Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

Everyone in the Qingyou realm carries a sword.

Baize Lion whispered in his mouth.

Cultivation Base Gold Core Seventh Stage, the jade crown on the head is a superb spiritual tool.

Or, there are three or five friends who are traveling together, and very few large groups come.

"In the future, if I can bury my sword here, my life will be in vain..." A white-bearded old man sighed softly behind Han Muye.

Han Muye did the math, there is still some time left before the meeting of the kendo discussion, and if he reads 300 swords every day, he can finish it.

But who can think that Han Muye brought so many followers in a frenzy!

Han Muye bowed, then crossed the sword and walked a few steps before the other sword.

There is no need to argue about this.

"It can't be ordinary people who can be invited by him."

It is said that Wanjianya is the place where the great cultivator of kendo in Qingyou Realm falls.

Broken Star Island.

A group of black-robed disciples looked at each other and followed closely.

Hearing Han Muye's words, the young man smiled and cupped hands: "Brother, sell me the secret of your tens of thousands of sword cliffs."

This is also a chance for those kendo practitioners.

Speaking of this, a smile appeared on his pale face: "This time, Wan Jianya's discussion of Taoism is said to be very exciting. The old man can last a few days. We can go and see."

As a star of Kendo Sacred Land, there are countless swordsmen.

A trace of Sword Qi melted into the sword in his hand, and countless phantoms appeared in his mind.

This scene caused an uproar below.

Comprehension, it is better to be direct.

"No wonder he was able to go up the cliff. It turns out that he is a descendant of senior Guiyun." Someone suddenly realized and said softly.

At the same time, Wanjianya is also the holy place of a kendo saint in the Qingyou realm.

Seeing Han Muye's gaze, the young man grinned and said, "My name is Zhao Jike, from Jin Kexing."

For more than a year, this thunder has continued.

Before, Zheng Yuan and Duan Kong also discussed this matter specially.

Zhao Jike had a smile on his face.

Wanjianya, where countless swords are buried.

A burlap in his hand gently pressed the sword and wiped it from top to bottom.

Duan Kong's words made many sword cultivators nod their heads.

Shao Tianyi was sitting at the sword shop, while Zeng Daniel was in the shop next door to Jia Wu. Zeng Daniel took his mother-in-law with him, and there were three more little girls.

The ancestor of the Zhao family is a strong man who is about to become a kendo Cultivation Base. With the treasure in his hand, he can fight against the sword master.

Most of the Jianxiu who came to Wanjianya were alone.

Everyone looked solemn, looking at the position in front of the Sword Qi surrounded by the sky and the ground.

"Om-"

"The old man and Lin Jianzong Zhu Wanlin."

Jinkexing Marriott City, known as the Wanbao City in the Qingyou Realm.

"You can't afford it?" Han Muye said lightly.

Zheng Yuan still wanted to speak, but Duan Kong raised his hand to stop it and shook his head.

"Senior, you stay in Liukui Pavilion and protect it."

The sword cultivators with long swords on their backs were all silent, comprehending Sword Qi on the cliff.

"You, are you crazy, bring more than a hundred followers?"

Fengming Sword Technique.

At this moment, the old man who was leading the other party suddenly spoke up.

If it weren't for the rules here and you couldn't do it, Zhao Jike's leg would have been broken at this time.

The leader, Cultivation Base, is extremely deep, with white hair and long beard, and there is an aura of decay on his body.

His Kendo Gold Core has been compressed countless times and still cannot control its expansion.

Once he steps into the realm of heaven, his Cultivation Base and combat power will increase a hundredfold!

Zhao Jike's eyes widened.

Looking at clothing is the same sect.

The sound of thunder sounded on the Liukui Pavilion.

Ahead, Sword Qi became more and more intense.

"Hehe, everyone, don't be surprised. This time, this old man is here to return home. The disciples of the younger generation came to watch the ceremony, and his mood may be a little more unstable."

A long way away, you can already see a long sword stuck on the cliff that is not too high.

The jade lock on the neck and the jade belt around the waist are all Magic Treasures.

Han Muye finally turned to look at each other.

Duan Kong's expression changed, and he said hurriedly, "But the elders who created the Wanlin Sword Formation?"

Or, there are invitations.

Many people are gloating.

Everyone turned their heads and saw several sword cultivators in black robes.

At the end of the day, Zhao Jike's voice was smoking.

For example, at this time, Han Muye can perceive countless kendos around him.

His divine soul is tempered by lightning all the time.

One person has tens of millions, and these hundreds of followers, don’t they cost tens of billions?

"Three born in six years, shopkeeper, this Zeng Daniel is really a cow..." Shao Tianyi stretched out his finger and pointed to the three little girls playing in front of the next store.

He turned his head to instruct Zheng Yuan and others.

Zhao Yujing was not surprised that he wanted to leave Broken Star Island.

He Yuanxing's name is Jianzong Jin Yousheng.

His words made the disciples behind Zhu Wanlin change color.

"If anyone can return to Wanjianya, wouldn't they be renamed Yijianya and Zhaojianya?"

Just as everyone was talking, Han Muye slowly stepped onto the cliff and stopped in front of the first sword in front of him.

The words are ugly and the reasoning is rough.

"The ignorant younger generation dares to comment on the Wanlin Sword Formation."

"With the help of invitations, by worshiping the name of the senior, and quietly comprehending the practice of the senior, can he be more shameless?"

Beside him, several people also gritted their teeth.

In the void, a Sword Ray struck.

Half step heaven is perfect.

"Ten thousand trees become a forest, in fact, it is not as good as one tree alone."

The old man said softly.

After speaking, he turned his head and walked in the direction Han Muye and the others were going.

Han Muye turned to look at Zhao Yujing.

A smile appeared on Shao Tianyi's face.

Come to return.

The arrogance of Jianxiu comes from his own strength.

"The reverence of Wanjianya is because of its return, it must be overhauled by Expanding Aperture, and it must contribute to the swordsmanship of Qingyou Realm."

"Wanjianya has Wanjianya's rules. If you are not angry, you can stop him." A white-haired old man said calmly.

"As for the Hundred Years Dao Contest," Han Muye said lightly, with a bright light in his eyes, "At that time, I shouldn't need the help of Lingbao and Jiange."

"I won't break through the realm for the time being, and I'm going to wait until I leave Broken Star Island."

Seeing these long swords, Han Muye's eyes lit up.

...

But in his opinion, it was clearly the Universe formation!

Perhaps, if the young master is willing to help, Duan Kong may be able to take that step at the last moment of his life and enter Wanjian Cliff.

After today, he will be able to condense the kendo Nascent Soul and become an overhaul of the heavens.

Hearing his words, Han Muye did not show a happy expression, but said lightly: "The resources and accumulation of the last three days are not comparable to me."

Not going to the Land of Fallen?

Shouyuan 21,852, Cultivation Base Expanding Aperture Seventh Stage.

"It's amazing to be rich? Even Wan Jianya's Dao Discussion Conference can do whatever he wants?"

Countless Sword Rays matched the halo on the verdant cliff.

But either way, Han Muye in front of him doesn't seem qualified.

This made the three girls overwhelmed and cried with wow.

White Feather Swordsmanship.

Zhao Jike turned around with a smile on his face.

"The price is up to you."

The eyes of the other people were surging, and they finally turned to leave.

The current Zeng Daniel is already an artifact refiner and the Cultivation Base of the Body Refinement Foundation Establishment.

Without Expanding Aperture Cultivation Base, without making a great contribution to the kendo of Qingyou Realm, you are not eligible to enter Wanjianya.

Zhu Wanlin raised his hand to stop the crowd, looked at Han Muye and the others who were walking forward, and narrowed his eyes: "It's not wrong what he said, it's just that I haven't understood it yet."

The Kui Niu phantom behind him is about to be completely materialized.

After the old man finished speaking, he turned and left.

In front of it is the place where Sword Cultivation is held, Wanjian Cliff is thousands of miles in radius, and it is not allowed to use swords.

At this time, on the green cliff, someone looked down coldly.

"I'm going to pay homage to the Kendo senior, you all need to find a place to wait."

He can recognize reality.

"Why are you following me?"

Wanlin Sword Formation, he knew.

Although Wanjianya is known as Wanjian, in fact, it is estimated that there are only 1,000 kendo overhauls in Wanjianya.

Han Muye didn't notice and walked slowly. When he was about to get to where Zheng Yuan and the others were, he stopped and turned his head slowly.

Originally, the Jianxiu who were sitting or standing in front of him didn't care, but when he was getting faster and faster, and when he reached the bottom of the bluestone cliff, the surrounding discussions began to sound.

"Is this son trying to find a lesson?"

All eyes were on Han Muye as he walked down the cliff.

When he raised his head, he was a little stunned.

...

Hearing Zheng Yuan's words, the leading white-bearded old man on the opposite side didn't speak. Behind him, a young man in his thirties with a Spiritual Qi interwoven long sword turned his head.

"Fellow daoists, Zhao Jike from Marriott City came to worship, no, no, it's polite, polite..." Zhao Jike went around cupped hands, but because he shouted, he said it was a worship.

Seeing Han Muye's expression still, he added, "Jinkexing, Marriott City."

"You guy is the younger generation with the most solid foundation I've ever seen." Zhao Yujing, who had manifested his body shape, shook his head and said with emotion: "I don't think you are as good as the last three days."

In one day, he wiped three hundred swords.

Duan Kong Shouyuan is only a hundred years old, and it is difficult to break through to Expanding Aperture in this hundred years.

For nothing else, their elder Sect died at Wanjianya.

Only he could hear the faint sound of the sword.

Han Muye stood there, Zhao Yujing was speechless for a moment.

Not everyone can climb this bluestone cliff.

He is now a spiritual treasure, a sword that can be turned into a god.

Not only Zhao Jike but also Han Muye caused the anger.

"Besides, the way of practice, I can't help but criticize outsiders."

"I only brought three guards!"

Where was the last three days, those Taoist ancestors, Power, what kind of chance did they not have?

Han Muye, who was walking in front, whispered softly, and then led everyone forward.

Every sword here is a tombstone.

As for the sword cultivators below, they were already at a loss.

But he wasn't interested in such insights.

But this smile only hangs up a cup of tea.

If there are really three hundred seniors who return to Wanjianya, they are probably the first juniors in the Qingyou realm.

A black-bearded old man in a green robe gritted his teeth and spoke in a deep voice.

However, not everyone can go to Wanjianya.

Han Muye didn't care what others thought, he had already reached out his hand, gently covered the sword with a sackcloth, and wiped it slowly.

Outrage.

However, Han Muye doesn't think that there are many peers in this world who can surpass him in terms of accumulation.

Yujing Sword Shop on Magnolia Street is much deserted because Han Muye is away.

This, this guy and two seniors will not be able to return to Wanjianya?

But he didn't have much life expectancy, and he was hired by Han Muye, which meant that he would retire in late Ming City.

Seeing Shao Tian stretch out his hand, the three little girls all turned back and shouted.

The entire Star of Jinkexing is a treasure land, and there are countless spiritual materials for sword refining, and Wanhao City is in the hands of the Zhao family.

"Wanjianya is the place where my generation of sword cultivators yearn to return, why can't I say it?" Zheng Yuan responded coldly.

At the time of self-confidence in the century-old battle, Cultivation Base's combat power surpassed Lingbao and Jiange!

His name is Duan Kong, and he is also a great swordsman at the peak of Nascent Soul.

What's more, in the situation of the other party, you can see why he came here at a glance.

From the second day, when Han Muye went up the cliff again, there was a Fatty behind him who carried a basket and placed tributes in front of each sword.

Heaven Realm Thunder Tribulation!

Otherwise, would he still have 300 senior sword cultivators die here?

Duan Kong still had some thoughts in his heart.

These are all great cultivator sabres!

The long sword on the back is a mid-grade Magic Treasures that can be transformed at any time.

The boots and socks on the feet are all high-quality spiritual tools.

Zeng Daniu, who had returned from the sword furnace, saw Han Muye and knelt in front of him and wept into tears.

Han Muye and everyone behind him flew down and strode forward.

In Han Muye's mind, what he saw was an old man sitting in a daze, at the last moment, sorting out what he had learned all his life and deducing his own perception.

Zhao Yujing had a surprised look on his face.

Wearing a black robe, not worried but happy, naturally it is for the return of death.

This is a respect for a great cultivator who can become a great cultivator of kendo and who can create and spread a sword formation.

When Han Muye opened his eyes, there was a palpitating sword glow in his eyes.

At this time, the long sword transformed by the Sword intent has already pierced the sky, and once manifested, I am afraid it can directly shatter the sky.

Han Muye laughed and raised Sword Ray in his hand, rushing towards the tribulation thunder.

"Five and a half, I'll take you up the cliff tomorrow, at least to observe the remains of three hundred seniors." When Zhao Jike took ten steps, Han Muye's voice came.

"This is the rising star of kendo invited by Wu Zheng senior?"

But this is true.

This is a human treasure house...

At this time, someone mocked Duan Kong, which might affect Duan Kong's state of mind.

Han Muye also explained some sword formations to the sword cultivators who asked him for advice in late Ming City, and Wanlin Sword Formation was one of them.

"This guy is so strong..."

All Cultivation Bases are gathered to the extreme.

To outsiders, he looked respectful.

"Father, Father—"

"The cost of more than 100 people watching and listening to the sermon, that's tens of billions of Spirit Stones—"

The sword cultivator of Qingyou Realm, who doesn't want to end up here in the end?

"Hey, I was trapped in cultivation and created this sword array, but now, it has become a thin name." Zhu Wanlin shook his head with a wry smile.

When the picture faded, Han Muye realized several kendo practices.

"Hehe, I'm afraid this guy is a fool. Wan Jianya is talking about Daoist. Those who are not invited can only listen to the sermon under the cliff. Everyone who listens to Daoist has to pay tens of millions of Spirit Stones."

Who can endure more than 300 mourning a day, interrupting his opportunity to realize and practice?

Everyone was busy bowing and looking for a secluded place to sit and wait.

Zeng Daniu's mother-in-law followed Zeng Daniu to kowtow to Han Muye.

"Everyone wants to return to Wanjianya? Haha." Not far away, someone chuckled.

This is the sword pavilion that gathers millions of swords, and the combat power is tyrannical.

Han Muye refining the sword pavilion is to mobilize all the sword power in the sword pavilion.

This is a great sword repair worthy of respect.

"Any price?" Han Muye said lightly.

Han Muye originally said that he wanted him to help his followers to observe and discuss Taoism, but Zhao Jike still felt that there was not much.

Han Muye and the others have attracted countless people's attention along the way.

Shao Tianyi sat behind the counter with some boredom.

"The shopkeeper?"

Broken Star Island he will come back again, but I don't know when.

"Also, senior Wu Zheng is one of the leading cultivators of Wanjianya's discussion of Taoism, and is qualified to invite a fellow Taoist."

The expressions of the other sword cultivators beside him also changed.

"Zhang Yitao, senior of Mingzong, Zhao Jike from Marriott City has come to worship you-"

"Can't afford it? I can afford to pay twice as much, but you can't take me as a scapegoat!" Zhao Jike turned his head and left.

Even if it is not the kind of treasure that is used in life, it is a sword that is carried at the last moment and is full of self-cultivation insights.

The land of battle.

When he walked down the cliff, what he saw were countless burning eyes.

The purpose of Han Muye's coming to Broken Star Island has been achieved, so there is no need to stay.

Duan Kong and everyone behind him saluted Zhu Wanlin's cupped hands.

Standing up, Han Muye looked out of the pavilion and spoke softly.

"make a deal."

This process allowed his Qi Sea Sword intent to blend and grow.

Amazement, envy, jealousy...

In everything in the world, without rules, there is no opportunity to practice.

Yuntao gathers and disperses the principle of swordsmanship.

On the cliff, it is easier to understand.

The auras staggered, and Han Muye appeared on the gravel cliff where he left.

This one, isn't Wan Jianya responsible for wiping swords?

As soon as he returned to the station, he directly Closed Door Training and realized the kendo he observed today.

Sacred Land is Sacred Land precisely because of its rules.

At this time, sitting on Han Muye on the sixth floor of the Jiange, the thunder light was already extremely dense.

"Insanity."

There are a total of three million swords hidden in the six-story sword pavilion, and one of them is a spiritual treasure to suppress.

"Chen Yicheng senior of Jianmen Yusheng, Zhao Jike from Marriott City has come to worship you-"

Han Muye has the confidence to say such words because he is already strong enough.

The power gathered is completely incomparable to what he has cultivated all the way.

Han Muye doesn't care what others think.

It is a set of sword formations in which the weak overcome the strong, and it belongs to the practice of wood.

Either Cultivation Base is enough, or Kendo comprehension is enough.

Even if his mind and soul were tyrannical to the extreme, he was still a little dizzy.

Heavenly Profound World.

That chess game is clearly the location of the islands around the Broken Star Island.

Han Muye raised his hand with a sword and directly knocked Baize Lionyu into the air. Then, in the horrified eyes of Baize Lionyu, he used the power of the jade sword to leave the Fragment Star Island.

Seeing Zhao Yujing looking at him, Han Muye chuckled lightly: "The century-old struggle has only begun, and I still don't need Lingbao and Jiange."

"Whose junior is so unruly?"

stay here?

Don't you worship seniors?

Turning his head to look at the chess game placed on the small table, Han Muye flew away.

Behind him, a fat white young man in a green robe stood there.

Also, six-story sword pavilion, don't you take it away?

That's why he cared more for the Gu family in late Mingcheng. When Han Muye Closed Door Training, Zheng Yuan always discussed with him about anything.

The descendants of these returning seniors can come to worship once in a hundred years.

Han Muye told Shao Tianyi and Zeng Daniu to keep watch over the shop, practice well in the future, and then fly away early the next morning.

"Han Muye, I didn't have a fair fight with you that day. It's a pity that today I, Baize Lion, came to challenge—"

The rules of Wanjianya are there, but you can't let the younger generation worship, right?

The Cultivation Base that the Sixth Floor Sword Pavilion has brought him is too much.

A meeting of Taoism?

Looking up, endless thunder light descended from the sky.

Han Muye tidied up his clothes and strode forward toward the cliff.

"It is indeed a trapping technique."