that I have an ancient sword in my hand."

"I'm a rude person, I don't know how to use a sword, this thing is given to a distinguished guest as an apology."

The wooden box is not big, only three feet long.

The cyan and black lines reveal a hint of mystery.

Niu Siling held the wooden box in his hands and looked at Han Muye.

Du Qiang's expression remained unchanged, as if he hadn't seen this scene. …

Han Muye pondered for a moment, then said with a smile, "Okay, since it's a gift from the Four Spirit Demon King himself, Han will accept it."

He raised his hand to take the wooden box and lifted the blue-black lid to reveal a simple and heavy short sword more than two feet in it.

Although there is no immortal light on this sword, there are traces of immortal patterns that motivate the flow of sword intent.

The grade is not bad, at least the high-grade magic weapon, the semi-ling treasure level.

Such treasures are nothing in the big city of the wasteland, but in the Bitter Immortal Domain, they are already quite precious gifts.

Not to mention the few Qingnang people, even the lives of 10,000 Qingnang people can't compare to this ancient sword.

Han Muye understood a little, why this Four Spirit Demon King was able to escape even after being chased by the Dragon Building Business, and resolved his grievances.

This guy is willing.

Niu Siling didn't stay in Han Muye's courtyard for long. He just invited Han Muye to sit at his place and left with a smile.

"He knew that our caravan brought 800,000 soldiers and wanted to score a little."

Seeing Niu Siling leave, Du Qiang said in a low voice.

Now that the army of the Xiangtian Demon King is overwhelmed, only if his own strength and the combat power of his subordinates increase by one point, the odds of winning will be one point higher.

If you really lose, you will have more chips in your hands.

It doesn't matter how Du Qiang deals with Han Muye, that's their business.

There is something in that ancient sword, put it away first.

He's out, he has other things to do.

Walking out of the small courtyard alone, he walked from the top floor of the city to the half-city position of 5,000 feet. Han Muye walked straight into a shop with a sign that sold medicine pills.

"Hemolysis Pill is gone, but there are still a few Nagu Pills." An old voice came from the dimly lit shop.

Han Muye stood in front of the counter and looked at the shaggy old man who was looking up.

Han Muye's vigorous sword intent made the old man frown slightly.

"Jian Xiu..." The old man shook his head and muttered a few words.

"One of the powerhouses in the Bitter Immortal Territory in Zhantian Temple, Deacon Zhou Sheng, turned out to be like this." Han Muye's expression remained unchanged, and he opened his mouth.

His words made the old man glow with sword light.

The sword light disappeared in a flash, landed three feet in front of Han Muye, and retreated again.

"Who told you about my identification mark?"

Looking at Han Muye, the old man's eyes showed a trace of laziness.

"Now the younger generation of Jianzong doesn't know how to respect the old and love the young?"

Respect the old and love the young?

When did the practice world have such rules?

What's more, the older these practitioners are, the more powerful they are.

Who dares to be disrespectful?

Han Muye shook his head, raised his hand, and took out his identity token.

This token is half a finger long, and looks like a small blue-black sword, with a golden fairy pattern flowing on it.

Four sword lights flashed away.

Seeing the token, Zhou Sheng moved slightly, sitting up straight, with a golden halo in his eyes.

"The elites of the four halls, no wonder." The sword light on his body converged, and Zhou Sheng looked at Han Muye: "When did my sword sect juniors have such geniuses as you?"

Among the Xuanling Sword Sect, those who can have the status of the four halls at the same time are all absolute elites.

Especially the mysterious Temple of Slaying God, only the top geniuses who are incomparable have the opportunity to step into it. …

"Tell me, what are you doing here in Kuxianyu?" Zhou Sheng stood up while speaking, moving his waist, and whispering: "I'm most afraid that you guys will come, and it will be bad when you come."

With a wave of his hand, the door of the shop closed, and then the scene changed into a green courtyard.

Walking straight to the stone table in the small courtyard and sitting down, Zhou Sheng took out a small wine gourd, took a sip, and looked at Han Muye.

"I got a piece of news that it is related to Immortal Monarch's legacy, and it may require the power of the sect."

Han Muye's words made Zhou Sheng, who had just taken a sip of wine, blushed and coughed.

"Xianjun, cough, are the younger disciples so big now?" Zhou Sheng took a few more sips, seeming to shock himself.

"Speak, go on, and see what else can give this old man a headache." Zhou Sheng stuffed the wine gourd and looked up at Han Muye.

"I promised Qin Liuye, the Thunder Thief, that I would help him rescue the Thunder Thief."

Han Muye spoke calmly.

"Thunder thief?" Zhou Sheng straightened his whole body and said, "You want to fight against the Sky Immortal Demon King?"

Han Muye didn't speak, the golden fire he hid behind his shoulders stuck his head out.

"Fuck, Phoenix..." Zhou Sheng's hands trembled, he subconsciously opened the wine gourd, took another sip, and was shocked.

Han Muye shook his head, a cyan light flashed in his hand, and a cyan long sword appeared.

"Qingyu sword?" Zhou Sheng stood up, frowning.

"Senior Xu Mingjian has fallen. I got this sword and I'm here to report it." Han Muye released the hilt of the sword and said loudly.

A trace of regret flashed in Zhou Sheng's eyes, he nodded and said, "Back then, when the imprint of Senior Brother Xu's bloodline disappeared, we are all prepared."

Looking at the long sword, he sighed in a low voice: "I will wait for Jianxiu to cultivate for the first time, and it is better to die outside than to waste time."

His gaze returned to Han Muye, with a little more solemnity in his eyes.

"Don't worry, as long as you are a disciple of Jianzong, even if you come to Kuxianyu, the sect will protect you."

"It's just that when the sect needs your help in the future, just remember the love of the sect."

The Xuanling Sword Sect is an alliance of kendo practitioners. There is not much relationship between the disciples of the master and the disciple, but more mutual support, relying on the power of the sect to obtain more resources.

The resources of the sect have been used, and in the future, they will need to be returned.

In the sect, the more elite disciples, the more resources they can call.

Because the bigger the investment, the bigger the return.

These elite disciples grow up, and their own strength and influence are the accumulation of the power of the sect.

"it is good."

Han Muye put away the long sword and token, nodded towards Zhou Sheng, glanced at the wine gourd in his hand, then turned and left.

When he walked out of the courtyard, Zhou Sheng's originally upright body slackened.

He licked his lips and looked at the wine gourd in his hand: "The wine is good wine, just a little less..."

"Not a lot, half of Yunlan City's wine is in this gourd." Li Yungang, the head of the Zhantian Temple in a green robe, paced out.

"This kid is very refined. He probably knew I was coming when he smelled the wine." Shaking his head, Li Yungang also took out a wine gourd and took a sip: "I'm careless."

Zhou Sheng slapped his mouth and nodded, "Yunlan Sword Immortal, this kid has a strong sword intent."…

"However, is it really as tough as you said, even your hands are itchy?"

He tried it out just now, and it doesn't seem to be particularly strong.

"Itchy hands?" Li Yungang's eyes gleamed, and he lowered his voice: "In the past 30,000 years, there are not many guys who can make me chase challenges."

His words made Zhou Sheng smile, clapped his hands, moved his waist, and then stretched out his hand to break off the half-truncated branch on a dead tree beside him and waved it a few times.

"That's an interesting person, don't break it in the Bitter Immortal Territory."

"Just so, that guy in Xiangtian has been really noisy recently."

Speaking of this, he was stunned for a moment and looked up at Li Yungang: "Is this guy coming to Kuxianyu for this kid or for Xiangtian?"

Li Yungang laughed, but didn't answer, he turned around and left with the wine gourd.

Zhou Sheng glanced at his back, the wooden branch in his hand turned into a slender blue-black sword, and then leaned his back behind him.

With a mess of hair, he walked out of the small courtyard: "I'm going to go around, I always have to find a few helpers, and I have to say hello to all parties..."

…

Han Muye left Zhou Sheng's shop, instead of going straight back to the small courtyard where he lived, he continued to walk down the city.

The higher the upper floors of this Wan Chong City, the neater and tidy they are, where the strong people live, and the more messy they are going down, with all the low-level monsters passing through.

Wan Chong City is a big city in the Bitter Immortal Domain, whether it is a monster or a human race, you can see it.

Han Muye's appearance as an immortal cultivator of a sword-carrying human race is not too outlandish to walk down the street.

It's just that most of the human race immortal cultivators are all messy, not as neat as Han Muye's, so people don't dare to approach.

"Hey, such a handsome human race, would you like to come to my Chrysanthemum Building to stay? Don't worry, the spirit stone is enough." In a three-story pink pavilion, a coquettishly dressed female cultivator reached out to greet him.

156n.

"The skin is pretty good, I'm afraid it's a big monster who transformed into a shape, right?" On the opposite pavilion, there was a monster as big as a bucket, covered in blue and black, rubbing his hands, his eyes swirling around Han Muye.

Han Muye ignored these people and just walked fast.

He stopped in front of a quaint two-story building.

"Guest officer, my Tuling Pavilion's Qingshui Dufeiyin is a must, and there are also three spirits and four immortals, all of which are superb. Would you like to try it?"

In front of the small building, a horse-faced demon clan with a blue-green turban on his head approached him diligently.

Outside the small building, there is a strong aroma wafting.

Han Muye had no appetite for many years.

Taking a sip at this time, it was actually a little moved.

He nodded and followed the man into the small building, where he saw many tall monsters hunched over and feasting on them.

All kinds of meat are fragrant.

Han Muye walked into the small building, but no one looked up at him.

"Guest officer, it's more elegant upstairs." The horse-faced guy seemed to take it easy, and led Han Muye up to the second floor.

Sure enough, there were not so many people below. The small wooden tables were far apart, and there were only three or two people sitting around.

Sitting down at the wooden table by the window, Han Muye said, "All of your signature dishes will be served here."

The man hurriedly bowed and bowed happily, and then retreated downstairs.

Han Muye glanced at the other people on the second floor, and the two tall human immortal cultivators on the opposite side nodded slightly towards him. …

On the other side, a mane full of mad cows and two humans with demonic aura sat opposite each other.

They turned to look at Han Muye, but they didn't say hello, they just drank and ate meat on their own.

Han Muye turned his head to look out the window again. Monsters of all shapes and sizes were walking in and out of the street, shouting loudly.

This kind of exotic style is not interesting.

But after a while, a few guys brought up various dishes.

In the clear and bright soup, there are smart whitebait swimming in the water. Take the bamboo faster, and the whitebait turns into a strong fairy spirit and swims around.

This is the signature dish of Shimizu Tofei Yin.

Other dishes also have their own characteristics, color and flavor.

Han Muye rarely ate a lot before he put down Zhu Kuai.

At this time, the guests on the second floor had already changed a batch.

"Guest officer, how's the food?" The horse-faced guy who had been waiting by the stairs stepped forward with a smile on his face.

Han Muye nodded, raised his hand and took out a middle-grade immortal spirit stone and placed it on the table, then said, "These dishes are somewhat similar to those in my hometown. Maybe help me find your chef. Let me ask you a few questions."

A middle-grade fairy stone!

This table of dishes looks immortal, and if it is outside the Bitter Immortal Territory, it may be worth ten immortal spirit stones.

But in the Bitter Immortal Domain, up to five Immortal Spirit Stones are enough.

Han Muye's generous shot made the guy tremble all over. He hurriedly picked up the Immortal Spirit Stone, nodded and said, "I'll go and invite the chef to come over."

Han Muye nodded, and after a short while, he saw a big man of the Qingniu tribe in a black robe, with a bib tied around his waist, and a full-faced Qingniu clan walking upstairs.

The big man stared at the bull's eye, glanced around, grinned, and walked to Han Muye's table.

He was so tall and strong that he could only bow slightly.

"Guest officer, did you eat well?"

"I heard that your hometown is also in the Hulunbaier Prairie?"

Han Muye nodded, tapped his fingers on the table, and said softly, "That's the closest place to the sky, with blue sky and white clouds, it's unforgettable."

The big man of the Qingniu tribe's eyes fell on Han Muye's fingers, and there was a hint of solemnity in his big eyes.

"Indeed, the most important thing our family can't forget is our hometown grassland."

After he finished speaking, he grinned and said, "Well, it's really a fellow. In this way, you can leave a place. When I'm done working in this store, I'll bring some side dishes to find you for a drink."

Han Muye stood up, raised his hand and handed over a jade slip, and then walked downstairs.

When he came downstairs, the horse-faced guy came up to the big man of the Qingniu tribe and asked curiously, "Brother Dazhuang, do you still have such a rich fellow?"

Hearing his words, the big man grinned and crushed the jade slip.

"What fellow, I have come to Kuxianyu for three thousand years, and I have long forgotten what the grassland looks like. I was just chatting with him."

"Don't lose my share of the fairy stone."

With his hands behind his back, the big man bowed and left.

The horse-faced guy shook his head, grunted a few words, put on a smiley face, and went to attract other guests.

Han Muye left the small building, did not stop in the lower city, and quickly returned to his small courtyard in the upper city.

A golden light curtain rose, he sat cross-legged, and took out the wooden box given by Niu Siling.

"It's really interesting to buy caskets and return beads." He pressed his palm on the wooden box and whispered with a chuckle.

The golden fire behind him also flew down, standing on the wooden box and chirping softly. …

"This is the prehistoric sycamore tree, the treasure of the tree genus that is as famous as the Tongtian tree and the hibiscus tree?"

Pressing the wooden box with his hand, a trace of blue fairy energy surged in Han Muye's palm.

When Niu Siling took out the wooden box, a message came from the golden fire hidden behind his shoulders.

For the Phoenix Clan, the wild sycamore tree is a treasure that is highly valued.

Back then, it was said that there was a sycamore tree on the Yunchao Ridge in the western border of the Profound Sky World~www.wuxiahere.com~.

When the sycamore wood is lit, it can provide a blazing flame, and it can last for a long time.

This flame can not only provide power to Phoenix Nirvana, but also generate its own fire power.

Of course, this small piece in front of you is definitely not enough.

It's not bad to play with the golden fire.

Putting down the wooden box, Han Muye's eyes fell on the two-footed dagger in the wooden box.

Probe grips the hilt of the sword.

The dagger starts with a slightly heavy hand, and the hilt is rough, showing the ancient clumsiness.

"Kuraga-"

Pulling out a piece, it can be seen that the sword has a mysterious immortal pattern on its body.

Han Muye's eyes fell on the immortal pattern, and there was a flash of light in his eyes.

Raising his hand, several golden sheets of paper appeared on the desktop.

The inheritance paper page of Immortal Tongtian.

Han Muye pointed his finger on the page, swiped a few immortal lights, and golden immortal patterns appeared.

"It's not the immortal pattern, it's the divine pattern of the Daluo Zhoutian God Realm."

Slowly grasping the hilt of the sword, Han Muye's eyes became silent, and the dazzling light and sword intent poured into the dagger.

"Let me see where this sword came from."

Sword intent surged, and pictures flashed in his mind.

"Om-"

A soft sound.

The screen freezes.

"Senior brother?"

"Master said that if you let me come to the rain-covering fairyland, I will be able to see you when I see you. It's true."

A middle-aged Taoist man wearing a green and yellow Taoist uniform with a radiant light around him raised his head and opened his mouth with a chuckle.

Han Muye had seen this man before.

Five million years ago, when the Immortal Venerable preached the Fa.

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