Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

Han Muye stood there, ignoring him.

The last time Cao Pei came, he could call someone directly.

This time, the Jiange Elder is not there.

Han Muye suspected that the old man of the Cao family came here on purpose because he knew that the Elder Jiange was not there.

Seeing that his own words were ignored by Han Muye, the young man's expression became even more angry.

"Today my ancestor of the Cao family came to deliver the sword in person. If you don't check the reason, you will come out. In the future, you will not want to bring another sword from my Cao family."

The youth took a step forward and pointed at Han Muye.

Huang Lao Liu's smile converged, and he slowly straightened up.

He looked at Cao Anchun with his hands behind his back, and at the group of young men holding swords behind Cao Anchun.

"Patriarch Cao, is this really a gift?" Huang Laoliu's expression became solemn.

The elder of the sword pavilion is not there, and in the sword pavilion, he should be in front.

Cao Anchun nodded, looked at Han Muye on the stage and said, "I will send it after the inspection is clear."

Han Muye also narrowed his eyes and looked at the wooden boxes that were being held.

Even through the wooden box, he could feel the strong Sword Qi in it.

Such Sword Qi shows that every sword is a treasure.

It also means that these swords are powerful, in which Sword Qi flourishes.

Last time, the town-style sword of the Sanqin Sword Sect, a mid-grade spiritual weapon, Jiange Elder said, whether it was Han Muye or Huang Laoliu, they couldn't handle it.

Are the swords in front of you of that level?

"Brother, my Cao family makes a living by refining weapons. Swords are our face and our lifeblood." The girl standing beside Cao Anchun looked at Han Muye and said in a low voice.

"Jiu Xuan Jianmen retreated my Cao family's sword, which is hitting my Cao family's face and breaking my Cao family's lifeline."

The girl's expression was also solemn. She looked at Han Muye and lowered her voice: "Today, if you can admit your mistake in front of my grandfather, and give justice to my Cao family, this matter may be passed."

"The errand of your sword pavilion watcher can also be preserved."

admit wrong.

Admit yourself wrong.

A smile appeared on Han Muye's face.

It's not hard for him to admit he was wrong.

But what he represents now is the sword pavilion...

"This is Miss Sun of the Cao family. I heard that Miss Sun is a genius in craftsmanship and the brightest pearl of the Cao family." Just as Han Muye was about to speak, Huang Laoliu's voice sounded.

Huang Laoliu glanced at Han Muye, shook his head, then walked to the center of the stone steps, raised his hand and said, "Miss Cao, you should know that your Cao family wants face, and I also want to be in Jiange."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Cao Anchun in front of him, cupped his hands, and said lightly, "Since the Cao family sent the sword, then I, Huang Zhenxiong, will welcome the sword and enter the pavilion."

"Sword come."

Cao Anchun narrowed his eyes and glanced at Huang Laoliu, raised his hand and waved lightly.

Standing behind him, Cao Pei stepped forward with a wooden box in his hand.

"Liu brother, take it easy..." Cao Pei glanced at Huang Laoliu and whispered.

Huang Laoliu grinned and stretched out his hand to open the wooden box in front of him.

The wooden box was opened, and a fierce Sword Qi burst out in an instant.

The cold Sword Qi made the surrounding air seem cold.

"Good sword."

Huang Lao Liu's eyes flashed, he took a deep breath, then stretched out his hand and slowly held the long sword in front of him.

This sword looks simple and elegant, with a bronze-colored body, and a faint cloud pattern on the scabbard.

Huang Laoliu held the long sword in his hand and trembled all over.

"Swords tempered with ice-cold stones, no matter how rotten they are, they can still be a meditative ornament."

Huang Laoliu spoke lightly, then put his hand on the hilt of the sword and held it tightly.

At this moment, a strange aura rose from his body.

Condensation Sword Art!

"Om-"

With a radius of three feet, all the swords vibrated softly.

The swords in the wooden box seemed to jump out of it.

"A rare sword watcher, no wonder Senior Brother Gao can safely escape." Cao Anchun looked at Huang Lao Liu and said in a low voice.

Huang Laoliu looked at him, smiled lightly, and then pressed his fingers hard. "Kuraga-"

The long sword slowly unsheathed.

The cold breath permeated out.

"It seems that not only was the ice cold stone used for quenching, but it was infiltrated with the water of a thousand-year cold pool nine times during the quenching."

The icy aura emanating from the sword made the back of Huang Lao Liu's hands covered with frost, his expression remained unchanged, and he pulled out the long sword from the scabbard.

"Om-"

The long sword shook, and he slowly released his palm.

The long sword hung quietly in front of him, and the blue light flowed on it.

Han Muye remembered that Huang Laoliu told him the cultivation method of Ningjianjue.

Focus on the sword.

Soul Sword.

No wonder Huang Laoliu was able to be a sword watcher in Jiange for seven years.

His divine soul power is already capable of commanding swords.

With these means, plus a good sword, it is easier to challenge the challenge than to drink water.

The expressions on Cao Anchun and the young men and women around him changed slightly.

They are all swordsmen, so they naturally know what the means of Divine Soul Yujian means.

Huang Laoliu turned his head and grinned at the young man who pointed his finger at Han Muye before: "Boy, do you know that killing you is like killing a chicken like me, a sword watcher who can live for a long time."

The voice fell, the sword moved!

"call out--"

The long sword that no one mastered flashed and wiped the young man's neck, bringing up a few broken hairs and a bloodshot.

"Kuraga-"

The long sword is sheathed.

Huang Laoliu put the sword back and said indifferently, "Everything is of the highest quality."

The young man beside Cao Anchun's face was pale, and he reached out to touch his neck, his fingers trembling.

"What are you shaking?" Huang Laoliu said coldly, "Can I still kill you in front of your old man?"

"That's the sweetness."

After speaking, he turned to look at Cao Anchun again, with a smile on his face: "Cao family master, it's not me who said, your Cao family or Miss Sun has a good temperament and talent, and it will definitely become a big one in the future."

The girl standing beside Cao Anchun did not change her expression at all.

Cao Anchun didn't speak, just waved his hand again.

Another sword was sent to Huang Lao Liu.

Huang Lao Liu smiled and raised his hand to grab the long sword.

The fiery Sword Qi stirred up his fluffy gray hair, making his hand gripping the sword look pale.

He stretched out his finger and flicked, and the long sword vibrated.

Huang Laoliu closed his eyes and wrapped the long sword with his breath.

"Amazing, this sword is already the top grade among the semi-spiritual weapons, and it's barely qualified to be sent to the second floor of the sword pavilion."

He opened his eyes, the light in his eyes was deep, but his face became paler and paler.

"Come again."

The long sword was returned to its sheath, and he shouted loudly.

Another wooden box was sent to Huang Lao Liu.

"Sixth brother, forget it, you can't bear it." Cao Pei whispered.

Huang Laoliu narrowed his eyes and looked at the silent head of the Cao family in front of him.

"Hey, I am a swordsman in the sword pavilion. I can't carry anything. The only thing I can hold is the sword."

Opening the wooden box, Huang Laoliu reached out and grabbed the blue long sword with a sheath.

"Sixth brother, let me come."

At this moment, Han Muye, who had never spoken, took a step and stood in front of Huang Lao Liu.

Huang Lao Liu shook his head and said in a low voice, "It's alright, Brother Six, I can still hold on, but go back to sleep for two days."

After speaking, he reached for the sword.

Han Muye stopped his arm, then looked at the sword in front of him, and said lightly: "I guessed right, there are six swords here that I returned, right?"

"I'm also curious, what means did you use to turn a few waste swords into treasures."

The voice fell, and his hand was on the hilt of the blue sheathed long sword.