Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

kill?

Who to kill?

Those young people are a little dazed.

The old man shook his head, with a sullen face, and led them away quickly.

After practicing for a long time, I know how to make my own life long.

Walking through the hill, the old man breathed a sigh of relief.

A dozen years ago, he had seen a man with a flower mark on his shirt slaughter a Sect.

These people are ruthless and do not leave their mouths alive.

The old man himself was seriously injured at the time, and there was no Spiritual Qi fluctuation on his body, so he escaped the catastrophe.

He also had a chance that time.

"Third grandpa, are they here to kill the two people who at least have the Cultivation Base?" the young man in the blue-gray military uniform asked in a low voice behind the old man.

These words made the old man frown and said solemnly: "Jia Muhe, the grudges of these powerful people are fighting, not to mention your ability to cultivate the Third Stage, even the Foundation Establishment Third Stage, is not qualified to participate."

"If you want to live long, don't get involved in these things."

If this Jia Muhe wasn't the best in their Jia family's talent, the old man would have scolded him severely at this time.

When the other young people heard the old man's words, some chuckled and shook their heads, while others reached out and tugged at Jia Muhe's sleeve.

Jia Muhe did not retreat, but stared at the old man and lowered his voice: "Third grandfather, you said, could this also be a chance?"

chance?

The old man first showed an angry look on his face, and then slowly turned into a groan.

"Third grandpa, you go first, I'll go back."

Jia Muhe said, taking off his robe and the long sword he was carrying.

"If I don't come back, tell my parents that I'm going to practice in the Great Sect."

Jia Muhe turned his head to look at the others beside him, and grinned, "Just say he went to Jiu Xuan Sword Gate."

After he finished speaking, he rolled up his sleeves, followed the mountain road, and took a few steps into the forest.

Seeing him leave, the other young people turned to look at the old man.

The old man was silent for a moment, then turned his head and left.

Maybe it's chance, maybe it's death.

After all, young people like to fight and gamble.

The old man himself will no longer do such unstable things.

"Jia Muhe won't come back."

Walking in front, the old man threw the robe and long sword of Jia Muhe that he was holding down the cliff.

"Go back and say he met the Demonic Beasts and was attacked and killed."

Hearing his words, everyone was stunned.

"Hmph, Jiu Xuan Jianmen, is it so easy to talk about?"

"Being related to these big Sects, for my Jia family, it may be a blessing or a curse."

After the old man finished speaking, he flew away.

A group of young people looked at each other and lowered their heads to keep up.

...

Jamu River runs in the mountains and forests.

He remembered that Han Muye and Lin Shen went to watch the sword marks.

It's just that place, Sword Qi will hurt himself.

At this point, he had already run with all his strength, regardless of whether he was hurt or not, but in a moment he reached the two cliffs.

A cold breath came towards him, which made him breathe a little and almost vomited blood.

He is no better than Peiyuan Third Stage, and his body can't stop Sword Qi's erosion.

Resisting the pain in his chest and abdomen, Jia Muhe searched everywhere.

there!

Wasn't it the two I saw just now under the stone wall in front?

At this time, across from them, there was a bald man sitting cross-legged.

Jia Muhe didn't care about anything else and ran over quickly.

Han Muye and Lin Shen had already spotted Jia Muhe who was running, and seeing him blushing, dashed over.

Lin Shen stood up.

"You guys, my third grandfather said someone was going to kill you, I guess it might be, they're here to kill you." Jia Muhe gasped and said loudly.

Lin Shen turned his head and looked at Han Muye.

Han Muye laughed and waved his hand: "We didn't offend anyone, so no one will kill us."

As he said that, he looked up at the opposite side: "It's Master, your Buddhist heritage is not in the Western Border, I'm afraid it's not someone who came to kill you?"

The bald head opposite Han Muye is a monk.

There is no Buddhist heritage in Western Xinjiang.

Neither did the Southern Wilderness.

When I met this monk under the stone wall just now, Han Muye became interested and went up to chat a few words.

It was only after a few words that he knew that the monk was named, and before he could understand the rest, Jia Muhe came.

"Master Han, Xiao Seng is an ascetic monk, and he should have no enemies in the western border."

"Let people come to kill, it should be you."

The monk has a bright head, wears a monk's robe with a hundred knots, and hangs a string of blue Buddha beads around his neck. He is not even in his thirties.

Speaking at this time, his face was indifferent.

Han Muye laughed, turned to look not far away and said, "Then ask, who are they here to kill."

I don't know when, seven practitioners in gray robes with restrained breath have arrived.

The seven people had cold faces, holding the hilt of their swords and slowly approaching.

Han Muye pointed his finger at Jia Muhe who was standing in front of Lin Shen, and said loudly, "He said you are here to kill."

"You said, are you here to kill me, or to kill this monk?"

Hearing what he said, Jia Muhe opened his mouth and widened his eyes.

Can you still ask that?

The seven people over there didn't answer at all, just walked forward.

On the seven people, the originally suppressed killing intent and aura were intertwined and turned into a blood-colored beam of light.

As soon as the beam of light appeared, Jia Muhe, who was several dozen meters away, felt depressed and breathless.

Circumstances!

Each of these seven people is a situation!

Seven powerful people came to kill.

Jia Muhe knew that he lost the bet. Gu Yu

I thought it would be an opportunity, but I didn't expect it to be death.

"When we meet, I can help you."

"One hundred thousand Spirit Stones lives."

After the monk looked at Han Muye, he suddenly said.

Han Muye turned to look at him and asked curiously, "Aren't you an ascetic?"

After that, the monk's expression remained unchanged: "Spiritual cultivation also requires Spirit Stones."

This made Han Muye smile even more.

He pointed at himself: "Monk, which eye do you see I have 100,000 Spirit Stones?"

The monk shrugged his nose and said, "I smell it."

dog nose.

Han Muye smiled and turned to look at the seven people who were already three feet away.

"People from Zhehuatang, I wonder if you have received 100,000 Spirit Stones for my life?"

The seven people didn't talk to each other at all. Taking a step forward, the seven figures flew up at the same time, and then the long sword stabbed forward.

Seven Sword Rays shone at the same time, turned into petals, and wrapped around Han Muye.

Sword Qi turned into an illusion, and the cold light was cold, with a terrifying halo, covering the top of Han Muye's head.

Han Muye, who was sitting upright, didn't change his expression. The monk opposite showed curiosity. Jia Muhe turned his head, and Lin Shen's hand climbed on the hilt of the sword at some point.

"Thorn-"

A blood-colored petal suddenly flew diagonally, piercing the chest and abdomen of a gray-robed man.

The petals passed through the chest and abdomen, burst open, turned into countless petals, and then surrounded the remaining figures.

When the petals dissipated, only one of the seven people who attacked and killed Han Muye was left.

"Senior Brother Han, how is my flying sword skill?"

The young man with a broken sword in his hand looked up at Han Muye and said with a chuckle.

Flying Foil Swordsmanship, Broken Sword.

Back then, Han Muye had broken the sword in the hands of the young man in front of him, and he knew from the sword that there was a golden lotus here.

Tang Yunhao.

It's only been over a year since Tang Yunhao's swordsmanship and Cultivation Base have changed drastically.

"Okay, it's interesting."

Han Muye looked at Tang Yunhao, nodded and said, "The meaning of picking leaves and flying flowers already exists. The next level is that flowers bloom and fall, and everything turns into swords."

Hearing Han Muye's words, Tang Yunhao's eyes flashed with surprise.

He put away the broken sword in his hand, bowed and said, "Thank you for your guidance."

"As expected of Senior Brother Han."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the monk sitting opposite Han Muye, and then looked at Lin Shen and Jia Muhe.

"Senior Brother Han, can these people be killed?"

When Tang Yunhao looked at himself, Jia Muhe felt that his heart had stopped beating.

The killing intent in this gaze can penetrate the heart.

Lin Shen's expression remained unchanged.

The monk folded his hands together and muttered something in a low voice.

Han Muye shook his head: "It's better not to kill."

Tang Yunhao nodded, stepped forward, squatted down, and looked at Han Muye: "Senior Brother Han, are you here to transform the cloud into the golden lotus?"

Han Muye thought that Tang Yunhao didn't know about this, but it seemed that he still knew.

Han Muye nodded.

Anyway, Tang Yunhao wouldn't know why he knew about Jinlian.

Tang Yunhao turned his attention to the monk.

"This golden lotus was planted by the senior of Xuankong Temple."

The monk folded his hands together and spoke loudly.

Tang Yunhao glanced at him, then turned to look at Han Muye: "Senior Brother Han, do you want to kill this monk?"

This made the monk look stiff.

Han Muye laughed: "Good idea."

The murder was unsuccessful, and a few people moved to sit around and drink.

Leaving the Jianhen cliff, on a leeward rocky beach, wine and meat were placed on a large rock.

"You monk's wine is really strong." After taking a sip, Tang Yunhao grinned.

This appearance made Ben's arm froze as he held the wine glass.

Lin Shen put down the empty glass and said lightly, "You can drink half a glass."

Jia Muhe hurriedly gave him a grateful glance, brought the wine glass closer, and took a small sip.

The wine enters the throat, burning like a flame, passing through the intestines and abdomen.

A dry heat rose from within Dantian.

His Meridians seemed to be scorched by the flames, tormented.

Later, he was dazed, and some couldn't hear Han Muye and the others talking.

Seeing him like this, Tang Yunhao laughed, then looked at Han Muye: "Senior Brother Han, I only want a golden lotus seed."

Han Muye nodded and looked at the monk.

Tang Yunhao also turned to look at him.

After the monk was silent for a while, he nodded and said, "I want one too."

Han Muye did not refuse.

The chance in the world pays attention to the one who sees it.

There is a saying that the opportunities in the world of practice are endless. If you are too greedy, you will cut off the opportunities.

On the other hand, leave a line everywhere, and opportunities are constantly in line.

Reaching a consensus, the four of them ate meat and drank and began to talk.

Tang Yunhao's swordsmanship was reborn after being instructed by Han Muye.

He was ruthless and killed a lot of those who were chasing him.

One of them happened to be seen by people in Feihuatang and recruited him into Feihuatang.

He performed the task without fear of life and death, and soon he was highly regarded by the church.

He also got more resources, and the Cultivation Base increased rapidly.

"This time, Fei Huatang took over your mission to assassinate Senior Brother Han, and it's here again, so I'm here." Tang Yunhao looked at Han Muye: "I know these people won't hurt Senior Brother Han, so I just stopped by."

Speaking of this, he shook his head and said, "When I get the golden lotus seeds, I will leave Feihuatang, they can't find me."

"Why leave?" Han Muye looked at him.

Tang Yunhao was stunned, his eyes fixed on Han Muye, and after a while, he lowered his voice: "Senior Brother Han, do you want me to stay in Feihuatang?"