Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

Sure enough, no matter how good the comprehension is, not everything can be achieved.

Trading on Broken Star Island is protected, and no one dares not abide by the trading rules.

The Sword intent in Han Muye's hand was solid, as if to penetrate Shao Tianyi's heart.

A piece of Spirit Stones can be replaced by a thousand jade shells that are commonly used among mortals on the island, and one piece can give Zeng Daniel a full meal.

Shao Tianyi felt his arm tremble, and when he looked again, his own thin sword was thrown back into its scabbard by Han Muye.

It’s only been two days since I came to Broken Star Island, and the only ones who offend are Zhu Ignore and Zuo Tianya.

Of course, the rules on Broken Star Island are also obvious.

In the afternoon, the light curtain of the formation in front of Han Muye flashed gold.

Shao Tianyi's arms trembled and gritted his teeth.

This cold power made Shao Tianyi feel numb in his hands and feet.

Zeng Daniu was reluctant to spend Spirit Stones, but Han Muye glared at him, so he carefully exchanged Spirit Stones for jade shells, and then bought the cheapest food to bring back.

Seeing Han Muye turn around and walk back to Yujingjianpu, Shao Tianyi breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead.

The owner of the furniture store looked at a few splashes of ink and recommended Han Muye the decorative scrolls for sale in the store.

The swords that Han Muye took were not very high-end, they were about the same level as the swords that Zhao Yujing took away.

"Okay, I'll be there tonight." Han Muye cupped hands, then walked out of Jia Wu's shop.

If there were such things in the sword pavilion on Jiuxuan Mountain, there would be no such thing as sword watchers being eroded by Sword Qi, and their Shou Yuan would be cut off.

"Three, three hundred spirit beads..." Shao Tianyi said while taking out the jade box he was carrying with him.

Looking around, his eyes fell on the quilt just laid, and Shao Tianyi said.

Seeing him leave, the steward Chang had his hands behind his back, turned his head and went upstairs, muttering as he walked, "30,000 Spirit Orbs kill a sword cultivator, I'll kill someone in the building, do I have to be so troublesome?"

How strong is this Endless Heavenly Venerate?

Not only the Artifact Refining Workshop, Fragment Star Island, but also other places where Danfang and Talismans are drawn, are all one or two masters, leading their own apprentices, and recruiting more people to gradually grow bigger.

"Give me a reason not to kill you." Han Muye pointed the rapier slowly forward.

He is gambling.

When the swords were placed, the appearance of the shop suddenly changed.

Han Muye smiled.

This Shao Tianyi was a bit shrewd, he knew that he would stay in his shop and would not give him the chance to send someone from the deadly building.

In the world of practice, many are like this.

"How much is my life worth?"

To not die...

When Zeng Daniel was about to close the door, Shao Tian held the door one by one.

Several half-spirit swords, he listed the price of fifty thousand Spirit Stones.

"The person who killed the building?"

Yujing Sword Shop is about to reopen, so there should be more swords.

A piece of artifact sold 10,000 Spirit Stones.

He is not far from the realm of heaven now, but the accumulation before the realm of heaven is still not strong enough.

"This, this, the power of space?"

Zeng Daniu happily hid the Lingzhu in the corner of his clothes, then hugged some other small things he had saved up to take home, and ran away.

A chilling air instantly enveloped Shao Tianyi.

In other words, the rules of Broken Star Island.

The spiritual materials used in this sword are not bad, and the crafting methods are also skilled.

The fragrant hot food on the table and the brand-new bedding made Zeng Daniel a little overwhelmed.

When the third business was completed, Han Muye threw a spiritual bead to Zeng Daniu and asked him to go home to visit relatives.

This is true.

Who would waste energy for the dead?

Han Muye's knowledgeable words made these shop owners and shopkeepers who came to the party couldn't help but take a few glances.

It turned out that I was also afraid of death...

Lu Yang insisted on suppressing Cultivation Base for a hundred years, and at the time of breakthrough, he entered Nascent Soul Ninth Stage.

Top-grade spirit tools, each handle is 800,000 Spirit Stones.

"However, what I like to kill the most is Jian Xiu."

Also exploited.

Anyway, he didn't really want to sell them. He added 30% of the price of these swords to the price of jade swords.

On the second floor of the sword shop, Han Muye withdrew his spiritual sense, raised his hand and laid down a golden array, and then practiced at Lotus Position.

One practice cost nearly 10 million Spirit Stones. Only Han Muye can do such extravagant things.

A faint and sharp breath permeated the first floor of the store.

On the second day, Zeng Daniu cleaned all parts of the store, and the craftsmen who came to repair the wooden frames of doors and windows also came and trimmed the magnolia tree, and the light on the second floor was much better.

But such a great sword cultivator, even if he rushes to death, it will not have any effect, right?

Han Muye went out at night and had a drink with Jia Wu and others at the restaurant on Qian Street.

"Is this, being the servant of the great immortal?" Zeng Daniel's eyes showed brilliance.

There are a total of 3 long and short swords on the wooden frame, and Han Muye has explored them all.

Really suck.

Those who do this dirty business are caught and killed on the spot, and no one will care.

Whether it is to save your life or lose your life, it depends on what you say now.

When Han Muye returned to his sword shop, Zeng Daniel hurriedly greeted him and spoke carefully.

Now he has no shortage of Sword Qi. This Sword Qi is directly poured into the long sword, so that the long sword can be restored to its original state, even more delicate and sharp.

"Jianxiu of the Three Hundred Spirit Orbs, you are always in charge of being generous this time." The young man grinned, put away the scroll, turned around and left.

Thinking that he almost offered three or five Spirit Stones to sell the sword just now, he had a cold sweat on his back.

Zeng Daniu scratched his head and muttered, "Don't think I'm snoring..."

Just when Zeng Daniu turned his head and was about to bow down, Han Muye had already gone upstairs.

Shao Tianyi stared at Han Muye, gritted his teeth and opened his mouth.

It was already midnight, and there were not many people on the front street.

The Spiritual Qi of Broken Star Island is also considered rich, containing water Spiritual Qi, which is very suitable for practice.

Han Muye stood in the middle of the avenue and suddenly spoke softly.

Jia Wu's shop sells all kinds of utensils made from fish bones and scales.

"when--"

Zeng Daniu privately asked Shao Tianyi to pass on his practice, but unfortunately Zeng Daniu didn't seem to have the qualifications to practice, so he couldn't sense Spiritual Qi at all.

The young man's eyes widened, staring at his own sword, which went a zhang and a zhang, but couldn't pierce Han Muye's back three feet.

Bartering is possible on Broken Star Island.

Not to mention, those scrolls look more festive than Han Muye's splashes.

At this time, on another island more than 3,000 miles away from Firefly Island, on the first floor of a seven-story red octagonal building, a middle-aged man wearing a blood-colored robe handed a scroll and a small jade box to the black in front of him. youth.

After putting the sword back, Han Muye took out some long swords from his collection and put them on the wooden stand.

new guy?

The young man's face was pale, and he firmly grasped the hilt of the sword, pressing forward fiercely.

He stepped forward, wiped his hands vigorously, and then carefully touched the quilt.

The main island land, the climate is humid.

The utensils have been somewhat rusted because they have not been maintained for a long time.

Han Muye never thought that the endless sea that can dissolve the powers of Samsara and Karma from heaven and earth, and destroy countless star worlds, has a master.

"Treasurer, aren't you afraid that he won't come back?" Seeing Zeng Daniel running away, Shao Tianyi turned to look at Han Muye.

Zeng Daniu remembered that he had made a bad business, he was illiterate, he had never seen the world, and he was not yet a practitioner.

Han Muye nodded with a smile.

Three of them have some stories, but they are the Broken Star Island Sword Repair Sabre.

He Shao Tianyi is not dead, this task is hanging, at least a year and a half, no one else will come.

"Fellow daoist, you walked half the street with me, are you going to accompany me to the store?"

Broken Star Island has seafood and good wine.

At a distance of three feet, the sword approached Han Muye's back three feet from the sword, in just a split second.

Let Zeng Daniu look at the shop, and Han Muye goes to Jia Wu's shop next door.

Spiritual light flowed, and the Medicine Pills around him turned into nothingness.

But he can try his best to make his own resources richer.

Is this errand going to be lost?

But think about it, maybe there are middlemen who make the difference.

"Because, I too—"

"Hongyun casts sword cottage."

Thinking of this, he took the paper roll to the side of the wooden frame again, and put a label next to each sword.

At this moment, the old man turned his head to look at Han Muye, nodded slightly and smiled.

The numbers of tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of Spirit Stones made Zeng Daniel's eyes widen.

"You can go too."

How did this sword come from, and where is the owner of the sword, one can imagine.

Han Muye asked where there were framed calligraphy and paintings.

Han Muye turned his head to look, thought for a while, went up to the second floor, took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, wrote some words, and drew a few splashes of ink.

When he was awake, Shao Tianyi had already crowded into the store and closed the door.

Han Muye turned and grabbed the long sword, Spiritual Qi and Sword Qi poured.

These calligraphy and paintings are mixed with a little Haoran Qi and Sword Qi, and if they are hung in the store, they can suppress the Sword Qi in the store.

Jiange disciples actually don't care whether the business is good or not.

For example, some forces that take over the dirty work and black work still live a very nourishing life.

The young man in black nodded, took the jade box, unfolded the scroll, and saw a young swordsman in a white robe on it.

The life of such a great swordsman is only worth three hundred spirit beads?

Two low-grade spirit tools, a bag of spirit beads, and some spirit medicine.

"Do you sell your calligraphy and painting?"

Zeng Daniu is illiterate, so Han Muye will roughly talk about the price of these swords.

He had never slept on such a soft quilt, whether it was a water village or a small canoe.

yourself, dare you?

The steward entrusted him with the task, which was regarded as a serious consideration.

Jia Wu smiled and looked at Han Muye: "They are all nearby neighbors. If you live in the future, you will inevitably look down and not look up."

"Kuraga-"

The youth's words were not broken, and a light and slender sword in his hand had directly stabbed Han Muye's back.

With these swords, the sword shop can be considered open.

This slap-sized shop needs two guys?

The Endless Heavenly Venerate is the master of the Endless Sea.

If these paintings were in Tianxuan Imperial City, they would be worth at least several million Spirit Stones.

"You are the shopkeeper of the sword shop?"

The subtle sound of the long sword returning to its sheath came.

Not far from Yujingjianpu, you can see Zeng Daniu sitting on the stone steps in front of the shop, with the shop door half-closed.

Fragmentary Star Island is a place for free trade, where major forces establish a station and trade with Endless Heavenly Venerate.

The rules on Broken Star Island are somewhat inconsistent with Confucianism and Taoism, which is self-cultivation and quietness.

Han Muye said lightly.

For such a big sword cultivator, owning his own death is nothing more than crushing an ant.

When he came up, he messed up the business, and he felt uneasy in his heart.

Han Muye released the hilt of the sword and let this trace of Sword Qi circulate in the body of the sword.

On Broken Star Island, a Spirit Orb is worth a thousand Spirit Stones, and this Spirit Orb alone is enough for them all to live a lifetime.

The array was shrouded in golden light, and Han Muye's vigorous Spiritual Qi surged.

Han Muye agreed one by one, and then took advantage of the night to return to his store.

Thinking of the time when he was pill refining on Jiuxuan Mountain in the Western Xinjiang, Sect made a profit from it, Han Muye looked at Shao Tianyi with some sympathy.

Anyway, he is not serious about the business of selling swords, whether he likes to buy it or not.

"Treasurer, there were two guests who wanted to buy swords just now. After reading them, they asked the price. I don't know. Tell them to wait for your return."

Shao Tian squeezed out a smile.

A trace of Sword Qi penetrated into the blade, and Han Muye saw the process of making the sword.

Seeing Han Muye coming, Jia Wu stepped forward to say hello.

His legs were trembling.

He plans to let Zeng Daniel clean up the second floor tomorrow.

...

He looked up at Yujing Jianpu, with a smile on his face, he walked over slowly.

But these three feet seem like the end of the world.

Armor made of fish scales, as well as various small objects.

But once outside the scope of the island, in the dark endless sea, then life and death depend on one's own strength.

"Brother, my name is Shao Tianyi, let's work together in the future."

It briefly introduces the quality, characteristics, and price of swords.

Hearing his words, Han Muye waved his hand and said, "Someone will come later. If I'm not here, you can ask him to leave a famous post. If you don't, just tell me to wait until I come back."

A long sword slashed out of nowhere lifted the sword from his hand.

If someone really wants to buy it, they will charge Spirit Stones according to the price.

Zeng Daniel and Shao Tianyi are in charge of the business in the store, and Han Muye just goes downstairs to take a look every day, and then he practices and meditates.

These are Medicine Pills of at least sixth rank, and they are of excellent quality. One is worth millions of Spirit Stones.

Fishbone weapons are not too strong, only three or two of them are spiritual weapons, most of them are ordinary or semi-spiritual weapons.

"I, if I don't die, no one else will kill you in the life-threatening building."

Sword Qi circulates among the long swords, the sword body that has not been maintained for a long time vibrates, and there are streams of light shining on it.

An ordinary tool is 10,000 Spirit Stones.

The only quilt in the house that can keep warm is the one my mother-in-law sleeps with her ten-month-old baby.

From these swords, Han Muye also learned a lot of the secrets of the Fragment Star Island.

Han Muye stood in front of the wooden frame, reached out to hold a sword, and gently pulled it out.

The youth who lost the long sword turned pale, watching the halo of the long sword in Han Muye's hand, staring at him and not dare to speak.

It was Qian Yiming, who also suppressed Cultivation Base, soaring into the sky.

Zeng Daniu, who came back from buying food, shivered as soon as he entered the store.

In the business of Pingjian, there are not many people who really come to the door.

When you complete the task yourself and fight with your companions, is it like this every time?

On this island of broken stars, a single piece of Spirit Stones can be fully framed.

Shao Tianyi stretched out his finger and pointed at the old man in green robe standing in front of a pair of calligraphy and painting, and said in a low voice.

"Manager Han, you are the first time here, we will discuss a small banquet for you tonight in the restaurant on Qian Street."

"It's closed today, I want to buy a sword—" Before Zeng Daniel finished speaking, Shao Tianyi said softly, "Brother, I'm the new recruit from the shopkeeper."

The Deadly Building is one of the fifteenth floors of the Three Palaces, Seven Pavilions, and today Shao Tianyi died, and other killers will come later.

"With your style of doing things, business will definitely be better than his."

Good things won't sell anyway, so how can business be good?

He closed his eyes slightly, waiting for the long sword to pierce his body.

It's a pity that Han Muye didn't have much time to suppress the accumulation after a hundred years of Taoism.

There are three high-grade spirit tools, five middle-grade spirit tools, and a total of more than a dozen low-grade spirit tools and half-spirit tools.

He put away the array, walked downstairs, and Shao Tian stepped forward in a hurry.

There are short swords made of fish bones, long whips, and long spears.

Such as cleaning, such as repairing wooden shelves.

For more than half a month, Yujingjianpu quietly opened and made three transactions.

For more than half a month, this guy sometimes hugged Shao Tianyi and called his wife happily at night.

Hearing his words, the young man in black just three feet away behind him, his expression remained unchanged, and he said lightly, "I'm just curious, a sword cultivator will open a shabby shop here."

He himself does not need to eat food for a long time. He can use Spiritual Qi to warm his body and train his blood.

Such a strong person can be killed by three hundred spirit beads?

Jia Wu thought for a moment, smiled and said: "You can turn around the furniture store on the corner of the street and you can mount it, but on Broken Star Island, there are not many practitioners who have converted to Confucianism and Taoism."

Even the death-defying building will not send people to collect the corpses, nor will it send people to take revenge.

Han Muye saw the young man's origin from the rapier, and also saw how the death-defying building trained the killer, and also saw that someone offered to buy his own life.

Han Muye put the quilt down in front of the table, put down some food, and paced upstairs.

This is a sword produced in a refinery workshop on an island thousands of miles away.

"Shopkeeper, this man was looking at the sword in the shop and asked if he could comment on the sword."

Han Muye looked at the youth with some playfulness.

No matter how big the wind and waves, no matter how cold the weather, he has never been so nervous.

Not to mention, when Han Muye came, there were many people in the store choosing, and Jia Wu was looking at the fish bones sent by an old man in a short shirt.

Zeng Daniu, a mortal man, had to eat.

Seeing a scroll of calligraphy and painting under Han Muye's arm, Jia Wu smiled and said, "When Brother Zhao was in the store, I asked him to dress up the store so that Sword Qi would not be so entangled in it, making it difficult for people to get close."

Standing in front of the window, you can watch the pedestrians on the street.

The young man's name is Shao Tianyi, and he can be regarded as the elite of their generation in the deadly building.

A picture flashed in my mind.

"These are three hundred spirit beads. Within ten days, take this person's head back."

After sending the calligraphy and paintings to the furniture shop, explaining how to frame them, and leaving a deposit for Spirit Stones, Han Muye returned to the sword shop.

After all, they were mainly collecting swords, keeping what they needed and storing them in the sword pavilion.

I bet that big swordsmen like Han Muye came to open a shop on this small firefly island, and they don't want to be troubled.

Perhaps the real treasure, Jia Wu is not on the bright side.

In the afternoon, Han Muye took a piece of Spirit Stones and gave it to Zeng Daniel.

In particular, he seemed to have dabbled in Alchemy and the way of refining, which made the two shopkeepers who opened the Medicine Pill shop and the refining shop impress. After a banquet, several shopkeepers dragged Han Muye to invite him to chat alone.

One sword picked his own sword, the rules of the deadly building, and he had to fight to the death.

These swords, which I thought were not very valuable, were so precious?