Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

The question of the sword pavilion elder is not easy to answer.

You can't answer indiscriminately, and you can't answer truthfully.

"Elder, I originally wanted to be able to enter the Sect to practice. I don't know the role of the swordsman in the sword pavilion. It's a terrible job."

Han Muye took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

Knowing that being a sword watcher almost lost his life, he really wouldn't come to the sword pavilion.

Jiange Elder did not speak, waiting for him to continue.

"Later, when I was wiping my sword, Sword Qi entered my body, that taste..."

Han Muye tried to recall Mo Yuan's expression at that time.

The corners of his mouth are raised, the corners of his eyes are raised, and his fingers are moved.

obscene.

At that time, Mo Yuan said that the taste was like dual culture.

"Cough, just because of this, you absorbed so much Sword Qi and almost exhausted your lifespan?" The Sword Pavilion Elder couldn't seem to resist Han Muye's expression, and asked with a light cough.

Of course it can't be.

Introducing Sword Qi into the body was an accident, and indulging in it means that the mind is not strong.

Jian Xiu, how can you not be firm?

Be hard and firm.

"In the words of Elder, I practiced a swordsmanship under the Outer Sect Mo Yuan's sect."

"It's called Wanjian Guizong."

Han Muye stood up and looked straight ahead.

"Ten thousand swords return to the sect? Outer Sect disciple?" There was a strange look on the face of the Jiange Elder.

"Do you need Sword Qi to enter the body to repair this sword?"

"An Outer Sect disciple, I'm afraid there is no Qi Condensation yet?"

Without Qi Condensation, Sword Qi, who knows the ass, is in the body.

Hearing his words, Han Muye shook his head with admiration in his eyes.

"Master Mo Yuan watched the three ancestors of the sword pavilion take action, one sword was in the air, ten thousand swords were invincible, and tens of thousands of Sword Qi were gathered in one, and I felt it. It took two hundred years to finally create this ten thousand swords and return to the ancestors."

Behind one hand, pointing with the other, looking ahead, thousands of enemies, but one sword.

"Wan, sword, return, zong-"

Han Muye's fingers pointed forward, his eyes were full of light, and it seemed that Sword Qi burst out from his body.

Jiange Elder also seemed to be captured by his aura. After pondering for a long time, he nodded and said: "With two hundred years of work, condensing the power of a sword, this Mo Yuan has a bit of perseverance."

As if remembering something, he said lightly: "My sword pavilion senior shot, the power of a sword is indeed fascinating."

"Yes." Han Muye retracted his fingers and sat back in the seat.

Han Muye knew that his first level was over.

Sure enough, the Jiange Elder did not ask Han Muye any other questions.

"Condensing Sword Qi is somewhat similar to the inheritance of my sword pavilion." A volume of books was spread out in front of the sword pavilion elder, and then he said lightly: "This is sword raising art, you take it back to Insight."

"If you don't understand, you can come and find me."

Keep a sword?

Han Muye reached for it.

"Raising the sword of the Sword Pavilion, nourishing the Sword Qi in the body, and above all, there is also the Sword intent of nourishing the heart, nourishing the immortality of the sword..." The Elder of the Sword Pavilion said this, shaking his head with a wry smile.

"Don't think too much, without thousands of years, you won't be able to cultivate that kind of situation."

"This is the same as the Wanjian Guizong created by your master Mo Yuan. It's all more fantasy than reality."

"In my sword pavilion, there is no one who can condense sword power."

For thousands of years, those in the sword pavilion who can live for more than a year are considered longevity.

Raising swords for thousands of years is indeed a bit fanciful.

"You can pass the level of Sword Qi entering the body, and I will teach you the technique of raising swords. Otherwise, the opportunity has not come, understand?"

When Han Muye went downstairs, the Jiange Elder suddenly said.

Han Muye nodded.

Understand.

If Sword Qi can enter the body and not die, that is his own person.

If you die, you will die.

Back in the quiet room, Han Muye spread out the scroll in front of him.

This scroll is a yellowed silk cloth, with thick handwriting on it, and every stroke is like a sword engraving.

Raising the Sword.

There is not much content on it, but it only explains where Sword Qi came from and how to nurture it.

Having seen the Sword Cultivation Technique, Han Muye understands even more why the Elder of the Sword Pavilion had to carry Sword Qi into his body before passing on his Cultivation Technique.

Without perceiving Sword Qi, without the deep feeling that Sword Qi has poured into my heart, I have no unspeakable involvement with Sword Qi, and I can't cultivate sword art at all.

Turn Sword Qi sharp into mellow, merge into Dantian, and use Sword Qi to cultivate Yuan Qi Condensation.

Crazy things like this can only be found in the inheritance of the sword pavilion.

To cultivate sword art, to Foundation Establishment, you need to use Sword Qi as the foundation, withstand the pain of Sword Qi scraping bones, and condense into sword bones. The body gathers sword bones and can raise Sword intent.

As for the Cultivation Base, you need to use the Sword intent to enlighten the gods and form a sword pill.

A Sword Qi is a pill, and when the sword pill comes out, thousands of swords and weapons all bow their heads.

In the sword raising formula, only the conjecture about forming a sword core is left.

The inheritance of the sword pavilion was built by the elder one of the sword pavilion, but it was only condensed into half a sword bone.

From the founding of the Nine Profound Sword Sect to the present, no one in the sword pavilion has been able to complete the sword.

"This Cultivation Technique is very challenging..."

After reading the sword raising formula, Han Muye smiled.

With this sword raising technique, it is easier to warm up the Sword Qi.

As for condensing the sword bone and forming the sword, although it is far away, as long as you think about it, it can make people warm.

Cultivation I, of course, must become the strongest sword cultivator!

As if feeling his intentions, the eight Sword intents in Qi Sea shook slightly.

Comprehend the art of raising swords.

With the comprehension of the sword art, a trace of Sword Qi scattered around Han Muye's body floated and probed into his body.

"hiss--"

Scrape the bone and cut the meat!

Face contorted, Han Muye insisted through gritted teeth.

This is the correct way for Sword Qi to enter the body.

The broken Sword Qi was thin and light, and after entering the body, every inch of skin raged, and finally penetrated into the Meridians.

This time, it was a hundred times more painful than before.

These uncontrolled Sword Qi pierce through the veins, seemingly to sever all Meridians.

When a universe was running, all Sword Qi fell into Dantian and walked around, then merged into Qi Sea, turned into a light blue Sword Qi and slowly rotated and nourished, Han Muye was soaked all over.

If this Sword Qi enters the body, it will be tortured like this. If it is condensed into a Sword Intent, wouldn't it have to be tortured 128,000 times?

Han Muye somewhat admired those Jiange seniors.

Really masochists!

Looking into it, he found that Spiritual Qi in Dantian was half absorbed by Sword Qi.

This Sword Qi is still a big eater of Spiritual Qi.

However, he also found the difference between this Sword Qi and other Sword Qi.

This Sword Qi is clearly more agile and clear, and the connection with him seems to be more intimate.

Not daring to absorb more Sword Qi, he carried the Sword Qi back to Meridians according to the Cultivation Technique in Sword Raising Technique, and walked between Dantian and Qi Sea.

Sword Qi left Qi Sea, and Han Muye's expression changed.

"what……"

Cool!

At this time, Sword Qi was as gentle as water, icy and moist, walking in the muscles and veins, as if stroking gently with small hands.

That taste.

dual cultivation.

Han Muye remembered the word.

Sword Qi rushed into Dantian, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Pei Yuan.

Finally, this time, he stepped into the Peiyuan period with Sword Qi and truly embarked on the road of cultivation.

He slept soundly that night.

The next morning, Huang Laoliu looked at Han Muye with a strange look.

The two washed and practiced, and after breakfast, they sat in front of the long desk and closed their eyes.

This is the main business of Jiange.

Guard the sword pavilion.

"Senior brother, you can count as back to the sword pavilion."

At noon, a voice woke up Han Muye, who was sleeping with his eyes closed.

Opening his eyes, the master Su Zhen, who was wearing a white dress with a face like a peach blossom, was standing outside the sword pavilion.

Han Muye turned his head subconsciously to his side.

Huang Laoliu narrowed his eyes.

"Jiange rules, non-Jiange people are not allowed to enter."

At the door, Bai Suzhen covered her mouth and smiled.

"This senior brother is really dedicated. I think you have a yellow face and a hunchback. There are several good medicines for waist treatment in my shop. Would you like to bring you a few?"

Huang Lao Liu's face changed from red to white, and he snorted coldly.

Sixth brother's waist, really not good?

Han Muye walked to the door and whispered, "Don't talk nonsense, why are you looking for me?"

Bai Suzhen smiled and said, "Of course I miss you—"

Before she could finish her sentence, Han Muye turned to leave, and Bai Suzhen hurriedly changed her words: "I want to do business with you!"