Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

"It's Senior Brother Han!"

"Senior Brother Han is here!"

Jiang Han.

Zhao Youzhi.

Tom Ming.

...

Han Muye walked over with a smile, stretched out his hand and said, "With such a great victory today, why is there no wine?"

"Yes! There is wine!" Sun Dayong rubbed his hands, turned around and took out a small wine jar.

"Good, you Sun Dayong, you said yesterday that you've finished drinking!" Jiang Han scolded, but his face was full of smiles.

"Senior Brother Han, why are you here?" Zhao Youzhi looked at Han Muye and said softly.

As soon as he finished his question, everyone froze.

Standing on the side, Tang Ming sighed softly and said in a low voice, "Senior Brother Han is here for Elder Jiange, right?"

The elder of the sword pavilion.

Today, the majesty of the sword of the elders of the sword pavilion, everyone is shocked.

But this sword was condensed by the Jiange elder's lifelong cultivation.

From then on, the elders of the Jiange Pavilion have become mortals who are very old.

Everyone, look at me, I look at you, and the atmosphere suddenly sank.

Han Muye stepped forward, laughed, and brought the wine jar in Sun Dayong's hand.

"My generation is a sword cultivator, but I ask for a sword that is free and easy, and it is worth it to be able to kill the Supreme Elder of the Tailing Sword Sect with a single sword.

"Jiange Guanjian, who cultivates for a period of time, isn't it just for this sword?"

He raised the jug and signaled to everyone: "Today's big victory, it's time to celebrate."

With that said, he raised his head, raised the wine jar, took a gulp of wine, and then handed the wine jar forward.

I don't know who took it and took a sip.

One hand stretched out, took the wine jar, and took a sip of wine.

After turning around, the wine jar was empty.

"Out of wine?"

"I have."

"I have."

"Grandma's, they are hidden deep enough."

...

When Han Muye woke up, he was already in the carriage of the carriage that was moving forward.

He tried hard to think about it, but he only remembered drinking and bragging with a group of Jiuxuan Jianmen disciples.

He seems to have also practiced the ten thousand swords that Mo Yuan taught, and shouted that he would open up a way for ordinary swordsmen in the world.

"woke up?"

"Last night, your Wanjian Guizong style was so powerful that it almost split half of Luyuan Mountain."

The gentle voice of the Jiange elder sounded, and then Han Muye was shocked and sat up.

"Hey, this is given to you by Mo Yuan."

"He went to the East China Sea and said he would return within a hundred years."

The elder Jiange stretched out his hand, and in the palm of his hand was a dark ring.

space ring.

Two spirit tools, 300,000 spirit stones.

Various spiritual materials and medicines took up about three feet of space.

The total space of the ring is only half a zhang.

Divine Intent penetrates, and you can take out the contents of the ring.

"I've seen it for you, everything is worth millions of spirit stones."

"Your kid's current net worth is richer than most of the elders on Jiuxuan Mountain."

There was a hint of emotion in the voice of the Jiange elders.

Among the elders on Jiuxuan Mountain, there are not many who have the power of cultivation to be as tyrannical as Mo Yuan, and even fewer can have the power of slaughtering the sect.

This time, the one who swept away the Three Qin Sword Sect and gained the most was probably Mo Yuan.

Sitting upright and looking out of the carriage, Han Muye felt a little frustrated.

I was in such a chaotic mood last night that I drank too much, and I missed seeing Master Mo Yuan off.

The carriage moved forward, Han Muye studied the ring in his hand, and the elders of Jiange from time to time instructed him on how to use his spiritual sense to drop items and take them out.

According to Jiange elders, personal belongings can be placed in the ring, but the most convenient swords must not be placed in it.

The great monk can have the means to influence the power of the blockade of space.

Moreover, in the battle of sword cultivators, life and death are in an instant. Dispersing the spiritual sense from the ring to take the sword is courting death.

"You have a good understanding of Mo Yuan's Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect, if you can cut it out with the sword of the soul," the elder of the sword pavilion flashed a look of longing, and said in a low voice: "Maybe, the realm of heaven can be hurt."

Use Wanjian Guizong swordsmanship to activate the sword of the soul.

Han Muye nodded.

He has deduced it, and it works.

On the way, there are disciples reporting news from time to time.

The results of the Battle of Luyuan Mountain spread much faster than they moved forward.

They only turned a few hundred miles away, and the elders of the sects under the rule of Jiuxuan Jianmen from thousands of miles away have come to greet the elders of the Jiange Pavilion.

"Mu Yunjian sent Zheng Changhe to lead his disciples to meet the elder Gao of Jiuxuanjianmen's sword pavilion."

"Elder Tianwei, a sword cut half a step into the heaven, and the world shook."

The Taoist priest in green robe standing in front of the carriage was full of flattery, and the disciples behind him all looked reverent.

Such a welcoming team, this is the fifth wave.

"Sect Master Zheng is more polite."

"We have to rush back to Jianmen, so we won't stay any longer."

"If Sect Master Zheng has the will, he can lead his disciples to help Elder Su Yuan of the Sword Sect to annihilate the rebellion."

The elder Jiange spoke lightly, his voice full of majesty.

Then Zheng Changhe hurriedly bowed and agreed.

Visiting sects along the way is just an expression of attitude, not really to make friends with the elders of Jiange.

Half an hour later, the Jiuxuan Jianmen team continued to move forward.

Most of these dozens of carts, except for a few people, were loaded with treasures obtained from the Three Qin Sword Sect.

The foundation of the school lies in this.

Both the carriage and the drawn horses are blessed with formation talismans, which can travel thousands of miles in a day.

At noon, there was an urgent report from a disciple.

Shocking news.

Tailingjian Sect merged with Fenglingjianzong.

Two Supreme Elders of the Tailingjian faction served as the Supreme Elders of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect, and all the disciples were merged into the Wind Spirit Sword Sect.

The head of the original Tailingjian Sect and several elders of the realm are missing.

"What a missing person..." On the carriage, the Jiange elder looked calm and spoke in a low voice.

One of the nine sects in the Western Xinjiang, the suzerain of the Tailingjian sect, and several powerful people in the realm, disappeared together, is it possible?

"The Tailing Sword Sect and the Wind Spirit Sword Sect merged, is this the reason why Mu Tieyang fought desperately?" Han Muye looked at the elders of the sword pavilion and asked.

The elder Jiange shook his head and nodded again.

"If it weren't for the great disaster, neither the Tailing Sword Sect nor Mu Tieyang would have chosen this."

Doomed.

Is it the same as Jiuxuan Jianmen's choice this time?

Jiuxuan Jianmen is about to end the period of ten thousand years of suppressing demons, so what is the difficulty of the Tailing Sword Sect?

Han Muye remembered what Mu Tieyang's remnant had said, that if he could not die under the sword of the sword pavilion elders, he would be able to prevent the Tailing Sword Sect from being annexed.

Unfortunately, he died.

"Full speed ahead!"

At this moment, the elders of Jiange suddenly let out a low voice.

The entire team suddenly accelerated.

"The Wind Spirit Sword Sect has annexed the Tailing Sword Sect. The first thing I'm afraid is to avenge Mu Tieyang." The elder Jiange narrowed his eyes and looked at Han Muye, who was sitting in front of him.

Wind Spirit Sword Sect wants to appease people.

The best way is to avenge Mu Tieyang and kill Gao Changgong, the elder of Jiu Xuan Jianmen's sword pavilion.

"Boy, remember to save your life."

There was a strange aura on the Jiange elders, and his eyes turned to the distance.

The nine factions of the Western Xinjiang became the eight factions directly, and the four sword factions also lost one faction.

These major events were completed under the sword of the Jiange elders.

It was only now that Han Muye deeply felt the importance of the great cultivator.

The words and deeds of these great monks are related to the general trend of the entire Western Xinjiang.

The life and death of countless people are just in their thoughts.

In the carriage, Han Muye stretched out his hand and held the broken sword hilt hidden in his cuff.

One after another sword energy quietly poured into the sword body.

After a few breaths, in his mind, Mu Tieyang's obsessive remnant condensed.

Han Muye said directly, "The Tailing Sword Sect and the Fengling Sword Sect have merged."

The remnant soul that had just condensed was stunned for a moment, and stood there, with a hint of stunned expression on his face, and then a sad color that was difficult to hide.

"Knew it……"

"Alright, alright."

Mu Tieyang muttered to himself and lowered his head.

"The Sect Master of the Tailing Sword Sect and several elders of the realm are missing." Han Muye spoke again.