Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

want?

Really?

A thousand merits, buy this thing?

Qiu Shan looked down at the iron lump on Han Muye's hand in disbelief.

Still that pimple.

"Liu Hong, come here, boy!"

Qiu Shan shouted loudly, and Liu Hong, who was wearing a white robe, trotted over.

"Uncle Shi, are you calling me?"

With a smile on Liu Hong's face, he leaned in front of Qiu Shan and lowered his voice: "But give me a commission?"

Qiu Shan glared at him and said, "Boy, this is Senior Brother Han who is guarded by Jiange. You need to call Master Uncle."

"Don't show off your little tricks."

Liu Hong's face stiffened, and he shouted, "Master Uncle again, again, Master Uncle?"

He turned to look at Han Muye behind him, his face pale.

"Senior Brother Han, in this kid's mouth, every piece of junk is a treasure."

"Don't believe it." Qiu Shan also looked at Han Muye and shook his head.

"That's a real treasure..." Liu Hong muttered, and lowered his head not to look at Qiu Shan.

Han Muye smiled and shook his head, raised his hand, and placed a pile of top-grade Spirit Stones on the long table.

"He said it well, maybe it's really a baby."

Han Muye put both the iron lump and the tiger bone in the storage ring, and then cupped hands away.

It was not until he walked out of the Treasure Hall that Qiu Shan lowered his head blankly and looked at the Spirit Stones in front of him.

"Tsk tsk, I heard that this Senior Brother Han can refine Immortal Grade Pills. I don't know how rich his net worth is. Is it true?"

Qiu Shan shook his head and whispered, then took out the booklet and began to register.

"Wealthy?"

Liu Hong's eyes lit up, he reached out and grabbed a handful of Spirit Stones and ran away.

"What are you doing, brat?" Qiu Shan shouted.

"This is my commission." Outside the Treasure Hall, Liu Hong's voice came.

"If your kid goes to the place where Spirit Stones stayed for three nights, be careful that your grandfather breaks your leg." Qiu Shan patted the table and shouted.

Liu Hong, who ran out of the Treasure Hall, didn't see Han Muye's figure, and looked around in disappointment.

"Jiange, Senior Brother Han, golden thighs, I have to hold tight..." He whispered, pacing slowly down the mountain.

...

Han Muye was like a flying body, but he turned around the sword pavilion in a moment.

After instructing Lu Gao and Yang Mingxuan to practice Closed Door Training, he went straight to the third floor.

A faint golden light ascended from the sword pavilion, which was the scene of the opening of the sword pavilion.

The Jiange formation hooks up the entire Jiuxuan Mountain formation and can easily block the masters of the terrain.

With the help of the power of formation, even if the Golden Core masters come, it is difficult to ask for good.

Han Muye, who was sitting on the third floor of the sword pavilion, raised his hand, and two pairs of white demon tiger bones fell in front of him.

"Om-"

Two phantoms of bullocks appeared and rushed towards the White Tiger skeleton.

The skeleton was instantly smashed, and the phantom of the bullock also turned into a blue-gray cloud.

The shattered tiger bones were wrapped in the cloud energy transformed by the phantom of the bullock, and they blended together, making a roaring sound.

Han Muye raised his hand, and the two clouds were drawn over his palm.

White Tiger line.

Clenching his palms hard, all the tiger bones in the cloud turned into powder, and then slammed into Han Muye's body.

"Roar--"

The sound of tiger roaring sounded, and the two tiger shadows landed in Han Muye's shrine.

White Tiger growled and rammed around.

This is the spirit of the tiger demon remaining in the tiger bone.

If it is the shrine of ordinary practitioners, if it is hit like this, it will definitely be shaken and torn apart.

Maybe the soul will be involved and damaged.

But in Han Muye's divine treasure, an immortal-grade Purple Jade Pill was gently suspended, and the lavender halo turned into a light curtain, covering the positions of the two White Tigers.

No matter how the two fierce tigers collided, they couldn't get out of the three-zhang space.

On the side of Ziyudan, a light Sword Qi floated gently.

Han Muye's divine sense turned into a phantom and reached out, and the divine soul Sword Qi started.

Raising his hand, Sword Ray swayed.

The two White Tiger ghosts were chopped to pieces, then turned into Blood Qi and poured into their bodies.

The power of White Tiger entered the body, and Han Muye's muscles and bones felt like they were bursting.

Tuoba Cheng said that body training is an ascetic practice, and it is really an ascetic practice.

Painful practice.

Gritting his teeth, he stood up, resisting the pain that ripped apart his body, raised his hand and punched the Chi Yanzhu in front of him.

"Bam—"

The power of this punch has increased by more than 20%.

happy!

With a smile of pain and pleasure on his face, Han Muye punched again.

Before Chi Yanzhu, he was like flying, punch after punch.

Unknowingly, behind him, a third bullock phantom appeared.

Not only the phantom of the bullock, but also the phantom of two giant tigers with hanging eyes and white foreheads circulated faintly.

The power of the White Tiger is superimposed, allowing Han Muye to increase the power of each punch by 20%.

Every time he punched, one point of his strength was merged.

The bonus of White Tiger's walking power, combined with the power of Mangniu, made his physical power rise rapidly.

In front of Chi Yanzhu, Han Muye hit every punch in the fist.

In his mind, a figure of shirtless sweating slowly emerged.

The soldiers of the Red Flame Army poured out their fists with all their might, training the power of the bulls on their bodies.

"My Scarlet Flame Army is the most powerful army of the dynasty, in the Xuantian world, my Scarlet Flame Army is invincible in all directions."

"We are the knives in the hands of the generals, and we are the guns in the hands of the generals."

"Our duty is to protect Tianxuan, and we will die without regrets."

Figures roared wildly, blood tumbling.

"Bam—"

A punch fell, and the six bulls behind Han Muye oscillated and turned into nothingness. For three days and three nights, I practiced with all my strength, and the body cultivator was to rush directly from the second floor of Qi Condensation to Qi Condensation Sixth Stage.

The strength of the body is 80,000 catties, with this enormous strength, he can fight against the Foundation Establishment.

Six cows and two tigers, the phantom slowly retracted into the body, and Han Muye's body qi and blood converged, as if he had never practiced body refining.

It's just that the sparkle in his eyes is so deep that it's hard to look directly at him.

Such physical strength is enough to support him from Spiritual Qi Cultivation Base to Qi Condensation Ninth Stage, to Foundation Establishment period.

Forging the foundation of the avenue, Spiritual Qi blends with the soul.

Foundation Establishment is the first level for practitioners, and it is the beginning of truly breaking away from the mortal world.

With Spiritual Qi rolling on his body, Han Muye is already looking forward to stepping into Foundation Establishment.

But don't be in a hurry, it's just a matter of time.

After calming down Spiritual Qi and blood, Han Muye raised his hand and an iron lump appeared in his palm.

The size of a fist, weighing more than ten pounds.

Even if this iron lump is not a sword pill, the material it wraps is extraordinary.

Of course, if the material were not expensive, it wouldn't be so expensive.

One thousand meritorious deeds, even Su Yuan of Fire Vessel couldn't get it.

Looking at the iron lump in his palm, Han Muye's eyes narrowed, and Sword Qi intertwined on his body.

The Spiritual Qi and Sword Qi are carefully poured in the palm of the hand.

No feedback at all.

Naturally, if Sword Qi and Spiritual Qi had direct feedback, this iron lump would not have been thrown into the corner of the Treasure Hall.

Taking a deep breath, Han Muye Dantian shone with blue light.

A jade-colored pigeon egg Dajianwan appeared in front of him.

"Om-"

As soon as the sword pill appeared, the iron lump on Han Muye's palm began to vibrate.

Really feel?

Following Jian Wan's vague thoughts, Han Muye urged Jian Wan to spin around the iron bump in his palm.

There was a trace of Sword Ray on the sword pill, wrapped around the dark iron lump.

This iron lump was just a moment away, and it was wrapped into golden color by the sword silk.

This is Jian Wan, capable of carrying ten thousand junks, but also capable of turning swords into silk.

In ancient times, a sword pill could transform endlessly, which could be heavy or light.

Most of the swords circulating in the world of practice now are differentiated, the power sword is heavy, the qi sword is light, and the intention sword is agile and flat.

After the entire iron lump was surrounded, Sword Ray began to tighten.

There was a harsh "squeak" sound on the iron lump.

Han Muye only felt that the Spiritual Qi was consumed very fast, and the Spiritual Qi in Dantian turned into a vortex and poured out, landing on the sword pill.

In the end, the Cultivation Base is not high enough, and the Imperial Swordsman consumes too much.

"Crack-"

After a hundred breaths, there was a sound of explosion, and the black iron lump was cut open.

A dazzling cold light emerged from it, and then, instantly rushed towards Han Muye's face.

"when--"

The jade-colored sword pill blocked in front of the cold light, and there was a sound of swords hitting.

Looking up, Han Muye's face was filled with joy.

It's really a sword pill!

This cold and bright sphere is not a sword pill, what is it?

"Thorn-"

That Jianmaru seemed unwilling to be blocked, and swiped to the side, bringing out a sharp whistling.

Jianmaru paused outside his husband and rushed towards Han Muye again.

This time, the jade-colored sword pill intercepted it half a zhang ago.

"when--"

The sound of sword chirping exploded.

The two sword pellets were entangled and collided, and they were constantly fighting in the space of about a square meter.

Han Muye fixed his eyes on the two sword pills, and his spiritual sense was driven to the extreme.

sharp!

That cold light sword pill is ever-changing, and every inch of the route is a move in a sharp swordsmanship.

Unknowingly, that Jianwan actually advanced three feet in front of Han Muye.

"You are also one of Yuan Tianjianzun Universe's sword pills!"

Han Muye had a happy expression on his face and drank lowly.

Since the beginning of Jianmaru's struggle, he has been constantly observing and comprehending. Isn't the swordsmanship entrusted by Jianmaru the means in the universe's sword formation?

Universe Sword Formation, forty-eight sword balls, each of which has several sets of swordsmanship combined with each other, and finally turned into the 360 ​​Great Universe Formation.

Han Muye can't imagine what kind of powerhouse can control and run three hundred and sixty sets of swordsmanship at the same time.

How much power does this require?

Just as Qinghan Jianwan came within three feet in front of him, Han Muye suddenly stretched out his hand.

The jade-colored sword pill was shocked and disappeared in its place.

Hide empty!

Swordsmanship is hidden!

With this sword, Han Muye Dantian Spiritual Qi lost 80%!

"when--"

Jade-colored Sword Pill slammed into the back of Qinghan Sword Pill and bumped it into Han Muye's palm.

Starting with Jianwan, Sword intent in Han Muye Qi Sea, Sword Qi in Shenzang poured into it!

"Om-"

Kenmaru shook, struggling with all his might.

But the power of the soul and the sword intent that rolled in seemed like an extremely delicious feast.

A smile appeared on Han Muye's face.

For the sword pills that have not been nourished by Sword Qi for countless years, isn't Sword Qi and the power of the soul a delicious feast?

In the palm of his hand, Sword Ray trembled, Sword Intent and the power of the soul poured into Jianwan, and pictures appeared in Han Muye's mind.

"boom--"

Sword Ray exploded, and thousands of flames scattered.

"Yuan Tianjianzun, you are at the end of the road, come down!"

There was a sound like thunder, roaring.

"drop?"

Yuan Tianjianzun's voice was still arrogant and cold: "Those guys in Zhongzhou are not qualified to let me down, just rely on you little devils who ran out of nowhere?"