Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

Condensation Sword Art.

The inheritance that Huang Laoliu got from the Jiange Elder.

Lingjian is definitely not as good as raising swords.

But this is also the inheritance of the sword pavilion, and it is the existence that can condense the sword of the Hundred Breath Heaven.

Such inheritance is invaluable.

It's just a private inheritance. If it is discovered, waiting for Huang Laoliu's guilt is unimaginable.

Han Muye glanced at Huang Lao Liu, shook his head with a smile, and said, "Brother Liu, are you going to become a Jiange deacon, a Jiange elder, two top-grade Spirit Stones, and you sold the condensing sword art?"

In the mundane world, a penny beats a hero.

In the world of practice, this principle remains.

Two top-grade Spirit Stones will never be earned for most low-level practitioners in their lifetime.

And those who are able to come up with two top-grade Spirit Stones have lost sight of this wealth.

"I didn't sell the Ningjian Jue." Huang Laoliu looked at Han Muye solemnly, and then said, "I'm afraid that this kind of favor is not good enough."

Not up yet?

Han Muye frowned.

At this moment, Huang Laoliu suddenly opened his mouth and said with a proud smile: "Your sixth sister-in-law has already said that you want me to accompany her back to Jinyang."

Back to Jinyang? The hometown of Huang Laoliu and Lu Qingping.

Is Lu Qingping willing to accompany Huang Laoliu to go into seclusion?

Did she figure it out?

Han Muye nodded with a smile on his face: "Sixth brother, congratulations."

If Lu Qingping really left Qingfengguan, that might be a good thing.

After all, Qingfengguan betrayed Jiuxuan Jianmen.

The wrinkles on Huang Lao Liu's face were stretched, and he seemed to be much younger.

"The sixth brother, your practice..." Han Muye asked in a low voice with some hesitation.

Huang Laoliu had arrogantly said he wanted to step into the heaven, even if it was the Hundred Breaths Heaven.

"Cultivation, just follow the fate."

"What Hundred Breaths Heaven Realm can't compare to the hot kang head of a wife and children."

Rubbing his chin, Huang Lao Liu's toothless mouth grinned.

"When I and Pingmei go down the mountain, I will pass on the condensing sword to you."

"Actually, even if I don't teach you, the elder will teach you. You are the most suitable person to take charge of the sword pavilion."

Reaching out and patting Han Muye's shoulder, Huang Laoliu turned back to the quiet room and took out a small cloth bag.

"I don't think I don't need these elixir to increase life expectancy, you keep it."

These medicines were bought by Lu Qingping during the day, and there was also a piece of Frostling Bamboo root, which was given to Han Muye by Tang Yunhao.

Han Muye wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, he accepted it.

Putting these elixir in Huang Laoliu's hands is not enough to make Medicine Pill.

And Han Muye himself has the main medicines from Bai Suzhen, and if he finds some more prescriptions, he can refine them into pills.

The big deal is that when the time comes, Huang Lao Liu will be divided into one pill.

Seeing that Han Muye took the elixir, Huang Laoliu smiled and went back to the quiet room.

Han Muye also returned to his quiet room, and then lay on the couch, a little lost.

Huang Laoliu is about to leave the Jiange and leave the Jiuxuan Sword Gate.

On the first floor of the sword pavilion, I am afraid that he is the only one left.

It seems that cultivation is a lonely journey after all.

On this road, some people fell and some people turned back.

A smile appeared on Han Muye's face.

Huang Laoliu got what he wanted, and he was also happy.

"It's a pity that I came to this world without any worries..."

Han Muye whispered, and his eyes fell on the White Tiger picture scroll hanging on the opposite wall.

"No, I still have you..."

In his Qi Sea, the Sword intents trembled slightly.

These Sword intents seem to want to turn into Sword Qi, penetrate into his body, merge into his Dantian, and become a part of his body.

Not only these Sword intents, but outside the quiet room, the Sword Qi poured into the long swords on the first floor of the Jiange Pavilion also seemed to sense Han Muye's mood, making a faint tremor.

At this moment, Han Muye felt inexplicably relieved.

Isn't cultivation just to have this kind of peace of mind?

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Early in the morning, Han Muye went to the small courtyard to wash up and practice swordsmanship, and Huang Laoliu was already up early, kicking in there.

"Sixth brother, slow down and dodge your waist carefully." Han Muye jokingly laughed. "Bah, Brother Liu, my waist is fine." Huang Laoliu shouted and punched, and his movements matched Han Muye's intentional and invisible sword moves.

Han Muye swung his long sword at will, and all kinds of swords he had learned before came at his fingertips.

Although there is no Spiritual Qi infusion on the sword, it has an indescribable mystery.

The long sword vibrated gently, Han Muye took a deep breath, and pointed the blade forward.

In his mind, the image of White Tiger descending the mountain on the wall of the quiet room appeared.

In the small courtyard, the floating Sisi Sword intent slowly condensed.

Sword Qi turns into silk, like endless tiger hairs in a picture scroll. Every tiger hair is a Sword Qi.

As Sword Qi condensed out like a thread of rain, the courtyard suddenly became cold.

Huang Lao Liu, who was kicking there, gave a chill, and hurriedly wrapped his robes tightly.

Only Han Muye's Sword Qi condensed, and then shattered into nothingness.

Holding a long sword, his brows furrowed.

This Sword Qi couldn't condense because he didn't practice enough.

If he can cultivate a sword stance, he can condense Sword Qi in an instant.

After a slight hesitation, he shot again.

Since the Sword Qi outside of the body is disobedient, it is better to use the Sword Qi that has been refined inside.

These Sword Qi, obedient, and after consumption, can be reunited.

Among the Dantians, the scattered Sword Qi that had been fluttering shook and rushed out following Han Muye's Meridians.

These Sword Qi were still soft at first, and they turned cold as soon as they emerged.

Driven by Han Muye's thoughts, Sword Qi slowly solidified.

foot length.

Three inches.

Sword Qi swung and returned to Han Muye's body.

The White Tiger image in his mind also dissipated.

It seems that understanding and meeting are two different things.

Tuoba Cheng was able to condense the Sword Qi into tiger feathers with a soft ink pen.

But Han Muye is hard to condense into a tiger whip, not to mention condensing into tiger feathers.

With a full-level comprehension, it is too natural to want to be able to master the cultivation method of Tuoba Cheng and other powerhouses.

Whether it is Sword Qi Huasi, or White Tiger sword stance, only those who are strong in the situation can master it.

"Sure enough, practice is a tower built up step by step."

Han Muye slowly retracted his sword and whispered.

Among his Dantians, those Sword Qi were much more condensed and agile than before.

However, he originally filled Dantian's Spiritual Qi, but also lost most of it.

This is the amount of ten top-grade cloud qi pills piled up.

"Condensing Sword Qi, condensing sword bone, condensing sword silk, they are all big households who eat Spiritual Qi."

Han Muye's eyes brightened.

This is the halo of Spirit Stones.

When Huang Laoliu turned back, he was slightly taken aback when he saw Han Muye's gaze.

"Brother Han, what kind of swordsmanship are you practicing, why do you look like a tiger trying to eat people?"

...

For half a day in the morning, no one in the Jiange came.

On the square in front of the gate, Lin Shen was waving his great sword, and there was a gust of wind.

The gatekeeper, Lu Gao, was much more careful, leaning against the door frame and making a low snoring sound.

Lin Shen is the leader of the Inner Sect, so it's okay to make a fuss. He Lu Gao eats Jiange's food, and he can't compare at all.

afternoon.

"Sixth brother won't go to see sixth sister-in-law today?"

Wiping the long sword in front of the wooden stand, Han Muye, who collected Sword Qi, asked curiously.

It is said that when love is eager, it shouldn't be like three autumns after not seeing each other for a day. Today, Huang Laoliu is sitting in front of the long desk, and he is not in a hurry.

"Tomorrow's Sect party will start. Sister Ping has to run in with the sword in her hand, so she can't be disturbed."

Huang Lao Liu shook his head.

Speaking of this, he turned to look at Han Muye: "Brother Han, that Sect party is wonderful, you must go and see it."

"It is said that many young female disciples of Sect have extraordinary looks, you can't miss it."

have a look?

See those female disciples at the Sect party?

Am I such a person?