Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

What a prairie fire!

Although he had never practiced this swordsmanship, Shen Muyang recognized at a glance that the swordsmanship demonstrated by the masked man in front of him was Liaoyuan.

The endless flames, which are broken at one point, and the momentum of the flames, is not a prairie fire?

Shen Muyang leaned back against the stone wall, stood there, his lips moved lightly, and he muttered to himself.

"Why, didn't you see clearly?" Han Muye shook his head, and the long sword in his hand gently protruded again.

The moment he held the hilt of the sword just now, he had already seen the memory contained in the sword.

Shen Muyang had met Tao Ran's ancestor back then.

The old ancestor Tao Ran had pure fire pulse and swordsmanship, and his strength was even higher than that of the other three ancestors.

Old Ancestor Tao Ran would sometimes give pointers to their younger disciples.

Comprehend the Three Profound Swordsmanship, Yunyan.

Comprehend the two mysterious swordsmanship, ice flame.

With the long sword in hand, Han Muye looked at Shen Muyang in front of him.

Shen Muyang's cultivation base still can't comprehend the prairie prairie.

However, he can remember and go back and tell his master Su Yuan.

Han Muye handed out the sword in his hand, very slowly.

"Liaoyuan is the Five Profound Swordsmanship, which involves a trace of sword power."

"The momentum is condensed by the sword's will, the sword is out, and the sky is unstoppable."

Shen Muyang widened his eyes and pricked up his ears, daring not to miss a trace of the picture, not to miss a word.

Han Muye's sword first protruded gently, and then there was a hint of wind and thunder in it.

"Wind helps fire, and if there is no wind in a prairie fire, it will not be able to breathe for a thousand miles."

After the wind and thunder, the dry and hot air surged, and fiery red flames appeared in the sword light.

Han Muye whispered, "Liaoyuan, what are you burning?"

"Go back and tell you Master, the scarlet flames are in the sky, the grass and trees are in autumn, and the sword is thousands of miles away.

"boom--"

Shen Muyang's eyes were filled with flames again, and he had to raise his arms to block the blazing heat in front of him.

"One thousand merits, remember first."

When the flames dissipated and the quiet room became clear and bright, Han Muye was no longer in front of him, only a long sword was placed on the stone platform.

Reaching out his hand to retract the long sword, Shen Muyang gave a wry smile.

He can't get a thousand feats.

Even in the hands of his master, I am afraid that it is difficult to have a thousand merits now.

Fire pulse, very difficult.

Taking a deep breath, surprise flashed on his face, and he walked out of the quiet room with his long sword in hand.

He wanted to tell Master what he had just seen and heard.

Perhaps, this can make his master go a step further!

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Han Muye, who left the performance building, only felt relieved.

Passing the Liaoyuan swordsmanship to the fire vein person, the sword intent in his body from the Purple Flame Sword seems to be more solid.

If the sword intent is thoughtful, I am afraid that I hope that the Liaoyuan swordsmanship will not be passed down in the fire pulse, right?

I don't know what Tao Ran's ancestor thought at the beginning, would he betray the sect?

It's useless to think about these long-term things, Han Muye still put his mind on body training.

He was going to find Zhao Pu, an elite disciple of the inner sect.

Inner door, Sanshizhai.

The owner of Sanshizhai is named Tuoba Cheng, who is the top expert of the earth vein in the Nine Profound Sword Sect, and the deacon elder of the real power in the sect.

Zhao Pu practiced under Tuoba Cheng.

Han Muye held the token that Zhao Pu gave him. After the disciple at the door checked it, he let him in.

"How could this person come to my Sanshizhai?" Han Muye walked into the courtyard, and a young man in a white robe frowned and whispered at the door.

"Hmph, it must be that guy Lin Shen didn't give up. I confiscated this person as a disciple, and he came to find other brothers."

With a sneer on the young man's face, he watched Han Muye walk into the attic: "Isn't a pure heart, are you also worthy of being a disciple under my Sanshizhaimen?"

"I'll let you get out of here in a hurry."

...

The inner door is indeed different from the outer door.

What Han Muye saw in Sanshizhai, every person wearing a white robe was extraordinary.

Sanshizhai cultivates soil veins, and most of the disciples are strong.

Most of these people are wielding swords and practicing martial arts, with no distractions.

The swordsmanship is open and closed, and it is very powerful.

In the bluestone courtyard, several people in white robes are dancing swords and practicing boxing.

"Han Muye!" One of them exclaimed with joy when they saw Han Muye coming.

Han Muye smiled and clasped his fists: "I have seen Senior Brother Zhao Pu."

This bald, tall and strong young man is the elite disciple of the earth vein, Zhao Pu.

People around Zhao Pu looked at Han Muye curiously.

"You guys continue to practice, I'll take him to see Master." Zhao Pu laughed and greeted Han Muye to go into the attic.

"Master said, go see him directly when you come."

Zhao Pu looked very kind, and he didn't have the indifference when he was in the performance building. He reached out to pat Han Muye's shoulder, raised his hand, seemed to feel that he was too strong, and put it down.

The two climbed up to the attic, where the layout was simple, with a hint of clumsiness.

"Master, Han Muye is here." Zhao Pu said in a loud voice.

The white-haired old man who was sitting in front of the long desk holding an ink pen to trace something in his hand paused, and the ink pen stained the surface of the paper.

The old man sighed and put away the pen and paper, then raised his head.

He is tall and strong like a bear, and although his face is suppressed, he still has a fierce aura.

It seems that this is the owner of Sanshizhai, Tuoba Cheng, the elder of Jianmen.

Han Muye took a step forward, bowed and said, "Han Muye has seen Elder Tuoba."

Tuobacheng looked at him, nodded and said, "I have a good relationship with you, the elders of Jiange Gao. You can just call my uncle."

Elder Gao?

Only now did Han Muye know that the original Jiange elder's surname was Gao.

"I've met Uncle Tuoba." He was as good as he was.

Uncle Shi and the elders are quite different from each other.

Hearing his call, Tuobacheng grinned and said, "Zhao Pu said that you are a spiritual genius, and you discovered the secret of Tie Niu Jin."

Han Muye hurriedly handed over his hands: "I don't dare to be called a genius, it's just a fluke."

Hearing his words, Tuobacheng glared: "You guys in the sword pavilion like to play tricks. If you can discover secrets, that's your ability."

Well, you are the boss, you have the final say.

Han Muye lowered his head and said nothing.

"I've studied that iron bull strength, it's really not easy." Tuobacheng understood Han Muye's purpose, and said in a deep voice.

The strength of the Eighty Spirit Stones can make an elder say that it is not easy, and it seems that he has found a treasure.

"Zhao Pu, you show this kid a follow-up exercise of Tie Niu Jin that I derived from Sanshizhai."

Tuobacheng turned to look at Zhao Pu.

Zhao Pu nodded, and he didn't say much.

He lowered his waist and punched, every punch and every style was steady and powerful.

Walking with strength, a second green ox phantom appeared.

Then there is the third, the fourth and the fifth...

By the eighth green bull phantom, Zhao Pu's expression was dignified.

Even Tuoba Cheng sat up slightly.

Han Muye's eyes were bright, and he stared at Zhao Pu intently.

There are pictures in his mind, constantly going back and forth.

"boom--"

A shocking sound, the ninth green bull phantom appeared behind Zhao Pu, and the nine phantoms appeared, kept shaking, and then slowly dissipated.

Zhao Pu and Tuoba Cheng showed a trace of regret on their faces.

Zhao Pu whispered: "The formation of the Nine Bulls should be the final form of this Iron Bull, but I always feel that something is missing."

Something missing?

Han Muye's mind turned around, and the vast aura rose up one after another.

He narrowed his eyes, and then looked at Tuoba Cheng, who looked up: "Uncle Master, the nine bulls are one, and the retrograde enters the body, what should I do?"

"Bam—"

Tuoba Cheng smashed the long case in front of him with a palm, stood up, and let out a long laugh: "First gather shape and then coagulate, return to the vastness of the ancestors, this is the original way of body training!"

"Boy, how about you come to my door?"