Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The meeting place of the sect is located halfway up the mountain behind the gate of Jiu Xuan Jianmen.

A wide bluestone square with a radius of three hundred feet, surrounded by blue light flashing, was actually set up to protect the formation.

This halo is somewhat similar to the golden light shrouded outside the sword pavilion, but much dimmer.

There are Jiuxuanjian disciples stationed around the Qingshi Square to fully ensure the safety of the venue.

When Han Muye arrived at the entrance of the venue, he saw that it was surrounded by practitioners wearing all kinds of clothes.

These practitioners are not many years old, but they all have a rather dignified aura.

After all, it is an elite of more than 80 forces, and the cultivation base is not bad.

At this time, everyone in the audience looked at the stone platform three feet high and five feet in diameter in the center of the square with different expressions.

On the stone platform, two figures swayed and turned like flowers.

At this sect gathering, the Jiu Xuan Sword Sect will ensure safety, and everyone will do their best, and they are not afraid of causing death.

It is guaranteed that no one will die on the arena, and Jiu Xuan Jianmen still has the confidence to do so.

"Senior brother, please come with me." At the door, a Sanshizhai disciple who had been waiting early led Han Muye through the crowd and onto a stage lined with seats.

In the middle of the stage was the master of Sanshizhai, Tuobacheng, the elder of Jiuxuan Jianmen.

Beside him is a tall, bald, indifferent face, Zhao Pu.

Below Tuobacheng and Zhao Pu, there are several practitioners who are not dressed in Jiuxuan Jianmen. It seems that these are the powerhouses of various sects.

Zhao Pu turned his head, nodded towards Han Muye, and then whispered a few words to Tuo Bacheng beside him.

Tuobacheng's expression moved, his eyebrows twitched, and he looked at Han Muye.

Han Muye hurriedly cupped his hands, bowed with Tuoba, and said in a low voice, "I have seen Master Tuoba."

Tuobacheng nodded, and his eyes fell back to the arena of the fight.

"If you can comprehend the white tiger picture scroll, you are not an outsider in my Sanshizhai. Sit down." Zhao Pu pointed to the large chair beside him.

"Sit here and see clearly."

Indeed, when Han Muye sat on the big chair and watched the fight, he could really see clearly.

"This is the arrangement of the disciples of the various sects participating in the competition."

"I ordered the matchup to be readjusted overnight last night."

Zhao Pu put a thick stack of books in front of Han Muye and said in a low voice, "Then Lu Qingping and Lin Yuxia will not meet the real elites of each sect in the first ten games."

Han Muye looked up at him, Lin Shen didn't tell Zhao Pu last night that his sister was also participating in this sect competition.

Zhao Pu chuckled and said, "Junior Brother Lin didn't mention it to me. I have to take care of this matter too, right?"

Han Muye nodded.

I didn't see it, Zhao Pu's heart was quite delicate.

Looking down at the book in front of him, Han Muye found that the records in this book were much more detailed than what Bai Suzhen heard yesterday.

The strength of each sect, the elite ranking of the disciples in the sect, the cultivation base, and the skills are all recorded.

According to the order of matches in this book, Lu Qingping and Lin Yuxia can easily be recommended to enter the top ten of each group.

As for the next battle, it depends on the real level.

Closing the booklet, Han Muye sighed softly.

Sure enough, official cheating is the most deadly.

With Zhao Pu's arrangement, he doesn't need to help Lu Qingping and Lin Yuxia.

"Why, there is something wrong with this ordering?" Zhao Pu turned to look at him.

Han Muye shook his head, looked at the figure who was fighting with all his strength on the high platform in front of him, and said in a low voice, "I just feel that doing so will interfere with the cause and effect of outsiders and cut off other people's opportunities."

One more victory in a fight, all kinds of rewards, and insights from the battle are all opportunities, which will be of great help to future practice.

"Hmph, if you are strong, you must bear the karma of the weak." Tuobacheng's voice suddenly sounded.

"If you don't have the courage to take responsibility, what else do you need to practice? Go down the mountain as soon as possible."

Han Muye opened his mouth and nodded.

What Tuobacheng said was the truth of the world of practice.

In fact, what Tuobacheng said was still euphemistic.

It should be that in the eyes of the strong, everything of the weak can be controlled at will.

This is the world of practice.

The weak eat the strong.

Looking at the high platform, Han Muye's eyes had a hint of depth.

Zhao Pu glanced at him, a trace of complexity flashed across his face.

Master really values ​​Brother Han...

"Wuyang Sword Sect Shao Lingsheng."

A voice came from the high platform, and a slender girl with a long sword stood on the platform and bowed her hands to the surrounding.

The person who was fighting against her was already lying on the ground.

Sitting in the row of cultivators in front of Han Muye and the others, someone commented aloud, to the effect of encouraging, and some comments on the female cultivator's swordsmanship.

To Han Muye's ears, it was all general and empty talk.

After the comment was finished, the female cultivator bowed and flew down like a butterfly.

This move immediately attracted high-pitched applause from countless male disciples around.

"Fu Lingdao Sect He Daoshen, Suyang sent Miao Yuan."

The disciple of Sanshizhai who was hosting the competition on the high platform shouted, and two figures rushed to the stage.

Suyang faction?

Han Muye took one more look at the thin young man.

These two sects are sects that are good at magic, and the two disciples are like playing with fireworks.

The high platform was filled with flames, water and fire filled the sky, and it was truly beautiful.

Han Muye's eyes were fixed on the two people on the high platform, and the images kept flowing in his mind.

Comprehend Suyang School water archery.

Comprehend the fire dragon palm attached to the spiritual door.

In their minds, the two figures had a faint aura circulating on their bodies, and then turned into water arrows and collided with fire dragons.

This is sorcery.

After comprehending that, Han Muye had a clear understanding in his heart.

It is no wonder that among the low-level practitioners in the cultivation world, the strength of sword cultivation far exceeds that of Daoist cultivation.

Breaking the law with a sword is not unreasonable.

The practice of magic seems to be powerful and powerful, but it consumes spiritual energy and is slow to use. It also needs to be extremely proficient in the magic to be used in battle.

The two people on the high platform, although the cultivation base is already in the Qi condensing stage, when they can cast the spells, there are still tensions and mistakes, and they are interrupted.

As long as a sword cultivator is close, he can completely suppress the cultivation technique.

On the other hand, when one cultivates to a high depth and achieves the same goal by different paths, then the combat power of sword cultivators and shu cultivators will be balanced.

One sword can break ten thousand methods, and one technique can conquer ten thousand swords.

"boom--"

On the high platform, the flames burst, and the disciples of the Suyang Sect were directly blown out of their feet and passed out.

"Fu Lingdao door how deep, win."

A voice sounded from the high platform.

Han Muye turned to look at Zhao Pu.

The fate of the disciples of the Suyang faction had already been arranged before this fight.

Someone in the front commented, and then the next game started.

Each battle is not long, and the outcome is in the blink of an eye.

Han Muye watched with relish, comprehending a set of sword skills or techniques from time to time.

Although they were all low-level things, he didn't pick them either.

"Who wins this round?"

Suddenly, Tuoba, who had been silent for a while, opened his mouth.

His voice was not small, and the masters of various sects sitting in front of him all turned their heads and glanced, then looked at the high platform.

On the high platform, the two swordsmen were staggered, and they had just fought three or five moves.

Who wins?

Zhao Pu had a blank look on his face.

He opened the book in his hand and looked at the names of the two Bidou, even more confused.

These two people have similar cultivation bases, and the strengths of the sects behind them are similar. At this time, the competition is also evenly matched. How to judge the outcome?

"Master, I can't see this, maybe I can judge after waiting for a few tricks." Zhao Pu said honestly.

Tuobacheng turned his head and looked at Han Muye.

Han Muye's expression remained unchanged, and he said softly, "Huo Ming faction Zhou Wu ranks sixth in the sect, and Xia Shengzi sect of Qingling Sword Sect ranks ninth."

"Zhou Wuxiu's sword is the inscription stone of the Huo Ming faction, and Xia Shengzixiu's Qing Lingjianmen Ling Bingyu sword."

"The cultivation base is the same, and the comprehension is similar. Of course, the swordsmanship of the town school is stronger than the ordinary swordsmanship."

Turning his head to look at Tuobacheng, Han Muye's face flashed with confidence: "In this round, Zhou Wu wins."

"when--"

On the high platform, the long sword in Zhou Wu's hand cut off Xia Shengzi's sword weapon, and the long sword touched the pale Xia Shengzi's chest.

Ahead, several practitioners turned their heads, and their eyes fell on Han Muye's face.

Zhao Pu turned his head slightly and looked at Han Muye: "Brother Han, can you really figure this out?"

Han Muye shook his head and said lightly, "No, I just thought that Zhou Wu's sword was very valuable."

"Don't forget what I do."

Swordsman.

Zhao Pu muttered.

"What about this one?"

Tuobacheng's voice came up again.

Zhao Pu opened his mouth.

In this game, the people who are fighting have not yet stood firm on the stage, how to judge?

He turned his head to look at Han Muye without realizing it.

Han Muye's eyes flashed brightly.

Is Tuobacheng testing himself in school?

interesting.

Looking at the two people on the stage who were about to draw their swords, Han Muye spoke lightly.

"This round-"

Brothers, please read.

Otherwise, this game is not easy to win.

(Monthly ticket reward statistics are attached in the evening)

The monthly pass is going to be rotten, so give it to me.