Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

In the lobby, there was silence.

Standing there, Xu Haosheng seemed to think of something, and his eyes were a little slack.

The disciples below all bowed their heads, hiding the horror on their faces.

Yang Shao didn't know if he was right or not.

"Okay!" Xu Haosheng suddenly shouted.

His eyes were full of light, he stretched out his hand and patted Yang Shao's shoulder and laughed: "From now on, you will be my third disciple of Xu Haosheng!"

Incoming disciple!

Above the lobby, the white-clothed disciples all widened their eyes.

There are dozens of disciples in the Santan Pavilion, but only two of them enter the room.

Su Chengyun, one of the seventy-two masters of the inner sect, was not a disciple of the Santan Pavilion.

The two disciples of Santan Pavilion are all elites in the sect!

At this time, Master wants to accept Yang Shao as the third disciple!

Without any hesitation, Yang Shao knelt down on one knee, bowed and called out, "Disciple Yang Shao, see Master."

Like a teacher and a father.

This is the disciple who entered the room.

The disciple who entered the house is the existence of the inheritance mantle.

The resources obtained are different from those of outsiders.

"Yang Shao, within three years, if you can comprehend the third level of Bibo swordsmanship, I will fight for a true inheritance for you." Xu Haosheng, who put his palms away, said in a deep voice.

True!

There are tens of thousands of outer doors and 3,000 inner doors in the Nine Profound Sword Sect. How many are the true traditions?

In addition to those who have been cultivating for an unknown number of years, is there a hundred?

Which one of the true legends in the door is not famous, and holds a power in his hand?

After today, one step to the sky!

"Meet Senior Brother Yang." In the Santan Pavilion, a group of disciples saluted Yang Shao.

The disciple who entered the room is above the inner door.

And the true inheritance is the existence in the entire sect that competes with all the peers!

Master respected Yang Shao so much, how could the disciples dare to disrespect him?

With a smile on his face, Yang Shao raised his hand lightly: "Junior brothers, no ceremony."

In the future, in the Three Pools Pavilion, his status is still higher than that of Su Chengyun.

Except for the two who entered the room, the others were all juniors.

All of this comes from the explanation and performance of the senior brother in the Yanfa Building.

Thinking of Han Muye, who was performing in the Acting House, Yang Shao's heart was hot.

Cultivating the third level of Bibo, becoming the most important disciple of the master, and becoming the most important true disciple in the sect.

Yang Shao seemed to see the Golden Avenue in front of him!

Yanfa Building, I will live in Yanfa Building from now on!

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I don't know if it was because of the strength of the Iron Bull or because of the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect, when Han Muye woke up in the morning, he was in good spirits.

After practicing swordsmanship several times in the small courtyard, I actually felt that I had a lot of understanding of swordsmanship.

"Kid Han, you will meet the sword later, you stand behind me." Huang Laoliu, who was neatly bundled and wearing a black shirt, was slightly taller, but his eyebrows were still old.

When the two of them packed up and stopped, a bell rang in the distance.

The bell rang three times.

"When the land falls, the bell rings three times, and the sky falls six times."

Huang Laoliu shook his head and whispered to himself: "In the past two years, three bells have sounded like seven times..."

His words shocked Han Muye slightly.

Seven times the bell rang three times, that is, at least seven powerful people in the realm fell.

The strong person in the situation, but the pillar of the sect, is a master in any one.

The situation, the lifespan is long, and it is usually not dead.

Unless it's fighting people.

Isn't this world of practice uneasy?

"Didn't you say that the Nine Profound Sword Gate does not have a heavenly realm? How come there are six sounds?" Han Muye, who was standing behind Huang Lao Liu at the gate of the sword pavilion, asked.

"There is no heaven, there are masters comparable to the heaven, and the ancestors of the sword pavilion can't be-" Huang Laoliu stopped suddenly before finishing his words.

Han Muye turned back and saw the white-robed ancestor stepping down.

The ancestor of the sword pavilion, this fall, will it be six sounds?

Han Muye muttered in his heart.

When can I hear six beeps?

The ancestor of Jiange did not look at the two of them, and walked straight to the stone steps of Jiange to stand.

Before the sword pavilion, a team of sword cultivators in black robes walked solemnly.

These people carried long swords and wore black robes, taking each step one step at a time, as if their footsteps weighed thousands of pounds.

At the front of the black-robed sword cultivator, a white-bearded old man held a long and narrow wooden box in both hands, looking straight ahead with a solemn expression on his face.

This Han Muye met yesterday, Ling Che, the deacon of the Battle Sword Hall, a powerhouse in the enlightenment period.

Ling Che walked to the Jiange steps and stood still, holding the sword in both hands.

"Ling Che, the deacon of the Battle Sword Hall of Jiu Xuan Jianmen, sent back to the deacon of the Battle Sword Hall, Senior Brother Zhou Yan, to wear a sword with him."

Ling Che stepped forward and drank high.

Behind him, the two rows of black-clothed swordsmen all bowed and clasped their fists.

"Senior Brother Zhou Yan has been in Jiuxuan Jianmen for 300 years, and he has made great achievements. He entered the sword hall and fought a hundred times for the sect."

"Today, Senior Brother has returned to his death, and the Battle Sword Hall respectfully sent Senior Brother Zhou Yan's sword into the sword pavilion, and his reputation will last forever-"

Ling Che shouted loudly, holding the wooden box in both hands and handing it to the ancestor of Jiange.

All the black-clothed swordsmen at the rear shouted in unison, "Respectfully send off Senior Brother Zhou Yan—"

The ancestor of the sword pavilion raised his hand to open the wooden box, then reached out and took out a cyan long sword with a sheath.

"Om-"

The long sword vibrated, seemingly unwilling, and seemed to have endless resentment.

A chilling and cold aura instantly filled a three-zhang radius.

Han Muye felt a chill all over his body, and the iron bull's strength unwittingly moved up, blocking the chill.

"Brother, don't worry, I, Zhanjiantang, decided to take revenge for my brother, and take the head of Qin Yuanhe Xiang to send Tailingjian to pay homage to my brother."

Tailing Sword Sect?

One of the nine factions in the Western Xinjiang, and ranked fourth among the four major sword sects.

The master of the Jiu Xuan Sword Sect died in the hands of the Tailing Sword Sect master?

This is no small matter!

If the two major sword sects in the Western Xinjiang fight, I am afraid that the entire Western Xinjiang will be involved.

Han Muye stuck his head out and looked at the long sword in the hands of the ancestor of the sword pavilion.

"Welcome Deacon Zhou's saber into the sword pavilion."

The ancestor of Jiange raised his hand and handed the long sword behind him.

Huang Lao Liu took a step forward, bowed and raised his hand.

"Let him come."

The sword of the ancestor of the Jiange pavilion was still raised, and he spoke lightly.

Huang Laoliu was shocked.

"Old Ancestor, Han Muye came here—"

Before Huang Laoliu could finish his words, the elder Jiange turned his head slightly and his eyes fell on Han Muye.

"Om-"

Han Muye's body instantly aroused all the strength of the iron bull, and his whole body seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, which made his eyes dazzle.

The fourteen sword intents stored in the illusory space of his chest and abdomen vibrated, as if to rush out directly.

At a glance, all the Sword Intent turmoil was aroused, how strong was the cultivation of the ancestor of the sword pavilion in front of him?

But this kind of power seems to be completely different from Ling Che in the enlightenment period, and it all comes from the pull of sword intent.

With a light sigh of relief, Han Muye stepped forward, nodded to Huang Lao Liu who gave him a wink, and then bowed, "Disciple welcomes the sword."

The ancestor of Jiange put the long sword in Han Muye's hand: "Put it on the second floor."

Han Muye nodded, holding the long sword in both hands, turned and walked to the second floor.

"Huang Zhenxiong, you have been a sword watcher for seven years. Have you seen it back and forth?"

"Being a sword watcher, life and death depend on good fortune."

Behind him, the voice of the ancestor of Jiange came faintly.

Huang Zhenxiong, it turns out that Huang Laoliu's name is quite domineering.

Holding the long sword in his hand, Han Muye showed neither sadness nor joy on his face.

The words of the ancestor of Jiange are for himself.

Since he already has the sword energy in his heart and his life is not long, this task of welcoming the sword can be regarded as making the best use of it.

This can't be blamed for the ruthlessness of the ancestors of the sword pavilion.

As a sword watcher, you should have the consciousness of being eroded by sword energy and dying.

But maybe that's not the case?

As he stepped on the steps of the second floor of the Jiange Pavilion, a smile appeared on the corner of Han Muye's mouth.

His palm lightly pressed on the hilt of the long sword in his hand.

"Om-"

With a sound of sword cries, pictures appeared in his mind!

The sword of the powerful!

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