Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

In the main hall of Tianlian Sect, everyone was silent.

Even the suzerain, Duan Tianfeng, had a complicated expression at this moment.

He imagined that the path designed for Han Muye should be to practice in the Heaven Refining Sect, and the art of refining weapons will continue to surpass his predecessors, making every elite bow their heads.

Han Muye should have become a rising star in the crafting world with his overwhelming momentum.

Therefore, Han Muye was in no hurry to study in seclusion on Jiuxuan Peak.

Even if outsiders urged him, he didn't care how he said it.

He believed that the talent displayed by Han Muye would definitely be accumulated.

Looking at it now, Han Muye did not disappoint him.

It's just that this method of displaying one's own strength and talent is really weird.

"Where is he going?" someone whispered in the hall.

Within the light curtain, Han Muye, who had left the Crane Feather Sword Sect, quickly flew away in one direction.

"Over there, it seems to be the direction of the mountain gate of Yunming Sword Gate?"

"He, is he going to finish this sword-sharpening thing to the end?"

In the main hall, the two Elders of the Tianlian Sect had a gloomy expression on their faces.

Practicing the way of refining weapons does not mean that there are no such means of sharpening swords.

It's just that for a craftsman, refining crafts is more noble than such auxiliary means.

For a long time, people in need of refining have always come to the door with spiritual materials, and entrusted refining masters to refine weapons at high prices.

Whether it is refining Tianzong or refining Tianmen, it is the same.

Refiner, shouldn't it be to save face?

How can I take the initiative to find the door?

"Han Muye, the Heaven Refining Sect, came to visit Yunming Sword Gate."

Among the continuous mountains, there are sword lights soaring into the sky.

Above the mountains, there are tall palaces.

"A disciple of the Heaven Refining Sect?"

"Han Muye? Where did you hear that name?"

Outside the tall mountain gate, two young men with long swords on their backs looked at Han Muye with doubts on their faces.

"Han Muye? But the one who has studied at the Heaven Refining School for thirty years and claims that as long as he comes out of the mountain, he can become the most powerful junior genius in the world?"

A young man wearing a green robe and carrying a long sword flew down and looked at Han Muye with curiosity on his face.

"Fellow Daoist Han, you came to my Yunming Sword Gate, but to recruit people who protect the way?"

Guardian.

Refiners are relatively weak in combat power, so most of them will recruit strong guardians to follow.

Sword cultivator, because of his character and combat power, has always been the most favorite protector recruited by the refiner.

Hearing the young man's words, Han Muye shook his head.

Not recruiting guardians?

The young man's eyes fell on the scabbard on Han Muye's back.

It's ugly.

ugly?

His heart moved.

Isn't it weird that a junior elite who can be expected by the Heaven Refining Sect is carrying such an ugly scabbard?

For the disciples of Tianlianzong, it is not difficult to refine this scabbard into a beautiful one, right?

"I heard that there are many master craftsmen who will send the treasures they refine to the hands of those who are destined to foster them."

The young man looked at Han Muye, his eyes sparkled, "Zhu Xuyuan from Xiayunming Sword Gate, willing to foster treasures for fellow Taoists."

The treasures that can be fostered are the best in the world.

If Zhu Xuyuan can get such a treasure, even if he will pay a huge price for it, it will be worth it.

Hearing Zhu Xuyuan's words, the two disciples on duty at the gate of the sect showed complex expressions on their faces.

Why didn't I think of this level?

"No, I don't want to foster treasures." Han Muye shook his head again.

Zhu Xuyuan frowned slightly, and looked at Han Muye: "Then fellow Taoist is going to make a weapon?"

"Zhu is missing a handy sword."

Han Muye glanced at him, glanced at the long sword on his back, then shook his head: "You don't need to refine the sword yet."

Zhu Xuyuan was taken aback by these words.

Whether I need to refine swords or not, shouldn't it be up to me?

Besides, when I said that there is a lack of a sword weapon, wasn't it to give you face and give you a chance to make a weapon?

"I want to refine a sword, so I'm prepared for any danger. After all, I'm about to break through the bottleneck of my cultivation..." Zhu Xuyuan felt that this Han Muye must have been stupid studying on Jiuxuan Peak.

He wants to speak more clearly.

"No need, it's too early for your cultivation to improve."

"The foundation is not stable, and the practice of swordsmanship is still far behind."

Han Muye's voice sounded.

Zhu Xuyuan's complexion sank.

Is there such a thing as saying that a sword cultivator is not good at all?

Isn't that the same as saying he can't do it in front of a man?

"Han Muye, I respect you as the Heaven Refining Sect—" Before Zhu Xuyuan finished speaking, Han Muye suddenly stepped forward.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, Zhu Xuyuan's sword flew out from behind and landed in his hand.

"Seven layers of tempering, five fires of calcination, nine spirits of refining, this sword, you really don't deserve it."

While speaking, he raised his hand and inserted the long sword into the scabbard behind him.

The sword, was taken?

A sword cultivator's sword was taken away?

Zhu Xuyuan's face was full of confusion.

Not only him, but the two disciples on duty beside him were also confused.

Those expert refiners who were far away in the main hall of the Tianzong sect also showed curiosity on their faces.

"This method of grabbing the sword is somewhat interesting."

"This move is so simple, even those sword cultivators are nothing more than that."

The refiners in front of the light curtain were all smiling.

Anyway, Han Muye is a member of Tianzong.

Isn't it fun for a disciple of Tianlianzong to win the sword of a sword cultivator by virtue of his own strength?

These accomplished craftsmen only find it interesting.

"Give me back my sword!" Zhu Xuyuan in the light curtain finally came to his senses, shouted violently, and stretched out his hand to grab Han Muye.

But just as he stretched out his palm, a long sword was already "clanged" out of its sheath, stabbing directly at him.

The sword was too fast, before he retracted his palm, the sword had already penetrated his body.

The long sword passed through his heart.

A sword pierces the heart!

"Can you feel your sword?" Han Muye slowly let go of his hand and said softly.

If the heart is pierced, you must die.

Zhu Xuyuan stretched out his hand to hold the blade, and his eyes slowly fell on the long sword stuck in his chest.

He didn't know how many times he had practiced and polished this sword.

But I have never looked at it so seriously.

He stared at the sword, feeling for the first time a trace of emotion coming from the blade of the sword.

"You, you killed my brother Yunming Jianmen!"

"court death!"

The two disciples on duty looked pale, and suddenly drew their swords and stabbed at Han Muye.

But before the swords in their hands could be stabbed, they were swept away by a flash of sword light.

Several figures flew down, and one of them, a middle-aged man in a black robe, glanced at Han Muye, and then looked at Zhu Xuyuan.

"Xu Yuan, believe in your sword."

"You will hear the sound of your own sword."

"The sword of the sword cultivator is your own life, you give your life to him."

Middle-aged drink.

Others are also staring at Zhu Xuyuan in front of them.

At this time, a suppressed sword light rose slowly from Zhu Xuyuan's body.

That sword light seemed to have the power to directly burn and shatter the world.

"boom--"

A beam of light rose into the sky.

Jianguang!

"The combination of human and sword, the way of the sword, is done!"

Looking at the sword light, the middle-aged man in black robe showed surprise on his face and shouted loudly.

It's done.

The sword is compatible with people, originally it was just an ordinary sword light, but now it has condensed into a ten thousand zhang sword light.

With just one cut, this sword glow split the world apart.

Then, with a flash of sword light, it flew down and landed in front of Han Muye, turning into the figure of Zhu Xuyuan.

The sword stuck in his heart was already in his hand.

"I am the sword, and the sword is me. During this reincarnation, I have forgotten my original intention..." Zhu Xuyuan looked at the sword in his hand, with a sigh on his face, and whispered softly.

"Hu Shiyue of Yunming Sword Gate pays respects to the ancestor."

"Zhang Cheng of Yunming Sword Sect pays homage to Master."

A strong Yunming Sword Sect bowed down.

Patriarch.

Master.

"Zhu Xuyuan, Zhu Xuyuan, he is Yunming Sword Gate Zhu Zhentian!"

"The Zhentian Sword enshrined in the Yunming Sword Gate was transformed by him when he transformed the sword himself."

"He's still alive!"

In the main hall of Tianlian Sect, one craftsman stood up.

Even Duan Tianfeng looked at the picture in the light curtain with a strange look on his face.

"Zhu Zhentian, known as one of the top ten sword ancestors in the world."

"For such a strong man, even if his soul is lost, his sword practice is incomparably tyrannical. Han Muye was able to take his sword..."

In the light curtain, Zhu Zhentian bowed to Han Muye.

"Brother Han, I wish you a ten-year guardian."

ten years.

For a strong man like Zhu Zhentian, ten years is enough.

With this sentence, those strong men in the Tiantian Sect shook their heads enviously.

Who would have thought that Han Muye would have such an opportunity?

"You said, did he really see something?"

"Also, does he really have such a deep knowledge of swordsmanship?"

No one can answer these questions.

Everyone watched Han Muye walk into the mountain gate of Yunming Sword Gate.

After staying at Yunming Jianmen for five days, Han Muye quietly left.

Following behind him is Zhu Xuyuan.

It can't be Zhu Zhentian, the patriarch of Yunming Sword Sect, but Zhu Xuyuan, the elite descendant of Yunming Sword Sect.

Yunming Jianmen also wanted face.

This time, the expressions of the craftsmen in the main hall of Refining Sky Sect were different.

They can naturally see that Han Muye is now a kind of cultivation.

Although this kind of practice is different from the path they took before, maybe this is another way of practice?

They looked at the picture in the light curtain more carefully.

Two days later, Han Muye was stopped by a middle-aged sword cultivator in green robes on the wasteland.

"Master Han, I'm Zhao Zheming, a swordsman."

As he spoke, he threw the long sword in his hand and flew down in front of Han Muye.

"I have a close relationship with a disciple of the Crane Feather Sword Sect. He told me that as long as I find you and hand over the sword to you, I can get unimaginable opportunities."

Send the sword.

Han Muye chuckled, raised his hand, and grabbed the hilt of his sword.

"A sword made of three folds of green steel has a body of three feet and eight inches and weighs five catties and seven renminbi."

"Eighteen immortal patterns are engraved on the body of the sword, with light spirit transforming wind as the main pattern."

"This sword is not suitable for you."

Hearing Han Muye say that the sword is not suitable, the middle-aged man's complexion changed, he pondered for a moment, and looked at Han Muye: "Then please master to refine a sword for me."

Han Muye held the sword and inserted the long sword into his scabbard.

"You have been my guardian for ten years, and I will help you."

The middle-aged man didn't hesitate this time, cupped his hands and said, "Cheng Shi has met the master."

Han Muye nodded, carrying the sword and scabbard on his back, and walked forward quickly.

Along the way, he met several sword cultivators who heard about his reputation and came to look for him to practice swords or seek opportunities.

Han Muye will help them look at the sword, and then see if they will make a move.

A hundred days later, there were seven more sword cultivators by his side.

These people all exchanged their ten years of protecting the Dao in exchange for Han Muye's hand in refining weapons.

They didn't know what kind of tricks Han Muye had, but they were familiar with the people of Heyu Sword Sect and Yunming Sword Sect, so they believed that they would not lie to themselves.

three years.

Han Muye has searched for more than thirty sword cultivating sects.

There are more than 50 guardians behind him.

In the past three years, Han Muye's reputation has become more and more famous.

Rumor has it that there is no sword in the world that he cannot see through.

Rumor has it that there is no sword cultivator in the world that he cannot see through.

Rumor has it that his swordsmanship is still above the refining method.

Too many rumors.

There are also rumors that he doesn't know how to refine weapons at all.

Because, from the beginning to the end, he never forged even a single sword.

He just took someone else's sword and put it in the black and ugly scabbard behind his back.

The scabbard has now turned into a large black box, hiding all the sword weapons in it.

In another three years, he was already half a million miles away from Tianlian Sect.

After visiting a Kendo sect, Han Muye and his party of seventy-three started to walk back.

Back to refining Tianzong.

Everyone has been waiting for this moment.

"The time when Han Muye returns to refining the Tianzong is the time when the way of refining weapons has been accomplished."

This is what a great master of Qi Dao said.

No one doubted the words of the Mighty One.

Because this power is the realm of God.

The strongest state in the world here is invincible, just like the Sword God.

Han Muye went back to Refining Tianzong, and Refining Tianzong sent twelve strong men to meet him.

But along the way, there were also countless interceptions.

Because even if everyone wants to see Han Muye refining weapons, there are still countless demons and powerful people in the world who don't want to see such a junior rise up from the Heaven Refining Sect.

Lian Tianzong is not without enemies in the practice world.

"It's really interesting..."

"This son has never made a single shot, and he hasn't refined a single artifact, but he is regarded as the number one among the younger generation of artifact refiners in the world."

"He, Han Muye, has never really shown his weapon refining skills, yet he is so valued by all parties."

"Fortunately, he is only a weapon repairer. If he is repairing other things, wouldn't he directly stir up the world?"

Countless powerhouses are waiting curiously.

Two years after returning, Han Muye was blocked by a large group of demons on a cliff.

This cliff has no name.

Three thousand demon cultivators stopped the surrounding reinforcements, and twenty demon experts went to the cliff to surround and kill Han Muye.

The seventy-two accompanying swordsmen stood beside Han Muye.

"This place has no name, but after today, it will have a name."

Han Muye sat cross-legged slowly, and put the black box on his back in front of his knees.

Seeing the figures of demons rushing towards him, he pressed his palm on the black box.

"Crack."

The black box was opened.

A blue-gray long sword was held by him, and then slowly pulled out with an ear-piercing sound of grinding.

"This place will be called Mojianya from now on."

With a low shout, he threw out the long sword.

"Phantom sword, the sword is three feet long, weighs 3,800 jin, has nineteen phantom spirit patterns, and is internally refined with three invisible animal bones."

"Yu Sheng, this sword matches you."

Jian Xiu named Yu Sheng moved his body and took a step forward, grasping the hilt in his hand, and the long sword became invisible directly.

"Stab—"

Thirteen ghosts were cut into pieces.

Then, a figure turned into nothingness, flew directly to the bottom of the cliff together with the long sword.

Jianguang soared into the sky.

Kendo, success.

Han Muye didn't move his eyes, he raised his hand and drew a sword.

"Sacred Cloud Sword, refined from 3,000 colorful clouds in the sky, nourished for thousands of years, living in the sword."

"Xu Wu, I sharpened this sword for you."

The long sword was thrown, and a tall sword repairer raised his hand to hold it.

"boom--"

Thousands of miles of cloud light, straight through the sky and the earth!