Everyone in the Liantian Sect's main hall was silent.

Even the sect leader Duan Tianfeng had a complicated expression at this time.

The path he imagined for Han Muye would be to practice in the Tian Lian Sect, constantly surpassing his predecessors in the art of refining weapons, and making every elite bow down.

Han Muye should have become a rising star in the world of weapon refining with his overwhelming momentum.

Therefore, Han Muye was in no hurry to study in seclusion on Jiuxuan Peak.

It doesn't matter to him whether outsiders urge him or say what he says.

He believed that Han Muye's talent would be accumulated over time.

Looking at it now, Han Muye really did not disappoint him.

It's just that this method of showing one's own strength and talent is really weird.

"Where is he going?" someone whispered in the hall.

In the light curtain, Han Muye left the Heyu Sword Sect and quickly flew away in one direction.

"Over there, it seems to be the direction of the mountain gate of Yunming Jianmen?"

"He, he wants to finish this sword sharpening thing to the end?"

In the main hall, the two Tianlian Sect elders looked a little gloomy.

Practicing the art of weapon refining does not mean that you cannot have some means of sharpening swords.

It's just that for a weapon refining master, weapon refining is more noble than such auxiliary means.

All along, people who need to refine weapons have always come to the door with spiritual materials and pay high prices to entrust the refiners to refine the weapons.

Whether it’s the Tianlian Sect or the Tiantian Sect, it’s all like this.

Weapon refiner, shouldn't you care about face?

How can I take the initiative to come to you?

"Han Muye of the Liantian Sect came to visit Yunming Jianmen."

Between the rolling mountains, there are swords blazing into the sky.

On top of the mountains are tall palaces.

"A disciple of the Liantian Sect?"

"Han Muye? Where have you heard this name before?"

Outside the tall mountain gate, two young men carrying long swords looked at Han Muye with a trace of doubt on their faces.

"Han Muye? But the one who has been studying in the Tiantian Sect for thirty years and claims that as long as he comes out of the mountain, he will become the strongest genius in the world of weapon refining?"

A young man wearing a green robe and carrying a long sword flew down and looked at Han Muye, with a look of curiosity on his face.

"Fellow Daoist Han, you came to my Yunming Sword Sect to recruit people to protect the Dao?"

The person who protects the way.

The weapon refiner's combat power is relatively weak, so most of them will recruit strong guardians to follow them.

Sword cultivators, because of their temperament and combat prowess, have always been the favorite guardians recruited by weapon refiners.

Hearing this young man's words, Han Muye shook his head.

Not recruiting guardians?

The young man's eyes fell on the scabbard of the sword that Han Muye was carrying.

So ugly.

ugly?

His heart moved.

Isn't it weird for a junior elite who has high hopes from the Liantian Sect to carry such an ugly scabbard?

For disciples of the Liantian Sect, it is not difficult to make this scabbard exquisite, right?

"I heard that many masters of weapon refining will send the treasures they refine to the hands of destined people for foster care."

The young man looked at Han Muye, his eyes sparkling with excitement: "I am Zhu Xuyuan of the Yunming Sword Sect, and I am willing to foster treasures for fellow Taoists."

The treasures that can be fostered are the best in the world.

If Zhu Xuyuan can get such a treasure, even if he has to pay a huge price for it, it will still be worth it.

After hearing Zhu Xuyuan's words, the two disciples on duty at the sect's mountain gate showed complicated expressions on their faces.

Why didn’t I think of this level myself?

"No, I don't want to foster treasures." Han Muye shook his head again.

Zhu Xuyuan frowned slightly and looked at Han Muye: "Is that fellow Taoist going to refine weapons?"

"Zhu is missing a handy sword."

Han Muye glanced at him, glanced at the long sword behind him, and then shook his head: "You don't need to refine the sword yet."

Zhu Xuyuan was stunned by these words.

Shouldn’t it be up to me to decide whether I need to refine a sword?

Besides, when I said I was short of sword weapons, wasn’t it just to give you face and give you a chance to refine the weapon?

"I want to refine a sword so that I can be prepared. After all, I am about to break through the bottleneck of cultivation..." Zhu Xuyuan felt that Han Muye must have become stupid while studying on Jiuxuan Peak.

He wanted to speak more clearly.

"It's not necessary. It's still early for your cultivation to improve."

"The foundation is not stable, and there is still a lot to be done in the practice of swordsmanship."

Han Muye's voice sounded.

Zhu Xuyuan's face darkened.

Is there anyone who would tell a swordsman to his face that his basic skills are not good?

Isn't this the same as telling a man that he's not good enough in front of him?

"Han Muye, I respect you as the Heaven Refining Sect——" Before Zhu Xuyuan could finish his words, Han Muye suddenly stepped forward.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, Zhu Xuyuan's sword suddenly flew out from behind and landed in his hand.

"Seven levels of tempering, five fires calcining, and nine spirits refining weapons. You are really not worthy of this sword."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and inserted the long sword into the scabbard behind his back.

The sword was taken away?

A swordsman's sword was taken away?

Zhu Xuyuan's face was full of confusion.

Not only him, but the two disciples on duty beside him were also confused.

The powerful weapon refiners who were far away in the Liantian Sect's main hall also showed curiosity on their faces.

"This method of seizing the sword is somewhat interesting."

"This is a simple move. Even those sword cultivators can only do this."

The weapon refiners in front of the light curtain all had smiles on their faces.

In any case, Han Muye is from the Liantian Sect.

Wouldn't it be fun for a disciple of the Liantian Sect to take away a sword cultivator's sword by relying on his own strength?

These successful weapon refiners only find it interesting.

"Give me back my sword!" Zhu Xuyuan, who was in the light curtain, finally came to his senses, shouted loudly, and reached out to grab Han Muye.

But just as he stretched out his palm, a long sword was already unsheathed and stabbed directly at him.

The sword was so fast that before he could retract his palm, the sword had already penetrated his body.

The long sword passed through his heart.

A sword through the heart!

"Can you feel your sword?" Han Muye slowly released his hand and spoke softly.

If your heart is pierced, you will die.

Zhu Xuyuan stretched out his hand to hold the sword, and his eyes slowly fell on the long sword inserted in his chest.

He didn't know how many times he had practiced this sword and polished it so many times.

But I have never looked at it so carefully.

His eyes were fixed on the sword, and for the first time he felt a trace of emotion coming from the blade of the sword.

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