Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Reaching out to the young man on the left on the high platform, Han Muye said lightly, "In this round, Ling Juezong Qi Tao will win."

Although his voice was not loud, the powerhouses in front of him who were paying special attention could hear it.

"Hey, I don't know why the little friend said that?" In front, a Taoist man with gray hair wearing a blue cloud pattern robe turned his head, looked at Han Muye, and said with a smile.

"Pin Dao Ling Jue Zong Qi Mingyuan, I'm curious how the little friend sees that Qi Tao can win."

"The old man is also curious, how could the little friend decide that I am going to lose the Huajian faction." Another old man in Ge Yi with a simple face also turned his head, and his expression was not displeased, just plain.

The others more or less focused their attention on Han Muye.

Han Muye did not expect that the two elders he commented on were sitting in front.

A little embarrassing for a while.

He turned his head and saw Tuobacheng's expressionless face, while Zhao Pu looked at him curiously, and seemed to be wondering why he was so sure.

Since it was Tuoba Cheng's test, Han Muye no longer flinched.

"The two people on stage are not the top elites of their respective sects. Judging from the records, their aptitudes and cultivation bases are similar."

Han Muye pressed the page in front of him with his hands and said loudly.

Zhao Pu nodded.

It was because the difference in strength between the two was completely invisible on the page, so he didn't dare to judge.

Don't say shame, say it wrong.

"But my generation of sword cultivators should have sword qi and sword bones."

"At this time on the stage, Qi Tao's physique and momentum are obviously better."

"As Master Tuoba said, he has the courage that a strong man should have."

Zhao Pu was stunned for a while, then looked up at the high platform.

Sure enough, when the battle just started, the two who were supposed to be evenly matched, the battle situation was completely one-sided.

Ling Juezong's Qi Tao's long sword swung and closed, and the sword energy was vertical and horizontal.

The person on the opposite side was completely suppressed and retreated step by step.

"Really, really..." Zhao Pu whispered softly.

The masters in the front row also nodded slightly.

Ling Juezong Qi Mingyuan turned his head towards Han Muye and cupped his hands with a smile.

On the high platform, there is no suspense in the battle situation.

But ten strokes, Qi Tao's long sword rolled, and picked off the sword in the opponent's hand.

The result of this fight was exactly as Han Muye had predicted.

"Ling Juezong Qi Tao, win." The host on stage shouted loudly.

Many of the people sitting in the front row turned their heads and looked at Han Muye a few more times.

Among the young disciples of the Nine Profound Sword Sect, it is not easy to have such a precise vision.

"Hehe, little friend, I wonder if you can comment on Qi Tao's game?" Qi Mingyuan stood up, looked at Han Muye with a smile, and then stretched out his fingers to the two men standing on the high platform.

Is this pushing yourself the business of reviews incentivizing winners?

Han Muye was slightly taken aback.

The people who commented on it before were all the powerhouses sitting in the front row, and their cultivation bases should be foundation builders, or even masters of the realm.

These people are experienced and vicious, and even if they talk in general terms, they are a bit dry.

Compared to these people, Han Muye's qualifications and experience were as thin as a blank sheet of paper.

"Junior Brother Han, say a few words."

Zhao Pu said aloud, looked ahead and said, "My Nine Profound Sword Sect is hosting this gathering. If there are truly outstanding elites, we are willing to vigorously cultivate them."

Han Muye heard Zhao Pu say yesterday that for the young elites in the sect that govern the sect, they really have good aptitude and temperament.

This is an investment.

When this person grows into a master, he will definitely pay back.

Moreover, it is also beneficial to Jiu Xuan Sword Sect to cultivate more masters in the sect.

In the world of practice, there is a cause and effect. Those who have taken resources will mostly be close to Jiuxuan Jianmen in the future, and those who contribute to Jiuxuan Jianmen are regarded as pro-Jiuxuan faction.

Hearing Zhao Pu's words, Han Muye smiled and nodded.

Zhao Pu is telling him that he can comment casually, anyway, in the end, it only counts if the real resources are suppressed.

Even if you are boasting about people like a flower, they will not really appreciate you much.

"Cough-cough-"

Standing up, looking forward, Han Muye coughed lightly.

Immediately, the two people on the high platform and those who were watching the battle were attracted by him.

Qi Tao and the people around him were taken aback.

Such a young disciple of the Nine Profound Sword Sect came to comment on this battle?

The disciples of the various sects watching the battle below looked at Han Muye, and all kinds of discussions quietly rose.

Han Muye looked about the same age as them. Although he was wearing the clothes of an inner disciple of the Nine Profound Sword Sect, was he qualified to comment on the battle situation?

"Who is this? The Inner Sect master in the Nine Profound Sword Sect?" Someone whispered suspiciously.

"I don't know, it is estimated that he is a strong man. Haven't you seen Zhao Pu, the elite of the Nine Profound Sword Sect, all sit with him?"

"Junior Brother Han..." Under the high stage, Lu Qingping looked at Han Muye who stood up, a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes.

"Hey, it's him." Lin Yuxia's eyes lit up with a long sword in her hand.

"It's him!" Under the high stage, the young boy who had met Han Muye in Suzhen Building yesterday was stunned for a moment, and exclaimed in a low voice.

The other young man behind him narrowed his eyes and looked at Han Muye on the stage.

"Hey, Senior Brother Han is actually going to comment on this battle." Not far from the stage, where a group of disciples from the Nine Profound Sword Sect gathered, a curious Qiao Qinger said with a smile.

On Qiao Qinger's side, the pale Huo Ping lowered his head, holding the long sword tightly in his palm, his fingers turning white.

"Ling Juezong Qi Tao."

Han Muye opened his mouth.

Qi Tao on the high platform hurriedly handed over.

"You are cultivating your Ling Juezong swordsmanship Jue Yun, right?" Han Muye said again.

Qi Tao looked up at Han Muye.

All these information were recorded before participating in the competition and reported to Jiuxuan Jianmen.

There was a flash of disappointment on his face. He thought he could get some pointers, but looking at it now, it is estimated that it is impossible.

"This guy has some skills, he can see what kind of swordsmanship Qi Taoxiu has." Under the high stage, someone spoke in a low voice.

"Cut, that's on record. Maybe this guy can't say anything. Read it according to the record." Someone said disdainfully.

The originally noisy scene gradually quieted down, waiting for Han Muye to continue to comment.

Han Muye looked at Qi Tao with both eyes, and in his mind, the cloud of swordsmanship kept flashing.

"Your swordsmanship is pretty good, and you have reached the realm where Yuntao gathers and disperses." Han Muye's next sentence made Qi Tao's complexion clear.

In front of Han Muye, Qi Mingyuan, the strong man of Ling Jue Sect, also changed his expression.

"It's just that your foundation is still not strong enough. If you want to reach the turbulent realm, you still have a long way to go." Han Muye spoke again.

Qi Tao stared at Han Muye with wide eyes, his hands clenched slightly trembling.

"Little friend, I don't know if it is possible to be more specific?" Qi Mingyuan turned around and bowed to Han Muye, then whispered, "Qi Tao is a dog."

Hearing his words, Han Muye smiled lightly.

No wonder this guy is so caring.

Waving his hand, Han Muye looked at Qi Tao: "If you want to cultivate to the top, you need to practice hard."

pace?

Qi Tao nodded slightly, and hurriedly cupped his hands, ready to thank him.

No matter what Han Muye said was true or false, he still gave advice.

At this moment, Han Muye suddenly said again: "Of course, if you want to cultivate to the third level of the turbulent, hard work is useless."

Qi Tao opened his mouth with a blank expression on his face.

Qi Mingyuan trembled all over, and bowed to Han Muye, "Little friend, can you really cultivate to the third level of Cloud Juejutsu swordsmanship?"

He looked up at Han Muye and smiled without saying a word, and said in a low voice, "If your little friend can point out the third essence of this swordsmanship, I, Ling Juezong, would like to give out 100,000 spirit stones."

One hundred thousand spirit stones!

Zhao Pu turned to look at Han Muye, as if he didn't know him.

"It has nothing to do with the party fight, let's talk about it after the end."

At this moment, Tuoba Cheng, who had been silent for a long time, made a faint voice.

Finish talking.

Qi Mingyuan hurriedly bowed his hands to Tuobacheng and sat back to his original position.

what's the situation?

Under the stage, countless people looked astonished.

The voice of the question and answer on the high platform is not small, but anyone with a keen sense of hearing can hear it clearly.

Han Muye not only pointed out the swordsmanship, but also pointed out the obstacles to his subsequent cultivation.

This guidance, even Ling Juezong masters will spend 100,000 spirit stones to buy.

Doesn't this mean that if you can get a word of advice from him, it is worth 100,000 spirit stones?

Under the stage, the eyes of the disciples of the various sects who were about to take the stage were shining.

"It will be my turn to take the stage in a while. I want to see if he can point me." A tall and straight young man whispered with a long sword in his hand.

"This Senior Brother Han is really capable." Qiao Qing'er whispered, attracting many people around her to nod, only Huo Ping's expression was even more ugly.

Han Muye smiled slightly, then looked at the two people on the high platform who were about to step down.

"Duanhuajian sent Fu Zhou, in fact, your defeat is a bit wrong."

Han Muye's words caused the two on stage to turn around again.

Fu Zhou, who was defeated, didn't expect to get a comment, so he looked at Han Muye and bowed slightly.

The Duanhua Sword Sect old man who was sitting in front also turned around and looked at Han Muye.

Want to comment on the losers?

Under the stage, everyone looked at Han Muye again.

Han Muye didn't want to forcibly add drama.

Just something he had to say.

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