"The third level of Bibo Swordsmanship?" Han Muye whispered.

Bibo Swordsmanship has the third level.

The third level already involves sword intent.

Contrary to the initial speculation, Bibo's swordsmanship is still too low-level, and he has no understanding of sword power at the third level.

This is Han Muye's experience after deducing the Bibo Sword.

Among the Nine-Xuan Sword Sect, the swordsmanship involving sword power is at least the Five-Xuan level.

Among the Four Mysterious Swordsmanships, only a few can combine the power of other swordsmanships and then condense the power of the sword.

Even the Five Mysterious Swordsmanship also requires fusion of power.

Fire Vein's prairie fire sword technique requires the help of the power of wind.

Tuoba Cheng's earth-veined White Tiger Sword Power also borrowed the power of the body-training technique to condense the sword power with the general force.

Seeing Han Muye pondering, Yang Shao raised his hand and took out a light yellow book from his arms.

"Brother, this is the mission book I completed, worth ninety merit points."

"This is all I can give now."

Taking a breath, Yang Shao whispered.

Han Muye glanced at the mission books but did not reach out to take them.

"Senior brother, my master went down the mountain to fight at the Fengling Sword Sect's headquarters, and most of my disciples from Santan Pavilion went there."

"When it's my turn to go there, I'll be able to earn merit."

"Senior brother, tell me what price you want. When I return to the mountain, I will return the merit to you."

Yang Shao held the mission book, a trace of anxiety flashed across his face, and whispered.

He can't be impatient.

Plans cannot keep up with changes.

At the beginning, his master, Xu Haosheng, the elder of Santan Pavilion, said that he would be accepted as a closed disciple. As long as he understood the third level of Bibo Swordsmanship within three years, he would get a true successor for him.

That values ​​his understanding and is a long-term investment.

But now that the war has begun, combat power is the most important thing.

In Santan Pavilion, Su Yunsheng's fighting prowess was overwhelming and he was the best, earning Santan Pavilion many merits and prestige.

Xu Haosheng also changed his attitude and planned to recommend Su Yunsheng as the true successor.

Yang Shao couldn't bear to part with this position of true successor.

True disciples have the opportunity to enter the spiritual land to practice.

The various resources are skewed, and even the inner disciples cannot compare.

"It's not a question of merit." Han Muye shook his head, looked at Yang Shao, and said softly: "The third level of blue waves, returning to the waveless state of the ancient well, has another dramatic change of surging waves."

"The state of mind at that moment can only be understood if you experience it."

After saying that, he reached out and opened the book on the bookshelf, carefully read the introduction of the exercises on it, and ignored Yang Shao.

"There are no waves in the ancient well, but there are surging waves?"

"Is this possible?"

The expression on Yang Shao's face changed, he cupped his hands towards Han Muye, put away the mission book, and turned around to leave.

He believed that Han Muye would not lie to him.

There is no need to lie to him.

Perhaps, it is really just that he does not have enough mental understanding to understand the third level of Bibo.

The opportunity has not come yet.

Practice, that's it.

Han Muye continued to flip through the book very quickly.

"Jin Yang Jue?"

Opening a book, Han Muye's eyes lit up.

This technique is a blazing technique that condenses spiritual energy and turns it into a blazing sun.

Different from the fire pulse cultivation method, this cultivation method corresponds to the great sun that is inseparable from the growth of all things.

This technique is powerful and magnificent, and it is very useful for training the meridians.

Taking the blank technique, he walked to the receptionist, the green-robed deacon, and Han Muye handed it over.

"Jin Yang Jue?"

The deacon shook his head and whispered: "This technique is incomplete, but an ancient practice."

"You'd better change it to another one."

Ancient times?

Han Muye chuckled and said, "Let me practice it first."

If we don’t figure it out, we’ll just look at it.

Seeing Han Muye's insistence, the green-robed deacon took out a jade plaque and said, "Publish the performance task. Not many people have practiced this technique, so you must be mentally prepared."

"If there is really no one performing the exercises, you can go to the library in the middle of the door and watch the exercises directly."

"But in that case, it's up to you how much you can understand."

No one explains the method, I just read the classics, it really depends on my understanding.

For most practitioners, this kind of practice, the time it takes to understand the exercises, and the various difficulties encountered in the process of deriving the exercises are all headaches.

Han Muye took the jade plaque, walked straight to the corresponding quiet room, and then entered the performance requirements on the jade bi with a familiar routine.

"Quiet room No. 38 seeks to perform Jinyang Jue, and I will be rewarded with one hundred meritorious deeds."

One hundred meritorious deeds and ten thousand spirit stones. This technique is considered expensive among the seventh-level qualifications.

Sure enough, the task was sent out, but no one took it for a long time.

It seems that not many people practice it.

Just when Han Muye was about to give up on the publishing mission and see when he would go to the library to check out the exercises, a light flashed on the stone wall in front of him.

The task has been accepted.

After a moment, a middle-aged man in white robe walked into the quiet room.

I know Han Muye.

Shen Muyang, an elite disciple of the Fire Vein.

In the beginning, it was this acting master who sought swordsmanship to start a prairie fire.

"Do you want to practice Jinyang Jue?" Looking at Han Muye, Shen Muyang said in a deep voice.

Today, Han Muye is not wearing a robe or mask to hide his identity. Naturally, Shen Muyang does not know that the person in front of him is his big creditor.

Han Muye nodded.

"The Golden Yang Jue has been inherited since ancient times. The technique is incomplete and practice is not easy. Do you know this?" Shen Muyang saw Han Muye nodding and spoke again.

Han Muye said softly: "I know."

The mask that concealed his identity could change his voice. At this time, Han Muye's voice had not changed, it was completely different from before.

Shen Muyang was not aware of Han Muye's identity at all, and just nodded and said: "Okay, I will show you the practice formula and practice process of this technique."

After saying this, he trembled, crossed his knees slightly in the air, and then spoke in a low voice.

"Hide the fierceness of Xuanyuan and consolidate the tranquility of the Three Yangs."

"The spirit of luck sank into the valley for nine days and turned into a beautiful forest..."

In Han Muye's mind, a picture of meridians running appeared.

The spiritual energy is poured from the top of the head, and then gathers along the meridians to the Dantian.

The speed and amount of spiritual energy that this Golden Yang Technique operates are several times that of other techniques.

Understand the Golden Yang Technique.

When Shen Muyang finished explaining the technique, Han Muye had already understood it.

"I will explain it to you twice more. Remember, you should not practice this Jinyang Jue for more than two quarters of an hour a day."

"Otherwise, the fierce sun fire energy will burn the meridians, and the spiritual energy in the Dantian will be rolled back, causing the risk of dissipation of power."

Shen Muyang looked at Han Muye, trembled, and started explaining again.

Shen Muyang didn't leave until nearly half an hour later.
To be continued...