Only the middle-aged man who had won with one sword was left, holding the sword in his hand and with a hint of pride on his face.

"You want to learn swordsmanship?"

"follow me."

After saying that, he turned around and walked forward.

During the whole process, he didn't care whether Han Muye came to learn swordsmanship or not.

It seemed like he had to learn the sword.

Han Muye shook his head and followed with a chuckle.

Behind, at the corner, the middle-aged swordsman who had been defeated before scattered a handful of Origin Stones and handed them to the onlookers.

"That's a good compliment today. I'll give you an extra source stone."

"Brother Zhu, is my expression on point today? Why don't you give me an extra piece?"

"That kid looks like a rich man at first sight. Your Lu Yue Sword Hall will definitely make a fortune this time."

"Yes, the guy who learned swordsmanship last time earned you hundreds of thousands of Origin Stones."

…

Luyue Sword Hall, this is the name of the sword hall in front of Han Muye.

"My name is Zhang Yu, and I am the owner of this sword hall."

"If you want to practice swordsmanship, you must live here from now on."

The middle-aged man with his hands behind his back turned around and looked at Han Muye, with a look of pride on his face.

"We, the sword cultivators, are invincible at the same level. Those skills of practicing the puppet armor are nothing compared to the sword cultivators like us."

As if he was afraid that Han Muye would not believe it, Zhang Yu took out the sword in his hand and slashed it down, as if it could cut through the three feet of void in front of him.

This sword light can indeed cut through the bodies of war puppets of the same level with one sword.

The power of swordsmanship is like this.

"You see, as we practice, we have swords in our hands and fire in our hearts. If we kill someone, we will get three feet of blood."

Jianhua tried to save her, and Zhang Yulang said in a loud voice: "Those iron and stone war puppets are heavy and clumsy. What's the point?"

The disdain for the war puppets in these words overflowed.

Han Muye nodded.

If the same level of strength is fighting, naturally the sword cultivator can overwhelm anyone, even the war puppet in front cannot resist it.

But fighting puppets is not about one's own strength.

The power of the war puppet is probably several times that of a sword cultivator of the same level, right?

Zhang Yu simply avoided this point on purpose.

"Do I have to pay tuition to learn swordsmanship?" Han Muye looked at Zhang Yu and asked.

"That's natural." Zhang Yu spread his hands, "I won't charge tuition for three years, but after three years, if you want to continue practicing swordsmanship, you will have to charge tuition."

"Of course, three years is just an estimate."

"If you can master the basic swordsmanship of my sword academy in advance, then I can also let you master the truly powerful swordsmanship in advance."

"If you can't master basic swordsmanship in three years, then you have no choice but to leave."

Zhang Yu said, holding his hands behind his back, and walked towards the sword hall.

"I am the owner of the museum here. You have several senior brothers and sisters. I will show you them."

"By the way, you also have an uncle."

The uncle's name is Zhu Yangsheng.

It was the middle-aged man who walked back half a day later and was provoked by Zhang Yu, whose sword flew away.

Han Muye must have known about this for a long time.

He had just seen the memory in the sword, and had already seen through the tricks of Zhang Yu and Zhu Yangsheng.

He came to Luyue Sword Hall because he was a little curious.

He wanted to know how this big city that had long been silent could have the inheritance of the prehistoric universe.

There are indeed a few senior brothers and sisters in the sword hall, but they are all of low strength and have only practiced basic swordsmanship for one or two years.

Zhang Yu looked at these people with extremely disgusted eyes.

However, there are some who have practiced swordsmanship several years ago.

This person is the main financial supporter of the sword hall, and even Zhang Yu doesn't bother him.

Currently in retreat.

Han Muye was arranged to stay at the Luyue Sword Hall, where he would first exercise his muscles and bones, and then learn to draw and sheathe his sword.

Those senior brothers and sisters all started from this step.

"Draw the sword and cut off the incense in front of it. If there is no gray on the sword's edge, you can practice basic swordsmanship."

"Senior brother, I can cut off the incense in three months, and I'm almost ready to master the basic swordsmanship now."

The young man who spoke had an arrogant expression on his face. While giving an example to Han Muye, he looked at a female nun not far away.

The female nun was of average appearance, holding a sword and practicing swordsmanship.

"Junior sister Zuo, do you think I can stop being fragrant in three months?"

The female cultivator turned around to look, did not answer, and went back to practicing her sword skills.

The young man was not angry. He threw the sword to Han Muye and patted his shoulder: "You have to work hard and don't let me down."

"By the way, whoever has the best cultivation talent here is the senior brother. The senior brother is currently in retreat."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the small courtyard.

As soon as he turned around, Han Muye had already slashed out with his sword, wiping out the stars on the incense stick in front of him.

This sword made the senior brother beside him stop in his tracks.

Within a moment, Zhang Yu and Zhu Yangsheng also arrived.

"Have you ever practiced swordsmanship before?"

"Are you really talented?"

"Try one more sword strike."

Han Muye cut off ten incense sticks in total.

The result was that Zhang Yu waved his hand excitedly and asked Han Muye to practice with him tomorrow.

Zhu Yangsheng had some opinions and wanted to have a good fight with Zhang Yu for the opportunity to teach Han Muye.

The next day, two guys with bruises and swollen faces appeared in the small courtyard, and then they had to teach Han Muye how to practice basic swordsmanship.

"A sword is for stabbing."

"No one can stop this direct thrust."

Zhang Yu thrust out the sword in his hand, bringing with it a cyan sword wind.

"No, we practice to hide our front."

"You are the strongest when you have a sword in your hand."

Zhu Yangsheng looked serious as he held the hilt of the sword.

He only held the sword but did not draw it out of its sheath.

It is a very traditional concept of kendo practice.

These two are the most basic practice principles for sword cultivation in the prehistoric universe.

Whenever there is a sword in the heart, the sword in the hand and the sword in the heart can become one.

Han Muye clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, and then stabbed out with the sword.

This sword made Zhang Yu and Zhu Yangsheng's eyes brighten.

"Draw your sword firmly."

"Is this the natural swordshin?"

"I remember my master said back then that some people are born to practice swordsmanship."

…

Han Muye spent two months cultivating in the Lu Yue Sword Hall and took out almost everything belonging to Zhang Yu and Zhu Yangsheng.

Their swordsmanship is no longer as good as Han Muye's.

This makes them very embarrassed.
To be continued...