Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

In the front row, the old man of the Duanhua Sword Sect turned his head and looked at Han Muye with a strange look on his face.

"Hehe, you can tell me, why do you say that Fu Zhou was wronged?"

First, he affirmed Qi Tao's strength, and now he said that Fu Zhou was wronged.

Everyone wondered if Han Muye really saw something, or did he just want to be grandstanding?

Han Muye looked at Fu Zhou, stretched out his hand and picked up the booklet and said with a chuckle: "According to the record, Fu Zhou and Qi Tao are indeed comparable in combat strength. In the battle just now, Fu Zhou also showed his own strength."

This made the disciples in the audience all nod their heads.

Qi Tao was victorious, but Fu Zhou was not vulnerable.

Fu Zhou glanced at Han Muye gratefully.

Han Muye said loudly again: "You lose because you are timid in your heart."

Fu Zhou trembled all over, and just looked up, he heard Han Muye say lightly: "Duanhua Sword Sect and Suyang Sect are adjacent to each other and have a good relationship. Thinking about the tragic situation of the defeated disciple of Suyang Sect just now, you are scared."

Speaking of this, Han Muye shook his head, as if speaking to Fu Zhou, to others, and to himself: "On the road of cultivation, one should avoid the two ends of the head and the mouse, and if the heart is not firm, the head and tail are afraid of the tail. , in the end, it's not good on both sides."

On the high stage, Fu Zhou turned pale, cupped his hands, turned and walked down the stage.

Some of the disciples in the audience nodded slightly, while others were full of doubts.

Han Muye's words are too broad.

But the meaning seems to be beating Fu Zhou, saying that his mind is not good in practice, and he is not firm.

The old man of the Duanhua Sword Sect looked a little unsightly and turned around.

Han Muye turned to look at Zhao Pu and Tuobacheng who were beside him.

Zhao Pu's face was blank, and Tuoba Cheng nodded slightly.

All right.

Han Muye breathed a sigh of relief and sat back in the seat.

The Duanhua Sword Sect, as seen from Qin Yuanhe's saber memory, was an earlier Sect than the Suyang Sect who joined the Tailing Sword Sect.

The Suyang faction was instigated by the Duanhuajian faction.

In the battle just now, Fu Zhou was obviously not inferior to Qi Tao in combat power, but he was afraid of his head and tail. Qi Tao picked up the long sword with a dozen moves, obviously he had no intention to fight.

Han Muye guessed that Fu Zhouding knew Sect's choice and knew that Sect betrayed Jiuxuan Jianmen, so he was worried about the sword fight.

After all, this is Jiuxuan Mountain. If Jiu Xuan Sword Sect knew of the betrayal of the Duan Hua Sword Sect, none of the people who came this time would be able to escape.

Seeing that Fu Zhou's heart is not firm, it may be a breakthrough.

Just now, by commenting on Fu Zhou, he also reminded Tuobacheng.

The Suyang faction has a good relationship with the Duanhuajian faction. This is obvious enough. He also said that Fu Zhou's head was on both sides, and the last two sides were unflattering. Tuobacheng must have understood it.

...

On the high platform, two young men in white robes stood opposite each other.

"Let's talk about what this battle will be like."

Tuobacheng's voice sounded again.

Zhao Pu turned to look at Han Muye with a gloating expression on his face.

It's okay to do this kind of thing once or twice. Don't you get tired after doing it a lot?

Han Muye sighed inwardly and spread out the book in his hand.

"This battle, I guess Guangyue Jianmen Qian Kaishen will lose."

"In this battle, the disciples of the Suyang faction have no fighting spirit, and I am afraid there is no chance of winning."

"In this battle, the Sun family and Sun Ming of Fucheng have a better chance of winning."

...

In every battle that followed, Han Muye made guesses.

The results of each battle were very different from what he said.

The powerhouses in the front row are already whispering about who Han Muye is.

Zhao Pu has also been completely lost.

"when--"

On the high platform, Lin Yuxia picked up the sword in the opponent's hand with one sword, then turned to look in the direction of Han Muye.

"Senior Brother Han, tell me, how is my swordsmanship?"

On the stage, Han Muye shook his head and said lightly: "It's good to win, you are taller than his Cultivation Base, and your swordsmanship is much more profound, so what can you show off?"

Lin Yuxia's face turned red, the long sword was sheathed, and she turned and left.

Han Muye took a look at the young man who picked up the long sword and was about to step down, and said, "Your swordsmanship is not worthy of your cultivation talent. If you have a swordsmanship with equal combat power, you will not lose."

Hearing Han Muye's words, the young man turned around and bowed to Han Muye, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, Brother Tao Shan, for your guidance."

Lin Yuxia, who stepped down from the stage, gritted her teeth even more.

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When the sun is in the west, today's battle is over.

Tuobacheng stood up and looked at Han Muye.

"Zhao Pu said you understood the White Tiger scroll, tell me, what did you understand?"

This sentence shocked Zhao Pu, who had just stood up, and his eyes widened.

Could it be that Shizun deliberately borrowed the words of Brother Han to tell himself the secret of the White Tiger picture scroll?

Han Muye glanced at Zhao Pu, and said in a low voice, "I realized that if you want tigers to roar in the mountains and forests, you must have the strength to coerce all the beasts."

"On this White Tiger map, there is still a little lack of strength." Almost strength!

Zhao Pu's eyelids jumped.

This is provocation!

This is dissatisfaction with today's Master's constant test!

Zhao Pu can feel that the master behind him is like a tiger that suppresses his anger, and it seems that it may erupt at any time.

However, he did not wait for Tuobacheng to explode, but heard Tuobacheng indifferently ask: "Then you say, what does it mean to be powerful?"

Han Muye bowed slightly and said in a low voice, "The tiger descends from the mountain, the scenery follows, and the beasts surrender, so the uncle still lacks a chance."

Tuobacheng has carried his Sword intent with the White Tiger scroll for so many years, clearly waiting for the opportunity to step out one step at a time and form a sword.

It's just this opportunity, I don't know when it will come.

Tuobacheng narrowed his eyes and looked at Han Muye quietly. After a while, he laughed, then turned around and left.

"such a pity……"

His voice came.

Zhao Pu was at a loss.

He didn't know what the pity of his master was.

Han Muye didn't know whether Tuobacheng was a pity that his chance didn't come, or it was a pity that Han Muye couldn't worship at the Sanshizhai gate.

Looking up at Han Muye, Zhao Pu whispered a little nervously: "Brother Han, that, the White Tiger picture scroll, is it so difficult to comprehend?"

He didn't understand a word of Han Muye's conversation with Master Tuobacheng just now.

This shocked him, who was full of wanting to understand the White Tiger picture.

"It's not too difficult, but it may be necessary to turn around to understand." Han Muye shook his head, then smiled and said, "How about I tell Senior Brother Zhao your method directly?"

Zhao Pu's complexion changed, and he finally shook his head: "Let's talk about it later..."

When Han Muye returned to Jiange, Huang Laoliu approached impatiently.

"How about it?"

"How about it?"

Han Muye smiled and told him the order arranged by Zhao Pu.

Hearing that Zhao Pu had made arrangements to ensure that Lu Qingping would not lose in ten games, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sixth brother, you can go and see these few days, I will come to see the sword in the sword pavilion."

Han Muye patted Huang Lao Liu on the shoulder.

Just as Huang Laoliu was about to refuse, Han Muye whispered, "Tomorrow morning there will be a fight with Sister Six."

Huang Lao Liu was shocked and nodded lightly.

He really wanted to see it.

Han Muye returned to the quiet room, looked up at the White Tiger scroll, and quietly visualized.

The fierce tiger's aura in his mind was still monstrous, and with just a light roar, his soul could be shaken, causing Qi Sea Sword intent to surge.

When he turned pale and turned his head, he found that although the soul was slightly damaged, it was more condensed.

Is this a way of cultivating the soul?

Han Muye felt that Yang Jian Jue drew Sword Qi into the body, and it was painful to visualize the White Tiger picture scroll.

Are you cultivating, or are you looking for abuse?

Sitting cross-legged on the wooden couch, he stretched out his hand.

In the palm of his hand, a pale blue ice-cold aura rose.

technique.

The ice cold dissipated, and the flames rose again.

The biggest gain today is to comprehend so many spells.

Flames, wind scrolls, clouds, ice arrows...

Various spell conversions, and finally dispersed.

"All kinds of magic, how can you fight a sword?"

Lying on the wooden couch with his eyes closed, Han Muye slowly closed his eyes.

On him, there is a faint Sword Qi flowing.

Before he knew it, there were hundreds of Sword Qis that he had raised by Dantian and could be regenerated continuously.

His body bones were also covered with a layer of faint silver.

Sword bone.

...

The next day, Huang Laoliu went to the party venue to watch Lu Qingping fight after breakfast.

Han Muye wipes the long sword in the sword pavilion and collects Sword Qi.

"The sword pavilion is important, and outsiders are not allowed to enter."

At the gate of Jiange, Lu Gao's voice sounded.

"The Cao family of the sword-casting family, came to send the newly cast twenty-one swords to the Jiu Xuan Sword Gate."

Newly cast swords in the pavilion?

Han Muye put back the long sword, turned and walked towards the gate of the sword pavilion.

Come to business.