Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

On Jiuxuan Mountain, the five-ring bell has not rang for many years!

"boom--"

A thousand-zhang golden sword light rushed away from the clouds and washed away the sky.

"boom--"

Another cyan sword gas turned into a cloud of smoke, covering the world.

"boom--"

The sword light, condensed into a huge tree shadow of thousands of feet, stands on the top of Jiuxuan Mountain.

The power of the three supreme elders!

In an instant, Jiuxuan Mountain was thousands of miles in diameter, and the spiritual light burst, and the endless sword qi crisscrossed!

Each of these is the condensed sword intent of a powerful person!

Looking out from the Jiange window, Han Muye couldn't even count the number of soaring sword lights.

This is the essence of the Western Border Sect!

"The fire elder Su Yuan and his accompanying disciples are trapped in Luyuan Mountain, thousands of miles away. Please ask Senior Brother Gao Changgong of the Sword Pavilion to rescue him."

"The three Taishang elders traveled thousands of miles from Jiuxuan Mountain to meet them."

In the sky, the voice of the sect master came, without the slightest emotion.

Royal Sword Miles.

Han Muye turned back to look at Elder Jiange.

The elder Jiange stood up and pointed to the seat behind the long table.

"If I can't come back, here, you sit."

After speaking, without waiting for Han Muye to reply, he moved and rushed out of the third-floor window of the Jiange Pavilion.

"Gao Changgong takes orders."

The voice of the elder Jiange was very soft.

Then, his body turned into a blood-colored long sword.

The sword light is dazzling, making people unable to look directly.

The sword light was magnificent, and it brought a whistling.

The sword light was fierce, and as soon as it appeared, it took away the halo of countless sword lights in Jiu Xuan Mountain.

"boom--"

A sword flies away, and the waves are raging!

All the swords on Jiuxuan Mountain vibrated, and the floating sword energy was collected by the blood-colored sword light, and it could become a thousand-zhang sword, piercing the sky, all the way to the east!

Three sword lights followed closely behind and flew thousands of miles away.

The roar, like thunder rolling, shook the world.

"This is it, the great monk..."

On the third floor of the sword pavilion, Han Muye looked up into the distance and whispered softly.

This is the world of the great monk!

One day, I will be able to transform myself into a sword like this, and escape thousands of miles in one breath!

Jiuxuan Mountain has not been moved for many years, and when it moves, the sky and the earth are torn apart!

It wasn't until a quarter of an hour later that all the sword energy on Jiuxuan Mountain slowly fell silent.

Looking at the sword still on the wooden stand, Han Muye turned around and left.

When he went downstairs, Huang Laoliu had already returned.

It's just that he sat behind the long desk and his eyes were a little straight.

"Sixth brother?"

Han Muye's voice woke Huang Lao Liu up.

"Ah, oh, oh." Huang Laoliu turned his head to look at Han Muye, his eyes froze for a moment, and then he moved.

There was no need for Han Muye to ask, he already had a smile on his face and spoke in a low voice.

"Sister Ping and the others are going to participate in the trial mission to destroy the demon, and they can't leave it for a while."

"We made an appointment to return to Jinyang after the mission is over."

"At least three or two years. At that time, I could almost be a sword watcher for ten years and become a deacon."

Huang Laoliu's face was more flushed, and there was a look in his eyes.

"I remember that when I become a deacon, I can choose whether to stay in Jiuxuan Mountain or go out and guard the mundane world."

"When I become a deacon, I will apply for an expatriation."

In the eyes of Huang Laoliu, there is a desire and longing for the future.

"Come on, Sixth Brother, just wipe your saliva." Han Muye joked with a smile.

"Lipstick? No, I already wiped it..." Huang Laoliu quickly rubbed his face with his hands and rubbed it a few times before he paused and glared at Han Muye.

Han Muye shook his head with a smile, and then said in a low voice, "Elder Jiange has gone thousands of miles away to rescue Elder Su Yuan of Huomai."

"Yeah." Huang Laoliu nodded, with a much more solemn expression on his face.

"On Jiuxuan Mountain, the fastest escaping person is probably the elder of the sword pavilion who is flying with his sword."

"I don't know what force took action, but the elders of the Jiange Pavilion were actually asked to make a relief."

Huang Laoliu sighed softly and said in a low voice, "Although Jiange Elder has the might of a sword in the heavenly realm, it is only a sword."

Within a hundred breaths, the realm of heaven can be fought.

Under a sword, the non-celestial realm cannot be defeated.

No one wants to face this sword.

But it's not that no one will try hard.

Take your life for a sword.

Thinking of the half-jug of wine that Jiange Elder gave him, Huang Laoliu had a complicated expression on his face.

The elder of the sword pavilion is also a sword watcher.

Hundred Breaths Heaven.

With a sword, after a hundred breaths, he is a mortal.

Han Muye looked beyond the sword pavilion and was a little dazed for a while.

Which force is besieging Elder Su Yuan and his party, I am afraid that only the high-level people know about Jiu Xuan Sword Sect.

The swords of the elders of the Three Qin Sword Sect said that Su Yuan's prairie fire was a forbidden technique, and he was bound to die.

Is it related to this?

Tuobacheng went down the mountain, otherwise he might know the reason clearly.

Among the other elders, Han Muye only knew one elder, Su Liang, who only made pills and didn't care about anything else.

After thinking about it, he didn't know who to look for for news.

The sect master knows, is it possible to ask the sect master?

If you don't get any news, just wait.

Fortunately, Huang Laoliu will not go down the mountain for the time being, which is good news among all the news.

At the gate of Jiange, Lu Gao was still grinning at the encouragement of the suzerain.

Huang Laoliu sat behind the long case, dazed from time to time.

Han Muye returned to the quiet room.

In front of him, two jade bottles appeared in front of him.

Opening the small jade bottle, one of the blue-black medicinal pills flashed with a halo.

Three faint lines are intertwined on the medicinal pill.

This is the third-grade pill, and it is the rarest pill that can change one's qualifications among the third-grade pills.

Holding the pill, Han Muye was shocked.

"Don't thank me."

"If you want to thank me, I will thank Senior Brother Gao for cultivating you."

This is what the master told him.

Today, the Sect Master came to find Elder Jiange and asked him to rescue Elder Su Yuan.

But if it was just a rescue, why would the elders of the sword pavilion say the words of self-breaking a sword?

He chose to sacrifice for the sect.

Then, in exchange, is this Pill?

Yes, maybe not.

But this pill must also be part of the exchange.

Spreading out his hands, Han Muye took a deep breath.

What's the use of wanting more?

With his own strength, can he help a strong man like Elder Jiange?

Improve your cultivation, improve your strength!

At the entrance of the medicinal pill, a cold bitterness filled the air.

The bitterness penetrated into the body and began to flow along the meridians.

Han Muye felt that there was a short knife running through the meridians.

The pain at this moment is countless times deeper than absorbing sword energy into the body.

This is the pain you have to endure to change your aptitude and change your life against the sky?

If this is the case, it will come more violently!

Grinning his teeth, Han Muye felt the tearing pain running through the muscles and veins all over his body faster and faster.

Really useful!

This speed of travel is much faster than the speed at which he transported spiritual energy before!

Hundred interest.

The potency has not diminished.

The quality of this medicinal pill was still beyond Han Muye's imagination.

It was not until the tea time that the medicinal power turned into nothingness.

"Eighth-rank qualifications, even seventh-rank!"

Feeling the speed and loss of the spiritual energy passing through the meridians, Han Muye's eyes were filled with joy.

The increase in the speed of the spiritual energy and the reduction in the loss made him feel the importance of aptitude.

The same amount of spiritual energy, he now absorbs and transports only half of the time before.

And the loss is much smaller than before.

No wonder the various sects place so much importance on cultivation qualifications.

The resources consumed by a ninth-grade qualification will be several times that of an eight-grade qualification, and dozens of times, or even hundreds of times, of a seventh-grade sixth-grade qualification.

However, the speed of aura transportation is too slow, and the consumption is too much. It will really be impossible for countless years to accumulate the aura of the foundation building realm.

The ninth-grade aptitude cannot build a foundation in a lifetime, it is not a lie.

Fortunately, Han Muye is no longer a rank nine.

"If you improve your qualifications by one or two rank, you can have such a change."

"If you can get that golden lotus seed and raise your aptitude to the extreme, heaven is not the end!"

Han Muye whispered in his mouth, reached out and opened another jade bottle, and poured out all the five medicinal pills in it.

An elixir that enhances the cultivation level of the Primordial Stage.

His current aura cultivation base is the third level of the Peiyuan period.

Can these five medicinal pills push his cultivation to the eighth level?