Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Hearing him say it out, Huang Laoliu was taken aback.

Han Muye left straight away and strode.

Behind him, phantoms of blood-colored iron bulls appeared.

These iron bull phantoms are solid, almost turning into entities.

This is the blessing of the power of the big demon bone, and for Han Muye, it is an unexpected gain.

Walking quickly, when Han Muye stopped, he was already standing outside Fang City not far from the Pill Hall.

He was full of energy and blood, his expression was cold, and his white inner door clothes made people dare not approach him.

Walking outside the Suzhen Building, Han Muye's suppressed aura had already caused the people at the door to retreat subconsciously.

Han Muye was standing outside the Suzhen Building.

The people in the Suzhen Building who selected various medicinal herbs and spirit materials quietly walked out and spread out to the surroundings.

"Senior Brother Han?"

Bai Suzhen walked out of the store and was slightly taken aback when she saw Han Muye.

Looking up at Han Muye's expression, Bai Suzhen was shocked.

"Bai Suzhen, I want you to explain to me."

Han Muye spoke lightly.

For some reason, hearing Han Muye's words, Bai Suzhen felt a chill all over her body, as if an icy aura was pressing down on her.

Sword Qi, or Sword Intent?

Isn't this Senior Brother Han a swordsman in the sword pavilion, how can he cultivate sword energy?

Turning to look around, Bai Suzhen lowered her voice and said, "Senior Brother Han, you may have misunderstood something."

"Let's go into the store and talk."

Seeing that Han Muye didn't answer, Bai Suzhen said softly, "Senior Brother Han, it's better not to let outsiders know about some things."

After speaking, she turned around and walked into the store.

Han Muye walked into the store with a sullen face, and followed her to the second floor.

"Senior Brother Han, do you think it was me who provided the elixir to those dead men?"

Bai Suzhen turned her head and looked at Han Muye.

Han Muye looked at her.

Bai Suzhen shook her head and sighed softly: "Senior Brother Han, the business of the superb pills can make me a lot of money, why should I risk great danger to do things that endanger the Nine Profound Sword Sect?"

"It doesn't do me any favors at all."

Han Muye still stared at her.

Bai Suzhen said with a bitter face, "Senior Brother Han, I can't help you if you don't believe me."

"If you really don't believe it, I'll let you go."

Saying that, she closed her eyes, raised her head, and exposed her snow-white neck.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and said lightly, "Today there are strong people who want to enter the sword pavilion."

Circumstances!

Bai Suzhen was shocked, her eyes widened.

"How dare they..."

Having said this, she suddenly revealed surprise in her eyes and whispered: "No wonder Sect Master Jin, he went to Taiyi Sword Sect."

"It turned out to be for the big demon suppressed in the sword pavilion..."

Taiyi Sword Sect.

The head of the four sword sects.

Bai Suzhen actually knew about the sword pavilion's suppression of the big demon, and said that it was related to the departure of the sect master.

Han Muye frowned and stared at Bai Suzhen, "You said that the Sect Master did all this on purpose?"

The elders of Jiange saved people from Luyuan Mountain, thousands of miles away.

The three Taishang responded and guarded thousands of miles away.

The suzerain visited Taiyi Jianzong.

On the entire Jiuxuan Mountain, it was the most empty time.

If the big demon is released at this time, everything is a coincidence?

"Impossible, there are countless disciples on Jiuxuan Mountain, how could the Sect Master let the Great Demon be born?" Han Muye shook his head.

"Hehe, the big demon is raging?" Bai Suzhen chuckled lightly, with a calm expression on her face: "At this time, the Supreme Elder of the Taiyi Sword Sect, the number one swordsman in the Western Border, may have already reached tens of thousands of miles away."

The first swordsman in Western Xinjiang, Master Tu Sun, was the Supreme Elder of Taiyi Sword Sect.

If this person makes a move, he may really be able to kill the Heavenly Realm Demon.

After all, that big demon has been suppressed for ten thousand years, and must be extremely weak.

"There is no reason for the sect master to do this?" Han Muye's voice was less certain and more hesitant.

"The elder of the sword pavilion died, the gate of Jiuxuan Mountain was destroyed by the big monster, and countless disciples died. Is it too much for the sect master of the sword gate to sacrifice and refine the monster's Jiu Xuan sword?" Bai Suzhen said softly, looking at Han Muye.

"The five veins are gathered together, and the so-called Jin Yishui Sect Master Jin Ze personally holds the Nine Profound Sword. With such power, I am afraid that only three sects in the entire Western Border can suppress it."

Three families, three heavens.

All calculations, in order to sacrifice the Nine Profound Sword.

Just because of this sword that can cut the sky, can you let the blood flow into a river on Jiuxuan Mountain?

Han Muye narrowed his eyes slightly.

Cut off your love, set foot on the fairy road.

In the eyes of those great cultivators, apart from their own strength and cultivation, what else cannot be sacrificed?

Perhaps, only this explanation can explain why Jiu Xuan Jian Sect, the third of the four major sword schools, is in chaos today like a sieve?

Some people are scheming, some people push the boat, and some people help.

All calculations are for the general trend of Western Xinjiang.

Among those who sacrificed, whether disciples or elders, were not worth mentioning.

"Senior Brother Han, how many of those powerhouses who have lived for countless years in the cultivation world are not cold-blooded?"

Bai Suzhen looked into Han Muye's eyes: "Just like Senior Brother Han, will you hesitate when you want to kill me one day?"

Kill Bai Suzhen?

Han Muye lowered his head and did not answer.

Who knows what happens in the world of practice.

Seeing Han Muye's expression, Bai Suzhen laughed and took a step forward: "Senior Brother Han, if you and I are enemies in the future, I will let you go."

Han Muye looked up at her.

Bai Suzhen's eyes were clear.

"I'm going to Luyuan Mountain, can you help me?" Han Muye suddenly spoke again.

Bai Suzhen was startled by his words.

"I want to get to Luyuan Mountain before Elder Gao can use his sword, can you do it?" Han Muye said again.

Bai Suzhen looked up at Han Muye.

Han Muye raised his hand, and a medicinal pill appeared in his palm.

Bright and round.

Melting Pill.

Excellent.

"You should know that even if you send the Broken Liang Sword from the Three Qin Sword Sect, this battle cannot be avoided."

"You can't stop it."

Bai Suzhen's face showed a look of struggle, looked at the pill, and then whispered: "Pill is a good pill, but I sent you to Luyuan Mountain, can you come back alive to make pills?"

In this world, who else can save Elder Jiange?

At least Xijiang, no one can save it anymore, right?

No matter how many secrets Han Muye has on his body and how many methods he has in his hands, will it be useful in front of such a big cultivator?

Looking at Han Muye's face again, Bai Suzhen felt an inexplicable emotion in her heart.

In this world, I am afraid that there is really only the one in front of me who is willing to go to Luyuan Mountain in person and want to save the elders of the Jiange Pavilion?

The entire Western Border is waiting for the sword pavilion elders to come out.

"Don't worry, I will come back alive." There was an irresistible determination in Han Muye's voice.

Bai Suzhen nodded, took a breath, and whispered, "Half an hour later, I will wait for you outside the gate of Jiuxuan Mountain."

With a smile on his face, Han Muye put the medicinal pill in his hand on the table and said softly, "Five or five."

After speaking, he turned around and strode away.

Bai Suzhen stood there, holding the medicinal pill in her palm, bit her lip, and did not speak.

...

It took Han Muye less than a quarter of an hour to return to the sword pavilion.

Huang Laoliu, who had been waiting at the gate of Jiange, hurried up to greet him.

Han Muye stepped forward and patted Huang Lao Liu on the shoulder with a smile.

This made Huang Laoliu puzzled for a while.

He walked into the quiet room, put away the white tiger picture scroll on the wall, and put the Ziyan Qingming sword behind him, then dressed up and walked out.

When he reached the wooden frame of the sword pavilion, he was shocked, and a sword qi burst into his body.

The sword intent hidden in the swords on the first floor of the sword pavilion was directly withdrawn by him.

After collecting the sword intent, he strode out of the sword pavilion.

When he arrived at the door, Huang Laoliu looked at him with two swords on his back, and his expression changed.

"Sixth brother, the sword pavilion is handed over to you."

Han Muye strode out of the sword pavilion and walked down the stone steps.

"Where are you going?" Huang Laoliu quickly caught up.

"I'm going to bring the elder back." Han Muye said loudly without turning his head.

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