Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The shopkeeper's hand tightly clasped Han Muye's palm.

Han Muye slowly withdrew his hand, and the spiritual light in his palm disappeared in a flash.

A mid-grade spirit stone is not bad.

"This sword is three feet two inches long, weighs twelve catties and eight taels, and is doped with white dyed gold."

Han Muye's voice stopped, and the shopkeeper looked at him nervously.

"White-dyed gold is the most resilient. The body of this sword can withstand heavy pressure, and it is considered to be the top grade among ordinary utensils."

"It's only for Senior Sister Lu. The sword's edge is a little longer, but it's suitable for sword cultivators with a body size of eight feet. It should be able to take advantage of the length of the sword."

As Han Muye's voice fell, among the cultivators who were watching, those who were eight feet tall all had their eyes lit up.

The top grade in all the utensils.

Such swords are hard to come across.

The shopkeeper let out a long sigh of relief and looked at Han Muye with a hint of gratitude.

One hundred spirit stones are still effective.

"Ahem, this senior brother, what do you think the price of this sword is appropriate?" A middle-aged man in his 40s wearing a blue-gray military uniform with a square face stepped forward and bowed his hands to Han Muye.

Han Muye turned his head, there was a hint of apprehension in the shopkeeper's eyes.

"If such swords are on Jiuxuan Mountain, fifty meritorious deeds are required in exchange. In this market, the price is naturally more expensive."

"The eight thousand spirit stones may come out?" Han Muye pondered for a while, and said lightly.

Eight thousand spirit stones.

The shopkeeper's face flashed a tinge of pain, but he still nodded.

The big man who made a sound had a look of joy on his face, bowed his hands to Han Muye, and offered a middle-grade spirit stone with both hands.

"Thank you, brother, for your guidance."

After speaking, he turned to look at the shopkeeper: "Manager He, I want this sword."

Eight thousand spirit stones bought this sword.

Without Han Muye's comments, he would have dared to ask for 18,000 yuan for this sword.

The faces of the other practitioners who wanted to buy swords showed regret, and then they looked at Han Muye curiously, waiting for him to comment on the next sword.

Another mid-grade spirit stone was entered.

Lu Qingping, who was standing behind Han Muye, could see clearly that after a while, Han Muye had already received two mid-grade spirit stones.

The skill of this sword watcher is too profitable.

Could it be that Brother Zhenxiong can also have this ability?

She felt a heat in her heart.

If Brother Zhenxiong is rich with this method, can he find a good sword today?

But, if Brother Zhenxiong really spent too many spirit stones, how can this kindness be paid back...

For a while, Lu Qingping only felt that her heart was messy and her expectations were complicated.

The shopkeeper didn't expect that Han Mu's Yejian was not chosen well, but it became a business first. The pain and smile on his face were superimposed, and his expression was very strange.

Han Muye reached out and grabbed the next sword.

Everyone on the second floor held their breath and waited.

"This sword is three feet long and weighs nine jins and one tael. The blade is light and thin, mixed with mysterious ice and iron, and the body of the sword is sharp. It is a rare good sword."

"However, this sword is too cold, and it is not suitable for young female cultivators. It is a good choice for those male cultivators who are full of vigor and blood and whose swordsmanship is agile and strange."

As soon as Han Muye finished speaking, two people stepped forward.

One is an old man in his 50s, and the other is a young man in his thirties.

"Fellow Daoist, Lu Mingchuan, the head of the Lu family in Xiafuyuan County, I don't know what the price of this sword is when you see it?"

The old man cupped his hands to Han Muye and said in a low voice.

On the other side, the young man in the black suit bowed and said, "Senior brother, please let me know if this sword is suitable for me."

As he said that, he spread out his hand, revealing a section of blue bamboo root.

"I saw that my brother brought the elixir. I have a piece of the root of the Frostling Bamboo. I would like to give it to my brother."

Defrost Spirit Bamboo, the name of this elixir has an impression on Han Muye, it is a good elixir, and the price seems to be not cheap.

"Junior Brother Han, the root of the Frostling Bamboo is an elixir that can be used." Lu Qingping, who was standing behind Han Muye, suddenly spoke up.

Can be used.

That is to say, in refining the elixir to increase longevity, this medicine can be used.

The spiritual medicines needed to increase the Shouyuan Pills are not cheap, and even the preparation of them requires hundreds of spiritual stones.

Han Muye nodded, took the elixir, and said, "If you can trust me, let me see how you can practice swordsmanship."

Since you have received things from people, you can't be perfunctory. You can choose swords after seeing sword moves. Only then can swords and people be more compatible.

Practicing swordsmanship?

The young man was slightly taken aback.

Just to practice swordsmanship once, I'm not afraid that someone will steal it.

After all, there is no one in the world who has such an understanding, who can learn other people's swordsmanship at a glance.

But practicing swordsmanship in front of so many people is somewhat of a danger of revealing one's own practice.

He pondered for a moment, then drew out the long sword from his waist, making a light mistake under his feet, and the sword light swung around.

The movement was moving between the square and the inch, and it really seemed to be a little bit vertical and horizontal.

After seven or eight moves, Han Muye suddenly said, "Enough."

The young man took away his long sword and looked at Han Muye.

In Han Muye's mind, the youth's sword light has not stopped.

Amidst the chaos of the sword light, there are streaks of agility, and the halo circulates until it bursts into the sky.

The flowers bloom and fall, and the flying flowers pick their leaves.

Comprehend swordsmanship, Feihua.

Inherited swordsmanship from non-kendo sects does not have a level marked.

However, this set of swordsmanship is really good, and it looks good.

Han Muye turned his head and looked at the patriarch of the Lu family who spoke up just now: "The price of this sword should be less than ten thousand spirit stones."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the young man practicing swordsmanship and said, "It's useless for you to change swords with light, your swordsmanship is wrong."

Did you practice wrong?

The young man was stunned there.

All the practitioners on the second floor looked blank.

Just now they saw that the swordsmanship was really gorgeous, and most of them felt that they were not the opponents of this young man.

Even Lu Qingping felt that her swordsmanship was not much stronger than the opponent's.

But in the eyes of Junior Brother Han, such swordsmanship is actually wrong?

Does he really understand, or does he pretend to understand?

Han Muye looked at the remaining swords again, but after a while, he looked at two more swords, and commented on it casually.

Just seeing the young man in a daze, the others were excited about swords and hesitated.

If I were to say this to myself, I'm afraid my heart would be damaged.

"Curachi—"

The next time, Han Muye directly drew his sword out of the sheath, pulled a few sword flowers, and said with a chuckle, "Senior Sister Lu, just use this one."

Lu Qingping's eyes lit up.

When she chose this sword just now, she felt that it was very suitable.

It's just that this sword is very agile, the sword light on it is translucent, and it is clearly a semi-spiritual weapon.

Such a good sword must have an unimaginable price.

"Junior Brother Han, I'm afraid this sword is not suitable..." Lu Qingping whispered.

Han Muye put his long sword back into its sheath, and then said, "This sword weighs nine jins and five taels. It is thin and sharp. It is rare that it is mixed with light iron. It can infuse spiritual energy and make the blade lighter."

"This sword is just right for Senior Sister Lu's inheritance of swordsmanship from Qingfengguan."

Good sword, suitable.

The smile on the shopkeeper's face was even greater.

Lu Qingping's expression became more complicated.

It's suitable, it's not necessarily really suitable...

She didn't even dare to think about the price of this sword.

"Junior Brother Han, let's take a look..." Lu Qingping's words were interrupted by Han Muye raising his hand.

"That's it. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Han Muye raised his hand, and two bright spiritual stones fell into the shopkeeper's arms.

"Don't raise the price, 20,000 spirit stones, you won't lose at this price."

Twenty thousand spirit stones!

Those two bright spirit stones are high-grade spirit stones, and one is worth 10,000 low-grade spirit stones.

A long sword and twenty thousand spirit stones.

This is a lot of money!

The shopkeeper held two spirit stones in his hands, the corners of his mouth twitched, and a smile appeared on his face: "Senior brother, you, your price is hard enough..."

Han Muye picked up the long sword, turned and handed it to Lu Qingping.

Lu Qingping reached out to take it subconsciously, touched the long sword, and felt that the sword was hot, and wanted to push it back, but Han Muye had already let go, and went downstairs.

The others upstairs looked at the swords that Han Muye had seen, and at the young man in black standing in the same place with a change in expression, they were all at a loss.

The shopkeeper wanted Han Muye to re-evaluate the long swords at the back. He looked up, Han Muye and Lu Qingping had already left.

"This senior brother, it's really amazing..." The shopkeeper looked at the entrance of the stairs and whispered.

The others also nodded slightly.

Until Han Muye left the store, Lu Qingping, who was holding the long sword, was still a little dazed.

20,000 spirit stones, bought this long sword named Liuhong.

20,000 Spirit Stones, how many years can you save 20,000 Spirit Stones?

"Junior Brother Han, this sword, this sword..." Lu Qingping didn't know what to say.

She can't afford this sword.

"Senior Sister Lu, you remember, this is the love of the sixth brother."

Han Muye, who was walking in front, said lightly without looking back.

Behind him, Lu Qingping held the long sword tightly, bit his lip, and did not speak.

Just as he walked out of the store, a figure stood in front of Han Muye.