Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

As expected, Lu Gao was used to being a handyman.

These news, Han Muye did not know before.

Han Muye nodded, stretched out his hand and patted Lu Gao's shoulder and said, "Don't look at Lu Dage's sturdy body, his mind is very delicate."

"If there is any news in the back door, you can tell me anything."

"It's done, it's done." Lu Gao nodded happily after being praised by Han Muye.

It seems that Huang Laoliu said that Jiuxuan Jianmen will have a big move this time.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be partying here and killing people over there.

It is estimated that the Tailingjian faction also has the same intention, and may cause trouble at the party.

Looking at it this way, if you go to deliver news to Tuobacheng yourself, you may really make a great contribution to Sect.

Walking into the Jiange, Han Muye looked at the empty long desk and said, "Is there no sixth brother?"

Lu Gao at the door replied hurriedly: "Senior Brother Han, soon after you left, Brother Six went out."

going out?

It seems that once the fire in my heart is ignited, it will be a man, his butt will be burned, and he will not be able to sit still.

"Haha, boy Han, I'm back—"

Han Muye turned his head and saw Huang Laoliu striding over with a bright face.

His steps are steady, his waist is not bent, his back is not hunched, and his eyes are bright.

This is, spring is coming?

"Brother Han, Sister Ping, your sixth sister-in-law recognizes me!" When he walked to Han Muye, Huang Laoliu couldn't help rubbing his hands and whispered.

There was uncontrollable excitement in his words.

make out?

"Congratulations Brother Six, you didn't bring Sister Six to see?" Han Muye asked with a smile.

"Hehe, it's not too late, she said, come tomorrow." Huang Laoliu smiled and looked proud.

Come to the sword pavilion?

Qingfengguan disciple.

The smile on Han Muye's face did not diminish, he looked at Huang Laoliu who was still delighted, and there was a deep light in his eyes.

The sixth brother is happy.

Hope, all is well.

There was a great atmosphere at dinner tonight.

Huang Laoliu told Lu Gao some interesting stories about Jiange.

Who was scared to pee when he took the sword, and which swordsman in the sword pavilion did not live for three months.

Lu Gao grinned and focused on the big bones in front of him.

Huang Laoliu couldn't eat it.

After closing the pavilion door, Han Muye and Huang Laoliu each returned to the quiet room.

Sitting cross-legged on the wooden couch, Han Muye took out a top-grade cloud qi pill.

Medicine Pill entered the stomach, and a warm Spiritual Qi quickly swam in the Meridians, and then landed in the Dantian.

In the past few days, he has been swallowing Medicine Pill every day. Dantian, who was originally 100 meters in diameter, slowly expanded, and there was already half a foot more space.

Don't look at the increase just a little bit, but the total capacity has expanded a lot.

Recently, he deliberately supplemented his practice knowledge, and Han Muye also knew that he was a Dantian, stronger than many Qi Condensation periods.

It's just that for now, the Sword intent he controls is too strong, and the activation of the flesh and Spiritual Qi Cultivation Base is like a three-year-old child swinging a sledgehammer, which is too incongruous.

Only when the body cultivator reaches a certain level and Spiritual Qi practice at least enters the real Qi Condensation period, can they be flexible enough to motivate those Sword intents.

"Om-"

Just as Han Muye was carrying Spiritual Qi and then mobilizing Sword Qi into Dantian to warm up, there was a faint sound outside the quiet room.

When he opened his eyes, there was nothing in front of him.

"Sister Ping?"

The voice of Huang Laoliu came from the quiet room next door.

It's that sword!

The sword that was sent today!

At first, this sword came to his quiet room and almost killed him.

Just as Han Muye was about to get up, Huang Laoliu's voice came from next door again: "Wouldn't it be better for you to pretend to be her for a while?"

"Is it because my body is dry, I can't squeeze blood, and I don't even have the mind to pretend?"

The sound of the sword chirped, and then the sound of the long sword falling "dang clang".

"Disappointing, go to sleep." Huang Laoliu muttered.

Han Muye shook his head and chuckled.

Also, Huang Laoliu lived in Jiange for seven years, how could he not have his own extraordinary?

As soon as he drank it, he let the hurting long sword shake and fall.

It seems that Huang Lao Liu also has a special ability.

Thinking of this, Han Muye felt a lot more relaxed, focused on himself, and began to polish his physical strength.

At the beginning, he took the solid pill, although it was a high-quality product, it still had no effect.

Maybe a higher-grade body-refining Medicine Pill can be helpful for body-refining? Why don't you buy it for a few days and try it?

With a dozen top-grade Spirit Stones in his pocket, Han Muye is full of confidence.

While running the Cultivation Technique, he absorbed another Sword Qi into his body.

The sour taste of scraping bones made him grin.

I don't know who invented this practice method.

Fortunately, this Sword Qi circulated in the body. After a Universe in Dantian Qi Sea, it turned into a gentle little hand and began to soothe his Meridians.

This kind of comfort is unstoppable.

He even felt that his own Meridians seemed to be a lot wider under the gentle touch of Sword Qi.

Perhaps, Sword Qi is constantly scouring, and his own qualifications can be improved?

The ninth-rank aptitude does have great restrictions on cultivation.

Even if Han Muye did not try his best to cultivate Spiritual Qi like an orthodox practitioner, he still felt the restraint of his qualifications on the improvement of Cultivation Base.

There are a lot of Medicine Pills, Meridians are running slowly, and a lot of Spiritual Qi has been dissipated.

Fortunately, these escaping medicinal powers are not completely wasted.

The medicinal power of Spiritual Qi can enhance the physical strength and make the muscles and bones more stable.

After practicing overnight, Han Muye felt relaxed.

Lifting the sword to the small courtyard, he saw Huang Laoliu holding the sword in his hand, slashing fiercely there.

The long sword slashed on the thick tree trunk, and sawdust splattered everywhere.

"Aren't you here to disturb daddy's good dreams?"

"You're the sixth brother, I'm a vegetarian, right?"

"Next time, daddy will throw you in the ditch."

...

Turning to see Han Muye coming, Huang Laoliu held the long sword in his hand and said, "Brother Han, how did this sword come back?"

"It was delivered by an inner discipline named Zhu Guangsheng yesterday."

"Su Yang, who led the sword at the time, has fallen."

Han Muye whispered.

Holding the sword in his hand, Huang Laoliu's eyes fell on Han Muye.

After a while, he smiled and said, "That's right, no wonder Elder takes a fancy to you."

After he finished speaking, he carried his long sword and walked towards the sword pavilion.

"I'm cultivating the Sword Condensation Art, which condenses a Sword Qi with my own soul qi and blood."

"When your cultivation is completed, you will be able to carry the Sword intent of the Nine Profound Sword."

"Of course, it can only condense the power of a sword."

"When the elder passed me on the sword condensing art, he said that I am not qualified to cultivate the sword art."

"Only the sword raising art is the real inheritance in the sword pavilion."

Huang Lao Liu whispered, as if speaking to himself and Han Muye.

Raising the sword is the real inheritance of the sword pavilion?

Han Muye was slightly taken aback.

What he cultivated, wasn't it the sword raising technique?

"Sixth brother, I-"

Before Han Muye finished speaking, Huang Laoliu waved his hand and said, "Everyone has their own fate."

"I would like to be that Sword Heaven Realm."

"You choose your own way."

"I do not regret."

After speaking, he took the sword and walked into the sword pavilion.

Han Muye's eyes fell on Huang Laoliu's back.

Do you really not regret it?

...

In the morning, looking at Huang Laoliu's anxious appearance, Han Muye smiled and said, "Liu brother, why don't you go out for a walk?"

Huang Laoliu stood up and left.

At the door, Lu Gao's voice came: "Sixth brother, do you want to bring food today? How many copies, is the meat going to be mushy..."

"Fuck you..." Huang Laoliu's scolding came from a distance.

Han Muye almost laughed and turned to wipe the long swords.

He has fallen in love with the feeling of brushing the gun and sharpening the sword every day, and the fusion of Sword Qi is very refreshing.

"The sword pavilion leads the sword rules, bathes and changes clothes, burns incense and meditates-"

Unknowingly, at noon, Lu Gao’s voice was shouting at the gate of Jiange.

Is business open?

Han Muye sheathed the long sword and turned around.

"I'm looking for it, Han Muye."

A hoarse voice came from the door of the sword pavilion.