Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Bring the elders back?

Huang Laoliu didn't regain his senses for a while, and when Han Muye had walked several dozen feet, his eyes widened.

"You, you are going to Luyuan Mountain!"

The elders of Jiange are in Luyuan Mountain.

Han Muye is going to Luyuan Mountain?

Clenching his fists, Huang Laoliu's expression changed, and he finally shouted in a low voice, "I'm going too!"

Hearing his words, Han Muye paused, turned his head and smiled and said, "Didn't you say, Brother Six, that eggs can't be put in one basket?"

"It's all gone, it's really going to put a basket."

Hearing his words, Huang Laoliu glared at him and said, "I should go then."

"You are in the sword pavilion."

Han Muye shook his head, his eyes narrowed.

Huang Laoliu was shocked, and only felt his eyes dim.

When he regained his senses, Han Muye was no longer in front of him.

"Condensation Sword Art..."

"You kid, in the end it's still repaired..."

There was a trace of confusion on Huang Laoliu's face, looking at the mountains in the distance, whether it was sadness or helplessness in his eyes.

"We are all mortals. Cultivation is for the sake of the world, not for cultivation, for the sake of the world."

"But in the end, why are you asking for nothing?"

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Han Muye walked outside the gate of Jiuxuanjianmen, where a small green wood car was parked.

"Senior Brother Han, let's go."

Bai Suzhen stuck her head out of the car window and waved to him.

Han Muye nodded and walked quickly to the car.

The driver who was sitting in front of the frame wearing a bamboo hat turned his head and saw Han Muye, his face slightly stunned.

Han Muye didn't expect it either.

Mr. Ho.

The shopkeeper He of Zhenlingbao Shop in Yamashita Square City.

"It turns out that the best friend Miss said was a little friend."

Elder He looked at Han Muye with a smile on his face.

"Sure enough, it's the person that the young lady values, extraordinary."

At this time, the shopkeeper He didn't have the spirit of a philistine, but there was a sense of tyranny that people dared not look directly at.

"Uncle He, do you know each other? That's better."

Bai Suzhen laughed and said to Han Muye, "Only if Uncle He makes a move, we can get to Luyuan Mountain as quickly as possible."

Han Muye nodded, and cupped his hands towards Shopkeeper He, "Thank you, senior."

Hearing his words, Shopkeeper He waved his hand and said, "Mo Xie, Mo Xie, you are Miss's friend."

Speaking of this, he grinned and said, "In the future, little friend, just come to my Zhenlingbao shop to take care of the business."

Han Muye nodded, stepped onto the carriage, bent over to enter the carriage, and sat opposite Bai Suzhen, who was walking in the middle.

"Senior Brother Han, Uncle He is a master of the environment. He has a flying boat with a spirit weapon that will allow us to reach Luyuan Mountain, thousands of miles away, before sunset."

The carriage started, Bai Suzhen looked at Han Muye and spoke in a low voice.

The place of ten thousand miles, arrived in one day, this speed is much faster than Han Muye expected.

He looked up at Bai Suzhen.

The identity of this white shopkeeper is probably not simple.

She opened a small shop on Jiuxuan Mountain by herself, and Jiu Xuan Jianmen turned a blind eye.

At the foot of the mountain, a strong person was also arranged to master a spiritual tool that could escape thousands of miles a day.

The power behind her should be the top three or two in the Western Xinjiang.

Seeing the light in Han Muye's eyes, Bai Suzhen laughed, then moved closer, and said softly, "Senior Brother Han, there is only so much I can help you."

"Neither you nor I are in a situation, so we can't participate in such major events in Western Xinjiang."

After a pause, she looked at the two swords behind Han Muye's back, and said in a low voice, "Senior Brother Han, it is rare for you to have the heart to fully rescue the elders of the sword pavilion."

Han Muye nodded and sat upright.

He understood what Bai Suzhen meant.

Being able to help him get to Luyuan Mountain is already the limit of what Bai Suzhen can do.

He, Han Muye, was not qualified to let Bai Suzhen use the power behind him.

Unless, he has stepped into the situation.

Perhaps, in ordinary circumstances, there is no such treatment.

The carriage traveled for only a quarter of an hour and stopped directly on the side of the road.

"Miss, Xiaoyou Han, please get off the bus."

Shopkeeper He's voice sounded.

Han Muye and Bai Suzhen got out of the car, and the shopkeeper He raised his hand and made a gesture. A bone boat the size of a walnut in his hand turned into an evergreen felt boat of two feet, hanging at a height of two feet.

Shopkeeper He flew and landed in front of the boat, Bai Suzhen flashed and landed outside the cabin.

Behind Han Muye, the shadow of the iron bull floated, and he stepped out and jumped onto the boat.

"Sit in the cabin, it's windy outside."

Shopkeeper He opened his mouth, and the boat began to drift forward slowly, the speed was getting faster and faster, bringing a gust of wind, making people unable to open their eyes.

Han Muye and Bai Suzhen got into the cabin, dark golden streamers flickered around the cabin, and they couldn't feel the strong wind.

Han Muye sat cross-legged and closed his eyes, forcing Bai Suzhen, who originally wanted to talk to him, to shut up.

At this time, Han Muye's spiritual sense projected himself and began to investigate the changes in his body, calculating how many means he had.

The spiritual qi cultivation is at the sixth level of cultivating vitality. Although the dantian is as wide as condensing qi, it can be ignored in places such as Luyuan Mountain.

The strength of the ninth level of body refining and vitality is also better than nothing, even if there is an extra sword bone, it will not greatly increase his combat power.

Control hundreds of swordsmanships of various levels, motivated by the spirit energy and the sword energy refined by Dantian, the palm of the hand is purple and green, and can block the foundation for a moment.

There are five sword intents in the sea of ​​​​qi, and there are a lot of scattered sword qi.

The Sword Intent can support him to use the Ten Thousand Swords to Return to the Sect several times, mobilizing the flying sword in his sleeve, and he can fight against the environment.

The white tiger picture scroll on his body can also rival a situation for a moment.

But none of these can save the elders of Jiange.

The only chance is the Soul Sword condensed by the Condensing Sword Art.

In the divine treasure, the sword of the divine soul shines, constantly refining the power of the divine soul.

In this half-day, Han Muye has been able to sense that his divine soul power has increased a hundredfold~www.wuxiahere.com~ If this little sword stays in the divine treasure for a long time, he feels that he can condense another divine soul sword.

The sword of the soul can fight against the heavens within a hundred breaths.

This is all Han Muye's cards.

With these, can Elder Gao be saved?

If only the Tailingjian faction wanted Elder Gao to die, Han Muye was confident.

But in this western border, at this time, how many people want Elder Gao to die in Luyuan Mountain?

Feizhou was shocked, and Han Muye opened his eyes.

"Hehe, it's okay, there is an elder in Jiuxuan Jianmen asking, say hello." The voice of the shopkeeper He came from outside the cabin.

With the strength of the Nine Profound Sword Sect, it is strange that no one comes to investigate if there is a realm imperial artifact spanning thousands of miles.

Obviously, the forces behind Shopkeeper He and Bai Suzhen are not hostile to Jiuxuan Jianmen.

This is good news for Han Muye.

After a while, the boat got up again.

This time, there is no hindrance.

The wind howled, thousands of miles in an instant.

"boom--"

Suddenly, the flying boat trembled.

"arrive."

Outside the cabin, Manager He's voice was a little hoarse.

Han Muye stepped out and stood on the bow of the boat.

Ahead, the green hills, under the afterglow of the setting sun, are vast and lush.

The mountains and rivers are thousands of miles, and the world is vast.

A long sword that supports the sky, the light of the sword competes with the setting sun.

"Are we late?" Bai Suzhen, who walked out of the cabin, looked at the long sword and whispered softly.

Holding the long sword in the sky, stabbed forward slowly.

After the long sword, a Taoist wearing a green robe stepped forward.

"Although I wasted my time on Jiu Xuan Mountain, I cannot but repay the grace of Jiu Xuan Sword Sect for teaching art and preaching."

"My generation of sword cultivators should take the sword as the bone and the sword as the heart."

"Condensing the endless sword energy, get a happy vertical and horizontal sword."

"This sword, called Wanjian, returns, Zong-"