Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Before the stone steps of the sword pavilion, there was silence.

Huang Laoliu looked away from the sword held in Han Muye's hand, and looked at the Patriarch of the Cao family with a much more solemn expression in front of him.

If Han Muye hadn't opened his mouth, Huang Laoliu would have almost capsized in the gutter.

Examining these swords, he did not say that his soul was seriously injured. He really took away the swords that Han Muye had returned, and the face of the sword pavilion was also disgraced.

It's just like Han Muye said, how did a few useless swords achieve such a vertical and horizontal sword energy, and their spiritual light shines?

The key is that his soul was thrown into the sword body without any hindrance. It was indeed a rare sword.

Back to the furnace for re-refining?

Won't.

If the Cao family is going back to the furnace for re-refining, then the owner of the Cao family does not need to send it in person.

Today, they sent swords to bring down the face of Jiange!

Before the sword pavilion, everyone's eyes turned to Han Muye, to his hand that slowly released the hilt of the sword.

"Haha, it's still that waste sword Qingyou..."

"A waste sword is a waste sword. If you play with it, it's still a waste."

With his hands behind his back, Han Muye's expression was as cold as water.

"If the owner of the Cao family just wants to bring these waste swords to the sword pavilion, then in the future, your Cao family really doesn't need to come again."

His words made everyone in the Cao family change their faces.

Cao Anchun's expression became more and more gloomy, the girl beside him was curious, and the young man was extremely angry.

"Why do you say it's a waste sword? I spent two months refining this sword, and my ancestors tempered it. How could it be abandoned—"

Before the youth could finish speaking, Cao Anchun raised his hand to stop it.

"Little friend, tell me, where is this sword scrap?" Cao Anchun looked at Han Muye and said softly.

Han Muye laughed, shook his head and said, "Patriarch Cao, although the person who made the last six-handed sword was different, the mistakes and omissions are similar."

"Afterwards, I investigated the various swords that your Cao family sent before, and many of them have the same problem."

"If you can find out and solve these problems, Patriarch Cao, they won't come today, right?"

Before Cao Anchun could make a sound, Han Muye had already stretched out his finger and pointed at the swords: "Infuse the sword's body with sword energy to temporarily make up for the hidden dangers. Is it better to use such means?"

I see!

Huang Laoliu's complexion sank.

No wonder he didn't find out the flaws in the swords. It turned out that the head of the Cao family did something to make up for the flaws of the swords temporarily with sword energy.

"Senior brother, since you say so, then please point out the shortcomings of these swords." The girl beside Cao Anchun whispered, looking at Han Muye.

Hearing her words, Han Muye showed a faint smile on his face: "Empty mouth and white teeth, I, Han Muye, will help you to point out the shortcomings of your Cao family's weapon refining?"

Disadvantages of the Cao family's refining tools!

Empty mouth and white teeth.

The girl widened her eyes, bit her lip and didn't speak.

Cao Pei trembled, and he lowered his head and did not dare to look at Han Muye in front of him.

The angry young man's expression kept changing, gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and glared at Han Muye.

Cao Anchun stared at Han Muye, and after a long time, he sighed softly, "Little friend, I don't know what you need to say?"

Han Muye put his hands behind his back, and his eyes fell on the disciples holding swords behind Cao Anchun.

"One mistake, ten thousand spirit stones."

Ten thousand spirit stones.

Lu Gao, who had been standing in the back, felt that this time, Brother Han's offer was really kind.

Last time, that guy from Ling Juezong was directly presented with 100,000 spirit stones.

"Okay, 10,000 spirit stones are 10,000 spirit stones." Cao Anchun nodded, and with a wave of his hand, a high-grade spirit stone appeared in his palm, and aura flashed.

Han Muye turned to look at Lu Gao.

Lu Gao was shocked, strode forward, and stretched out his hand to take the spirit stone from Cao Anchun's hand.

Top grade spirit stone.

I have finally touched this thing in my life!

Seeing that Lu Gao had collected the spirit stone, Han Muye stretched out his hand and pointed at the blue long sword in front of him and said, "This sword is called Qingyou, it is three feet long and one centimeter long, and weighs eleven pounds and fifty taels."

"This sword is made of Qingmu Feng iron mixed with jade and mysterious steel, and it is refined by the method of thousands of tempering.

Every time Han Muye said a word, the young man from the Cao family looked solemn.

Cao Anchun and the girl beside him nodded slightly.

"I guess, your Cao family should have a mine of mysterious jade steel, right?" Han Muye asked with a smile.

"This, what does this have to do with the drawbacks in this sword?" The young man from the Cao family changed his face and said in a low voice.

Han Muye shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter, just sigh with emotion, your family is really rich."

Before the young man could express his anger, Han Muye said again: "This sword has several other swords. It seems that no matter the ratio of spiritual materials or the refining method, there is no problem."

"But it's okay to be wrong."

Having said this, his eyes were bright and dazzling.

"The green pomelo sword is mixed with black jade steel and two or five coins."

"The Fenghong sword and Xuanyugang are also three or five dollars."

"Mo Shen, Broken Jade and the other handles have the same amount of Xuan Jade Steel."

"The forging methods inherited from your Cao family are really brilliant."

Under the stone steps, the expressions of everyone in the Cao family changed.

It was obvious that Han Muye was complimenting them, but what they heard didn't feel good at all.

A look of confusion flashed across the young man's face.

This ratio is accurate, isn't it?

"I understand what the little friend said." Cao Anchun nodded and said softly, "I thought the family inheritance was fine, but I didn't want to, but it bound the younger generation."

"Refining tools is like alchemy, more broken, less waste. When Cao returns to the family, he will let the children in the family train their eyesight hard, and never follow the script and memorize them by rote."

After Cao Anchun finished speaking, he took a deep breath and looked at Han Muye: "Little friend, is there anything else?"

Han Muye chuckled lightly, "Of course."

Cao Anchun's eyes flickered brightly, and two high-grade spirit stones were found in his palm.

Han Muye waved his hand, and Lu Gao stepped forward and took it away.

"Your Cao family's craftsmanship is fond of using cold pool water, and the three-handed yang attribute sword energy is such a waste."

"Backed by Jiuxuan Jianmen, your Cao family has no shortage of spiritual materials. There are several swords that are stacked purely with spiritual materials, but I don't know that it will backfire."

"The Cao family's craftsmanship, swords and seal carvings are too simple to meet the needs of different practitioners."

……

Han Muye said one thing, and Cao Anchun took out a top-grade spirit stone.

Lu Gao rudely accepted all the orders.

But for a moment, Lu Gao couldn't hold the spiritual stone in his hands.

"Impossible, my Cao family's artifact refining technique has been passed down for thousands of years, and it is a famous artifact refining family. How could our artifact refining technique be so poor..."

"No, wouldn't it be better to add more spiritual materials..."

The young man of the Cao family was at a loss ~www.wuxiahere.com~ and muttered to himself.

The girl beside him had bright eyes, looked at Han Muye, and listened without a word.

"Finally, your Cao family's craftsmanship is the most deadly."

Han Muye stretched out his finger and pointed at the girl in red: "If your ice breaker is not able to continue after being forged 35,300 times and breaks the rhythm of folding, it is a spiritual tool."

"Yes, senior brother is right, I, I'm exhausted..." The girl blushed and whispered.

"Your Cao family's body training exercises are not strong enough. After 30,000 exercises, there will be a pause." Han Muye said softly.

After speaking, he didn't say anything.

Under the stone steps, the Cao family did not make a sound.

What Han Muye said was really a mistake that they had, but never considered.

"Little friend, I don't know how to get rid of this fatal flaw?" Cao Anchun looked up at Han Muye, took a deep breath and said, "Little friend, make a price."

Lu Gao looked around, quietly approached Huang Lao Liu, and put the top-grade spirit stone in his arms into his arms.

Everyone asked Senior Brother Han to make an offer.

Naturally, it is going to make a lot of money.

"I want the sword you brought."

Han Muye stretched out his hand and pointed to the wooden box that the young man who was standing in the last position of the Cao family's children was holding.

"Impossible, that's a spiritual weapon—" Cao Anchun's expression changed, and his eyes widened before he finished speaking.

In front of him and behind Han Muye, phantoms of iron bulls floated up.

One head.

Both ends.

Three heads.

Nine heads!

The power of nine bulls!

"it is good."

"I'll change."

Cao Anchun stared at the phantom of the Nine Bulls and spoke in a deep voice.