Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

In the lobby, there was silence.

Standing there, Xu Haosheng seemed to think of something, and his eyes were a little slack.

The disciples below all bowed their heads, hiding the horror on their faces.

Yang Shao didn't know if he was right or not.

"Okay!" Xu Haosheng suddenly shouted.

His eyes were full of light, he stretched out his hand and patted Yang Shao's shoulder and laughed: "From now on, you will be my third disciple of Xu Haosheng!"

Incoming disciple!

Above the lobby, the white-clothed disciples all widened their eyes.

There are dozens of disciples in the Santan Pavilion, but only two of them enter the room.

Su Chengyun, one of the seventy-two Outer Sect masters, is not a disciple of Santan Pavilion.

The two disciples of Santan Pavilion are all elites in the sect!

At this time, Master wants to accept Yang Shao as the third disciple!

Without any hesitation, Yang Shao knelt down on one knee, bowed and called out, "Disciple Yang Shao, see Master."

Like a teacher and a father.

This is the disciple who entered the room.

The disciple who entered the room is to inherit the legacy of existence.

The resources obtained are different from those of outsiders.

"Yang Shao, within three years, if you can comprehend the Third Stage of Bibo Swordsmanship, I will fight for a true inheritance for you." Xu Haosheng, who put his palms away, said in a deep voice.

True!

There are tens of thousands of Outer Sects and 3,000 Inner Sects in the Nine Profound Sword Gate. How many are there?

In addition to those who have been cultivating for an unknown number of years, is there a hundred?

Which one of the true legends in the door is not famous, and holds a power in his hand?

After today, one step to the sky!

"Meet Senior Brother Yang." In the Santan Pavilion, a group of disciples saluted Yang Shao.

A disciple who entered the room, ranked above the Inner Sect.

And the true inheritance is the existence in the entire Sect that competes with all the peers!

Master respected Yang Shao so much, how could the disciples dare to disrespect him?

With a smile on his face, Yang Shao raised his hand lightly: "Junior brothers, no ceremony."

In the future, in the Three Pools Pavilion, his status is still higher than that of Su Chengyun.

Except for the two who entered the room, the others were all juniors.

All of this comes from the explanation and performance of the senior brother in the Yanfa Building.

Thinking of Han Muye, who was acting in the Acting House, Yang Shao's heart was hot.

He cultivated into Bibo's Third Stage, became the Master's most valued disciple, and became an important true disciple in the Sect.

Yang Shao seemed to see the Golden Avenue in front of him!

Yanfa Building, I will live in Yanfa Building from now on!

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I don't know if it's because of the strength of the Iron Bull or because of the Wanjian Guizong, when Han Muye woke up in the morning, he was in good spirits.

After practicing swordsmanship several times in the small courtyard, I actually felt that I had a lot of understanding of swordsmanship.

"Boy Han, you will meet the sword later, and you will stand behind me." Huang Laoliu, who was neatly bundled up and wearing a black shirt, was slightly taller, but his eyebrows were still old.

When the two of them packed up and stopped, a bell rang in the distance.

The bell rang three times.

"When the land falls, the bell rings three times, and the sky falls six times."

Huang Laoliu shook his head and whispered to himself: "In the past two years, three bells have sounded like seven times..."

His words startled Han Muye slightly.

Seven times the bell rang three times, that is, at least seven powerful people in the realm fell.

The strong in the situation, but the pillar of the Sect, is a master in any one.

The situation, the lifespan is long, and it is usually not dead.

Unless it's fighting people.

Isn't this world of practice uneasy?

"Didn't you say that there is no heaven in the Nine Profound Sword Gate? How come there are six noises?"

"There is no heaven, there are masters comparable to the heaven, and the ancestors of the sword pavilion can't be-" Huang Laoliu stopped suddenly before finishing his words.

Han Muye turned back and saw the white-robed ancestor stepping down.

The ancestor of the sword pavilion, this fall, will it be six sounds?

Han Muye murmured inwardly.

When can I hear six beeps?

The ancestor of Jiange did not look at the two of them, and walked straight to the stone steps of Jiange to stand. Before the sword pavilion, a team of sword cultivators in black robes walked solemnly.

These people carried long swords and wore black robes, taking each step one step at a time, as if their footsteps weighed thousands of pounds.

At the front of the black-robed sword cultivator, a white-bearded old man held a long and narrow wooden box in both hands, looking straight ahead with a solemn expression on his face.

This Han Muye met yesterday, the deacon Ling Che of the Battle Sword Hall, a powerhouse in the enlightenment period of the realm.

Ling Che walked to the Jiange steps and stood still, holding the sword in both hands.

"Deacon Ling Che of the Battle Sword Hall of Jiu Xuan Sword Gate, send it back to the Battle Sword Hall, deacon Senior Brother Zhou Yan to wear a sword with him."

Ling Che stepped forward and drank high.

Behind him, the two rows of black-clothed swordsmen all bowed and cupped fist.

"Senior Brother Zhou Yan has been in the Nine Profound Sword Sect for 300 years, and he has made great achievements. He entered the Sword Hall and fought a hundred times for Sect."

"Today, Senior Brother has returned to his death, and the Battle Sword Hall respectfully sent Senior Brother Zhou Yan's sword into the sword pavilion, and his reputation will last forever-"

Ling Che shouted loudly, holding the wooden box in both hands and handing it to the ancestor of Jiange.

All the black-clothed swordsmen at the rear shouted in unison, "Respectfully send off Senior Brother Zhou Yan—"

The ancestor of the sword pavilion raised his hand to open the wooden box, then reached out and took out a cyan long sword with a sheath.

"Om-"

The long sword vibrated, seemingly unwilling, and seemed to have endless resentment.

A chilling and cold aura instantly filled a three-zhang radius.

Han Muye felt a chill all over his body, and the iron bull unknowingly moved up, blocking the chill.

"Brother, don't worry, I, Zhanjiantang, decided to take revenge for my brother, and take the head of Qin Yuanhe Xiang to send Tailingjian to pay homage to my brother."

Tailing Sword Sect?

One of the nine factions in the Western Xinjiang, and ranked fourth among the four major sword sects.

The master of the Jiu Xuan Sword Sect died in the hands of the Tailing Sword Sect master?

This is no small matter!

If the two major sword sects in the Western Xinjiang fight, I am afraid that the entire Western Xinjiang will be involved.

Han Muye stuck his head out and looked at the long sword held by the ancestor of the Jiange Pavilion.

"Welcome Zhou deacon's saber into the sword pavilion."

The ancestor of Jiange raised his hand and handed the long sword behind him.

Huang Lao Liu took a step forward, bowed and raised his hand.

"Let him come."

The sword of the ancestor of the Jiange pavilion was still raised, and he spoke lightly.

Huang Laoliu was shocked.

"Ancestor, Han Muye, he just came-"

Before Huang Laoliu finished his words, Jiange Elder turned his head slightly and his eyes fell on Han Muye.

"Om-"

On Han Muye, all the strength of the iron bull was aroused in an instant, and his whole body seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, which made his eyes dazzle.

The fourteen sword intents stored in the illusory space of his chest and abdomen vibrated, as if to rush out directly.

At a glance, it caused all Sword intent commotion, how strong is the Cultivation Base of the ancestor of the sword pavilion in front of him?

But this kind of power seems to be completely different from Ling Che in the enlightenment period, and it all comes from the traction of Sword intent.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Han Muye stepped forward, nodded to Huang Laoliu who gave him a wink, and then bowed, "The disciple greets the sword."

The ancestor of Jiange put the long sword in Han Muye's hand: "Put it on the second floor."

Han Muye nodded, holding the long sword in both hands, turned and walked to the second floor.

"Huang Zhenxiong, you have been a sword watcher for seven years. Have you seen it back and forth?"

"Being a sword watcher, life and death depend on good fortune."

Behind him, the voice of the ancestor of Jiange came faintly.

Huang Zhenxiong, it turns out that Huang Laoliu's name is quite domineering.

Holding a long sword in hand, Han Muye's face was neither sad nor happy.

The words of the ancestor of Jiange are for himself.

Since he already has Sword Qi in his heart, and his life is not long, the task of meeting the sword is handed over to him, which can be regarded as making the best use of it.

This can't be blamed for the ruthlessness of the ancestors of the sword pavilion.

As a sword watcher, you should have the consciousness of being eroded by Sword Qi and dying.

But maybe that's not the case?

Stepping on the steps of the second floor of Jiange, Han Muye smiled.

His palm lightly pressed on the hilt of the long sword in his hand.

"Om-"

With a sound of sword cries, pictures appeared in his mind!

The sword of the powerful!