Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

The shopkeeper's hand, clasped Han Muye's palm tightly.

Han Muye slowly withdrew his hand, and the light in his palm disappeared in a flash.

A piece of mid-grade Spirit Stones, not bad.

"This sword is three feet two inches long, weighs twelve catties and eight taels, and is doped with white dyed gold."

Han Muye's voice stopped, and the shopkeeper looked at him nervously.

"White-dyed gold is the most resilient. The body of this sword can withstand heavy pressure, and it is considered to be the top grade among ordinary tools."

"It's just for Senior Sister Lu. This sword has a longer edge, but it's suitable for sword cultivators who are eight feet tall. It should be able to take advantage of the length of the sword."

As Han Muye's voice fell, the eyes of those practitioners who were around eight feet tall all lit up.

The top grade in the utensils.

Such swords are hard to come across.

The shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Han Muye with a hint of gratitude.

One hundred Spirit Stones, still effective.

"Cough, this senior, what do you think the price of this sword is appropriate?" A middle-aged 40-year-old wearing a blue-gray military uniform with a square face stepped forward and cupped hands towards Han Muye.

Han Muye turned his head, and there was a hint of anxiety in the shopkeeper's eyes.

"If such swords are on Jiuxuan Mountain, fifty meritorious deeds are required to exchange them. In this market, the price is naturally more expensive."

"Eight thousand Spirit Stones may come out?" Han Muye pondered for a while, and said lightly.

Eight thousand Spirit Stones.

There was a flash of pain on the shopkeeper's face, but he still nodded.

The big man who said it was happy, cupped hands towards Han Muye, and offered a piece of Chinese Spirit Stones with both hands.

"Thank you, brother, for your pointers."

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at the shopkeeper: "Manager He, I want this sword."

Eight thousand Spirit Stones bought the sword.

Without Han Muye's review, this sword would be priced at 18,000.

Several other practitioners who wanted to buy swords showed regret on their faces, and then looked at Han Muye curiously, waiting for him to comment on the next sword.

Another piece of mid-grade Spirit Stones.

Lu Qingping, who was standing behind Han Muye, could see it clearly. After a while, Han Muye had already received two pieces of mid-grade Spirit Stones.

The skill of this sword watcher is really too profitable.

Could it be that Brother Zhenxiong can do this too?

She felt a heat in her heart.

If Brother Zhenxiong is rich in this method, can he find a good sword today?

However, if it really cost Brother Zhenxiong too much Spirit Stones, how can this kindness be paid back...

For a while, Lu Qingping only felt that her heart was messy and her expectations were complicated.

The shopkeeper didn't expect that Han Muye's sword was not chosen, but it became a business first. The pain and smile on his face were superimposed, and his expression was very strange.

Han Muye reached for the next sword.

Everyone on the second floor held their breath and waited.

"This sword is three feet long and weighs nine catties and one tael. The blade is thin and light, mixed with black ice and spirit iron, and the body of the sword is sharp. It is a rare good sword."

"However, this sword is too cold, and it is not suitable for young female cultivators. It is a good choice for those male cultivators with strong qi and blood, and their swordsmanship tends to be agile and weird."

As soon as Han Muye finished speaking, two people stepped forward.

One is an old man who is about 50 years old, and the other is a young man who is less than 30 years old.

"Fellow daoist, Lu Mingchuan, the head of the Lu family in Xiafuyuan County, I don't know what the price of this sword is from fellow daoist?"

The old man cupped his hands to Han Muye and whispered.

On the other side, the young man in black suit bowed and said, "Please tell me, senior brother, whether this sword is suitable for me."

As he spoke, he spread out his hands, revealing a section of cyan bamboo root.

"I saw that my brother brought the elixir. I have a piece of the root of the Frostling Bamboo. I would like to give it to my brother."

Defrost Spirit Bamboo, the name of this elixir, Han Muye, has an impression. It is a good elixir, and the price does not seem to be cheap.

"Junior Brother Han, the root of the Frostling Bamboo is an elixir that can be used." Lu Qingping, who was standing behind Han Muye, suddenly said.

can be used.

That is, in refining and increasing Shouyuan Medicine Pill, this medicine can be used.

The elixir needed to increase Shouyuan Medicine Pill is not cheap, and even the dispensing of it requires hundreds of Spirit Stones.

Han Muye nodded, took the elixir, and said, "If you trust me, let me see how you can practice swordsmanship."

Once you have taken things from people, you can't be perfunctory. You can choose swords after seeing sword moves. Only swords and people can be more compatible.

Practice swordsmanship?

The young man was slightly taken aback.

Just by practicing swordsmanship once, I am not afraid that someone will steal it.

After all, there is no one in the world with such savvy, who can learn other people's swordsmanship at a glance.

But practicing swordsmanship in front of so many people is somewhat of a danger of revealing one's own practice.

He pondered for a moment, drew out the long sword from his waist, and made a light mistake under his feet, and Sword Ray swung around.

That movement is moving between the square and the inch, and it really looks like a few vertical and horizontal. After seven or eight moves, Han Muye suddenly said, "Enough."

The youth's long sword was taken away, and he looked at Han Muye.

In Han Muye's mind, the youth's Sword Ray has not stopped.

Sword Ray was chaotic with a series of agility, and the halo flowed until it burst into the sky.

Flowers bloom and fall, flying flowers pick leaves.

Comprehend swordsmanship, Feihua.

Inherited swordsmanship of non-kendo sects, there is no level marked.

However, this set of swordsmanship is really quite good.

Han Muye turned his head and looked at the head of the Lu family who just said, "The price of this sword should be less than 10,000 Spirit Stones."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the young man practicing swordsmanship and said, "It's useless for you to change swords with light. You practiced the swordsmanship wrong."

Did you practice wrong?

The young man was stunned.

All the practitioners on the second floor looked blank.

Just now they saw that the swordsmanship was really gorgeous, and most of them felt that they were not the opponents of this young man.

Even Lu Qingping felt that his swordsmanship was not much stronger than the opponent's.

But in the eyes of Junior Brother Han, such swordsmanship is actually wrong?

Does he really understand, or does he pretend to understand?

Han Muye looked at the remaining swords again, but after a while, he looked at two more swords, and commented a few words casually.

Just seeing the young man in a daze, the others were excited about the sword and hesitated.

If I were to say this to myself, I'm afraid Dao heart would be damaged.

"Kuraga-"

The next time, Han Muye drew his sword out of the sheath, pulled a few sword flowers, and said with a chuckle, "Senior Sister Lu, just use this one."

Lu Qingping's eyes lit up.

When she chose this sword just now, she felt that it was very suitable.

It's just that this sword is very agile, the Sword Ray on it is translucent, and it is clearly a semi-spiritual weapon.

Such a good sword must have an unimaginable price.

"Junior Brother Han, I'm afraid this sword is not suitable..." Lu Qingping whispered.

Han Muye put his long sword back into its sheath, and then said, "This sword weighs nine jins and five taels. It is thin and sharp. It is rare that it is mixed with light iron. It can be infused with Spiritual Qi to make the sword lighter."

"This sword is suitable for the swordsmanship inheritance of your Qingfengguan, Senior Sister Lu."

Good sword, suitable.

The smile on the shopkeeper's face is even better.

Lu Qingping's expression became more complicated.

It's suitable, it doesn't have to be really suitable...

She didn't even dare to think about the price of this sword.

"Junior Brother Han, let's take a look..." Lu Qingping's words were interrupted by Han Muye raising his hand.

"That's it." Han Muye raised his hand, and two shiny Spirit Stones fell into the shopkeeper's arms.

"Don't raise the price, 20,000 Spirit Stones, you won't lose at this price."

20,000 Spirit Stones!

The two bright Spirit Stones are top-grade Spirit Stones, and one piece is worth 10,000 low-grade Spirit Stones.

A long sword, 20,000 Spirit Stones.

That's a lot of money!

The shopkeeper held two pieces of Spirit Stones in his hands, the corners of his mouth twitched, and a smile appeared on his face: "Senior brother, you, your price is hard enough..."

Han Muye picked up the long sword, turned and handed it to Lu Qingping.

Lu Qingping reached out to take it subconsciously, touched the long sword, felt that the sword was hot, and wanted to push it back, but Han Muye had let go and went downstairs.

The others upstairs looked at the swords that Han Muye had seen, and at the young man in black who was standing in the same place with changing expressions, all at a loss.

The shopkeeper wanted Han Muye to re-evaluate the long swords at the back. He raised his head, Han Muye and Lu Qingping had already left.

"This senior brother, is really amazing..." The shopkeeper looked at the entrance of the stairs and whispered.

The others also nodded slightly.

Until Han Muye left the store, Lu Qingping, who was holding the long sword, was still in a trance.

20,000 Spirit Stones, bought this long sword called Liuhong.

20,000 Spirit Stones, how many years can I save 20,000 Spirit Stones?

"Junior Brother Han, this sword, this sword..." Lu Qingping didn't know what to say.

She can't afford this sword.

"Senior Sister Lu, you remember, this is the love of the sixth brother."

Han Muye, who was walking in front, did not look back and said lightly.

Behind him, Lu Qingping held the long sword tightly, bit his lip, and did not speak.

As soon as he walked out of the store, a figure stood in front of Han Muye.