Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

The location of the Sect meeting is set on the mountainside behind the Jiu Xuan Jianmen Mountain Gate.

A wide bluestone square with a radius of three hundred feet, surrounded by flashing blue light, was actually set up with formation support.

This halo is somewhat similar to the golden light shrouded outside the sword pavilion, but much dimmer.

There are Jiuxuanjian disciples stationed around the Qingshi Square to fully ensure the safety of the venue.

Han Muye went to the door of the venue and saw that it was surrounded by practitioners in various clothes.

These practitioners are many years old, but they all have a rather dignified aura.

After all, it is the elite of more than 80 forces, Cultivation Base is not bad.

At this time, everyone in the audience looked at the stone platform three feet high and five feet in diameter in the center of the square with different expressions.

On the stone platform, two figures swayed and turned like flowers.

"Senior brother, please come with me." At the door, a Sanshizhai disciple who had been waiting early led Han Muye through the crowd and onto a stage lined with seats.

In the middle of the stage is the owner of Sanshizhai, Tuobacheng, the elder of the Nine Profound Sword Sect.

Beside him is a tall, bald, indifferent face, Zhao Pu.

Below Tuobacheng and Zhao Pu, there are also several practitioners who don't seem to be dressed in Jiuxuanjianmen. It seems that these are the powerhouses of various Sects.

Zhao Pu turned his head, nodded towards Han Muye, and then whispered a few words to Tuo Bacheng beside him.

Tuobacheng's expression moved, his eyebrows were raised, and he looked at Han Muye.

Han Muye was busy with cupped hands, bowed to Tuoba, and said in a low voice, "I have seen Master Tuoba."

Tuobacheng nodded, and his eyes fell back to the arena of the fight.

"If you can comprehend the White Tiger picture, you are not an outsider in my Sanshizhai. Sit down." Zhao Pu pointed to the chair beside him.

"Sit here and see clearly."

Indeed, when Han Muye sat on the big chair and watched the fight, he could really see it clearly.

"This is the arrangement of the disciples of the various sects participating in the competition at the Sect gathering."

"I ordered the matchup to be readjusted overnight last night."

Zhao Pu put a thick stack of books in front of Han Muye and said in a low voice, "Then Lu Qingping and Lin Yuxia won't meet the real elites in the first ten games."

Han Muye looked up at him, Lin Shen didn't tell Zhao Pu last night that his Little Sister was also participating in this Sect competition.

Zhao Pu chuckled and said, "Junior Brother Lin didn't mention it to me. I have to take care of this matter too, right?"

Han Muye nodded.

I didn't see it, Zhao Pu's heart was quite delicate.

Looking down at the book in front of him, Han Muye found that the records in this book were much more detailed than what Bai Suzhen heard yesterday.

The strength of each sect, the elite ranking of the disciples in the sect, the Cultivation Base, and the skills they are good at are all recorded.

According to the order of matches in this book, Lu Qingping and Lin Yuxia can easily be recommended to enter the top ten of each group.

As for the next battle, it depends on the real level.

Closing the booklet, Han Muye sighed softly.

Sure enough, official cheating is the most deadly.

With Zhao Pu's arrangement, he doesn't need to help Lu Qingping and Lin Yuxia.

"Why, there is something wrong with this ordering?" Zhao Pu turned to look at him.

Han Muye shook his head, looked at the figure who was fighting with all his strength on the high platform in front of him, and said in a low voice, "I just feel that doing so has meddled in the Karma of outsiders and cut off other people's opportunities."

One more victory in a fight, all kinds of rewards, and insights from the battle are all opportunities, which will be of great help to future practice.

"Hmph, if you are strong, you must bear the Karma of the weak." Tuobacheng's voice suddenly sounded.

"If you don't have the courage to take responsibility, what else do you need to practice? Go down the mountain as soon as possible."

Han Muye opened his mouth, then nodded.

What Tuobacheng said was the truth of the world of practice.

In fact, what Tuobacheng said was still euphemistic.

It should be that in the eyes of the strong, everything of the weak can be controlled at will.

This is the world of practice.

The Weak are Prey to the Strong.

Looking at the high platform, Han Muye's eyes had a hint of depth.

Zhao Pu glanced at him, a trace of complexity flashed across his face.

Master really values ​​Brother Han...

"Wuyang Sword Sect Shao Lingsheng."

A voice came from the high platform, a slender girl with a long sword stood on the platform, cupped hands towards the surrounding.

The person who was fighting against her was already lying on the ground.

Sitting in the row of practitioners in front of Han Muye and the others, someone commented a few words aloud, to the effect of encouragement, and some comments on the female practitioners' swordsmanship.

To Han Muye's ears, it's all general and empty talk.

After the comment was finished, the female cultivator bowed and flew down like a butterfly.

This move immediately attracted high-pitched applause from countless male disciples around.

"Fu Lingdao Sect He Daoshen, Suyang sent Miao Yuan."

The disciple of Sanshizhai who was hosting the competition on the high platform shouted, and two figures rushed to the stage.

Suyang faction? Han Muye took one more look at the thin young man.

These two factions are Sects who are good at magic, and the two disciples are like playing with fireworks.

The high platform was filled with flames, water and fire filled the sky, and it was truly beautiful.

Han Muye's eyes were fixed on the two on the high platform, and the images kept flowing in his mind.

Comprehend Suyang School water archery.

Comprehend the fire dragon palm attached to the spiritual door.

In their minds, a faint Spiritual Qi circulated on the two figures, and then turned into water arrows and collided with fire dragons.

This is sorcery.

After realizing it, Han Muye realized something in his heart.

It is no wonder that among the low-level practitioners in the practice world, sword practice is far more powerful than Daoist practice.

Breaking the law with a sword is not unreasonable.

The practice of magic seems to be powerful and powerful, but it consumes Spiritual Qi and the speed is slow. It also needs to be extremely proficient in the magic to be used in battle.

Just these two people on the high platform, although the Cultivation Base is already in the Qi Condensation period, when they can cast spells, there are still tensions and mistakes, and they are interrupted.

As long as a sword cultivator is close, he can completely suppress the cultivation technique.

On the other hand, when one cultivates to a high depth and achieves the same goal by different paths, then the combat power of sword cultivators and shu cultivators will be balanced.

One sword breaks Wanfa, and one technique defeats all swords.

"boom--"

On the high platform, the flames burst, and the disciples of the Suyang Sect were directly blown out of their feet and passed out.

"Fu Lingdao door how deep, win."

A voice sounded from the high platform.

Han Muye turned to look at Zhao Pu.

The fate of the disciples of the Suyang faction had already been arranged before this fight.

Someone in the front commented, and then the next game started.

Each battle is not long, and the outcome is in the blink of an eye.

Han Muye watched with relish, comprehending a set of swordsmanship or spells from time to time.

Although they were all low-level things, he didn't pick them either.

"Who wins this round?"

Suddenly, Tuoba, who had been silent for a while, opened his mouth.

His voice was not small, and the Sect masters sitting in front all turned their heads to take a look, and then looked at the high platform.

On the high platform, the two swordsmen were staggered, and they had just fought three or five moves.

Who wins?

Zhao Pu had a blank look on his face.

He opened the book in his hand and looked at the names of the two Bidou, even more confused.

These two Cultivation Bases have similar Sect strengths behind them. At this time, the competition is evenly matched. How to judge the outcome?

"Master, I can't see this, maybe I can judge after waiting for a few tricks." Zhao Pu said honestly.

Tuobacheng turned his head and looked at Han Muye.

Han Muye's expression remained unchanged, and he said softly, "Huo Ming sent Zhou Wu to be ranked sixth in the Sect, and Qing Lingjianmen Xia Shengzi ranked ninth in the Sect."

"Zhou Wuxiu's sword is the inscription stone of the Huo Ming faction, and Xia Shengzixiu's Qing Lingjianmen Ling Bingyu sword."

"The Cultivation Base is the same, and the comprehension is similar. Of course, the town-style swordsmanship is stronger than the ordinary swordsmanship."

Turning to look at Tuobacheng, Han Muye's face flashed with confidence: "This round, Zhou Wusheng."

"when--"

On the high platform, the long sword in Zhou Wu's hand cut off Xia Shengzi's sword weapon, and the long sword touched the pale Xia Shengzi's chest.

Ahead, several practitioners turned their heads, and their eyes fell on Han Muye's face.

Zhao Pu turned his head slightly and looked at Han Muye: "Brother Han, can these really be calculated?"

Han Muye shook his head and said lightly, "No, I just thought that Zhou Wu's sword was very valuable."

"Don't forget what I do."

Swordsman.

Zhao Pu muttered.

"What about this one?"

Tuobacheng's voice came up again.

Zhao Pu opened his mouth.

In this game, the people who are fighting have not yet stood firm on the stage, how to judge?

He turned his head to look at Han Muye unconsciously.

Han Muye's eyes flashed brightly.

Is Tuobacheng testing himself in school?

interesting.

Looking at the two people on the stage who were about to draw their swords, Han Muye spoke lightly.

"This round-"