Max-Level Comprehension – Sixty Years of Sword Watch

2022-03-10

Chapter 72 The new sword forged into the pavilion

In the front row, the Flower Severing Sword Sect old man turned his head and looked at Han Muye, A tinge of discoloration appeared on his face.

“Hehe, you can talk about it, why do you say Fu Zhou was wronged?”

First, he affirmed Qi Tao’s strength, and now he said that Fu Zhou was wronged.

Everyone wondered if Han Muye really saw something, or was he trying to impress people?

Han Muye looked towards Fu Zhou, reached out and picked up the booklet lightly said with a smile: “According to the record, Fu Zhou and Qi Tao’s battle strength are indeed equal, in the battle just now, Fu Zhou also showed his own strength .”

These words made the audience watching Disciple nodded.

Qi Tao won, but Fu Zhou lost was not unable to withstand a single blow.

Fu Zhou glanced at Han Muye gratefully.

Han Muye said loudly again: “You lost, you lost in the heart.”

Fu Zhou trembled, and just looked up, he heard Han Muye indifferently said: “Flower Severing Sword Sect and Night Yang Sect are adjacent to each other and have a good relationship. Thinking about the tragic defeat of Disciple by Night Yang Sect just now makes you scared.”

Speaking of this, Han Muye shook his head, as if he was Saying to Fu Zhou seems to be saying to others, but also to himself: “On the road of Cultivation, it is best to avoid both ends, and the heart is not firm, terrified and over-cautious, and in the end, both sides are not flattering.”

On the high platform, Fu Zhou’s face was pale, he cupped his hands, turned and walked down the platform.

Some of the Disciples in the audience were slightly demoted, while others were full of doubts.

Han Muye’s words are too broad.

But the meaning seems to be beating on Fu Zhou, saying that he is not good at temperament on Cultivation and is not firm.

Flower Severing Sword Sect The old man looked a little unsightly and turned around.

Han Muye turned his head and looked towards Zhao Pu and Tuoba Cheng beside him.

Zhao Pu looked blank, Tuoba Cheng nodded slightly.

All right.

Han Muye sighed and sat back in his seat.

Flower Severing Sword Sect, seen from Qin Yuanhe’s saber memory, is an earlier sect than Night Yang Sect took refuge in Supreme Spirit Sword Sect.

Night Yang Sect was instigated by Flower Severing Sword Sect.

In the battle just now, Fu Zhou was clearly not much worse than Qi Tao in battle strength, but he was terrified and over-cautious. Qi Tao chose the long sword after more than a dozen moves, obviously he had no fighting intent.

Han Muye guessed that Fu Zhou knew that dao sect made a choice and knew that dao sect betrayed the Nine Mysteries Sword Sect, so he was worried about the sword fight.

After all, this is Nine Mysteries Mountain. If Nine Mysteries Sword Sect knew that Flower Severing Sword Sect betrayed, none of the people they came this time would be able to escape.

Looking at this Fu Zhou temperament is not firm, maybe it is a breakthrough.

Just now, he also gave Tuoba Cheng a reminder by commenting on Fu Zhou.

Night Yang Sect has a good relationship with Flower Severing Sword Sect. This is obvious enough. He also said that Fu Zhou has two ends, and the last two sides are unflattering. Tuoba Cheng has definitely understood it.

……

On the high platform, two more white robed youths stood opposite each other.

“Let’s talk about what the battle will be like.”

Tuoba Cheng’s voice sounded again.

Zhao Pu turned his head and looked towards Han Muye, with an expression of taking pleasure in other people’s misfortune on his face.

This kind of thing is okay one or two times, don’t you get tired after doing too much?

Han Muye sighed in his heart and spread out the book in his hand.

“I guess Guangyue Jianmen Qian Kaishen will lose in this battle.”

“In this battle, Night Yang Sect Disciple has no fighting spirit, so I’m afraid there is no chance of winning.”

“The Sun Family in Fucheng has a better chance of winning in this battle.”

……

In every battle that followed, Han Muye made guesses.

The results of every battle were not much different from what he said.

The various sects powerhouse in the front row are already whispering about what Han Muye really is.

Zhao Pu has also been completely lost.

“When—”

On the high platform, Lin Yuxia picked up the opponent’s sword with one sword, then turned and looked towards Han Muye.

“Senior Brother Han, tell me, how is my sword technique?”

On stage, Han Muye shook his head and said indifferently: “It’s good to win, you are better than him. The cultivation base is high, and the sword technique is much more profound, so there is nothing to show off.”

Lin Yuxia’s face turned red, the long sword was sheathed, and he turned around and left.

Han Muye took a fancy to the young man who picked up the long sword and was about to step down, and said, “Your sword technique is not worthy of your Cultivation innate talent, if you have a sword with the same battle strength technique, you won’t lose.”

Hearing Han Muye’s words, the young man turned around and bowed to Han Muye, and said in a low voice, “Taoshan many thanks to Senior Brother’s guidance.”

Lin Yuxia, who left the stage, gritted his teeth.

——————

When the sun turns westward, today’s battle is over.

Tuoba Cheng stood up and looked towards Han Muye.

“Zhao Pu said you comprehended the White Tiger picture scroll, tell me, what did you realize?”

This sentence made Zhao Pu, who had just stood up, startled and widened. Eye.

Could it be that Master deliberately borrowed Brother Han’s mouth to tell himself the secret of the White Tiger Chart volume?

Han Muye glanced at Zhao Pu and said in a low voice, “I realized that if we want to tiger roaring at mountains and forests, we must have the strength to coerce all beasts.”

“On this White Tiger Chart volume, there is still a little bit of strength.”

Almost strength!

Zhao Pu’s eyelids jumped.

This is provocation!

This is a dissatisfaction with today’s Master’s constant test!

Zhao Pu could feel that the Master behind him was like a tiger suppressing his anger, and it seemed that it might erupt at any time.

It’s just that he didn’t wait for Tuoba Cheng to break out, but heard Tuoba Cheng indifferently ask: “Then what do you think is strength?”

Han Muye bowed slightly , said in a low voice: “Fierce Tiger Descends the Mountain, from the scenery, all animals acknowledge allegiance, Martial Uncle still lacks a chance.”

Tuoba Cheng has carried his sword intent with White Tiger Chart for so many years, It is clearly waiting for the opportunity to step out one step at a time and condense into a sword.

It’s just this opportunity, and I don’t know when it will come.

Tuoba Cheng narrowed his eyes and looked at Han Muye quietly. After a while, hehe smiled, then turned and left.

“Unfortunately…”

His voice came.

Zhao Pu was at a loss.

He doesn’t know what the pity of his Master is.

Han Muye didn’t know whether Tuoba Cheng was a pity that his chance didn’t come, or it was a pity that Han Muye couldn’t worship at the Three Stones House.

Looking up towards Han Muye, Zhao Pu whispered a little nervously: “Brother Han, that, White Tiger Chart volume, so hard to understand?”

Just now Han Muye and Master Tuoba Cheng’s conversation, he didn’t understand a word.

This was a blow to him who wanted to understand the White Tiger Chart.

“It’s not too difficult, but it might need to be turned in a different direction to understand.” Han Muye shook his head, then smiled and said, “How about I tell Senior Brother Zhao your method directly?”

Zhao Pu’s complexion changed, and he finally shook his head: “Let’s talk about it later…”

When Han Muye returned to Sword Pavilion, Old Six Huang impatiently approached.

“How is it?”

“How is it?”

Han Muye smiled and told him the order arranged by Zhao Pu.

He was relieved when he heard that Zhao Pu had already made arrangements to ensure that Lu Qingping would not lose in ten games.

“Sixth Brother, go and see these few days, I’ll come to see Sword Pavilion.”

Han Muye patted Old Six Huang on the shoulder.

Old Six Huang was just about to refuse when Han Muye whispered: “Tomorrow morning there will be a fight with Six Sisters.”

Old Six Huang was shocked, and gently nominated .

He really wanted to see it.

Han Muye returned to the quiet room, looked up towards the White Tiger Chart scroll, and meditated quietly.

The imposing manner of the tiger in his mind is still monstrous, just a light roar can make his Divine Soul oscillate, causing Qi Sea sword intent to surge.

When he turned his head in the complexion pale, he found that although Divine Soul was a little damaged, it was more condensed.

This is a method of Cultivation Divine Soul?

Han Muye felt that Raising Sword Art caused sword Qi inside the body to be painful to death, and visualizing the White Tiger Chart volume was another Divine Soul vibration.

Are you in Cultivation, or are you looking for abuse?

Sitting cross-legged on the wooden couch, he extended the hand.

In the palm, a cloud of ice cold aura of light azure rises.

Spells.

The ice cold dissipated, and the flames rose again.

The biggest gain today is the comprehended so many spells.

Fire, wind scroll, cloud gas, ice arrow…

Various spells are converted, and finally disperse.

“With all kinds of magic techniques, how can you defeat a sword?”

Lying on the wooden couch with his eyes closed, Han Muye slowly closed his eyes.

There is a faint sword qi flow on him.

Unknowingly, there have been hundreds of sword qi that he has nurtured by his own dantian and can be continuously regenerated.

His body skeleton was also covered with a faint silver.

Sword bone.

……

On the second day, Old Six Huang eagerly went to the party venue to watch Lu Qingping fight after breakfast.

Han Muye wipes the long sword in the Sword Pavilion and collects the sword qi.

“The Sword Pavilion is a strong place, outsiders are not allowed to enter.”

At the entrance of Sword Pavilion, Lu Gao’s voice sounded.

“The Aristocratic Family Cao Family, the sword-casting Aristocratic Family, come to send the newly forged 21 swords to the Nine Mysteries Sword Sect Sword Pavilion.”

The newly forged swords into the pavilion?

Han Muye put back the long sword, turned and walked towards the Sword Pavilion.

Coming to business.

I’m really out of water!

Don’t keep books, brothers!

I’m going to make a big story! ! !

(End of this chapter)