The world of Tianxuan covers countless miles and has countless practitioners.
But the recognized place where spiritual practice flourishes is Zhongzhou.
The other four regions, even the East China Sea, which is known to have swordsmanship all over the sky, are not qualified to be compared with Zhongzhou.
Zhongzhou is rich in resources and has prosperous spiritual practices, but has little intersection with the Four Realms.
If you want to go to Zhongzhou from Xijiang, you need to walk through the Tianbi. Even those who practice the realm of alchemy cannot go just when they want to.
In the past, there were practitioners from Zhongzhou who came to Western Xinjiang, but they just disliked the desolation of Western Xinjiang and the thin spiritual energy. They didn't even leave much inheritance, so they left directly.
I am used to living in Zhongzhou. Outside Zhongzhou, it is a wasteland and barbarian land.
Han Muye also didn't expect that this Iron Bull Strength would be related to Zhongzhou's physical training technique.
He told the two elders what Zhao Pu told him, how he got this Iron Bull Strength, and other possible secrets.
"In this way, it is really possible that the secret ruins were left behind by practitioners from Zhongzhou."
Ancestor Tao Ran nodded, looked at Han Muye and said, "I traveled to Western Xinjiang and encountered several secret ruins. When I have the opportunity, I will take you to explore them."
"Practice is not just about immersing yourself in hard work."
Having said this, he turned to look at Huang Laoliu who was aside: "Huang Zhenxiong is not bad. He is neither arrogant nor impetuous. He is also prepared to cultivate his mind in the world of mortals. Once he has an epiphany in the future, his future will be limitless."
Huang Laoliu grinned, then closed it again.
This seemed to be a compliment to him, but it didn't sound very satisfying to me.
Han Muye looked at Huang Laoliu and then at Ancestor Tao Ran.
This old man seems to be in trouble.
There is something wrong with my eyesight.
For more than a month after waking up, Han Muye spent most of his time practicing in a quiet room.
This is the most stable time since he embarked on the path of spiritual practice.
Every day at mealtime, there is naturally good wine and meat, and the elders of Jiange and Patriarch Tao Ran tell some allusions to spiritual practice and all kinds of spiritual practices that have never been heard of before.
On weekdays, sword masters came to the sword pavilion, and the outer sect and the inner sect were very filial. Huang Laoliu and Gao Xiaoxuan took over, and they all received Han Muye's share, which was never less.
In one month, Han Muye collected nearly a thousand spiritual stones from all kinds of filial piety.
Huang Laoliu said proudly that after some time, the sect would select disciples to go to Fengshou Mountain to receive swords, and they would be able to get more money.
He was already planning whether to build a large courtyard or open a shop when he returned to Jinyang.
He looks like a wealthy local man.
In one month, Han Muye's Qi training finally reached the ninth level of Yuan Pei. His body training had already reached the peak of Yuan Yuan. He had deduced several follow-up techniques of Tieniu Jin. Once he broke through to Qi Condensation, he could practice them.
His Xuanyang Jue can be considered a small success, with more than 30,000 sword energy gathered in his dantian.
For these 30,000 sword energy, he spent many times the collected sword energy.
But it's worth it.
The 30,000 sword energy in the dantian can be circulated to the emperor. Even if it is exhausted, as long as a trace of seed is left, it can be warmed and regenerated.
Unlike the sword energy and sword intent absorbed in the air sea before, once they are consumed, they are gone.
In Han Muye's divine treasure, the sword energy condensed by the divine soul is also much richer, swirling and flowing in the divine treasure.
These sword energies can stabilize his soul, and it can also be continuously condensed, making the power of his soul even tougher.
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"Brother Lu, your injury has healed. I've brought Qingling tea for you to try when you're not on duty."
"Teacher Lin, I have the elixir for strengthening the muscles and bones you mentioned last time, and I brought it today."
"Xiao Xuanzi, sister brought you some sweets. Why don't you give Xiaobai a hug for her?"
In front of the sword pavilion, a soft voice came.
"If you don't give it, you want to buy my Xiaobai."
When Han Muye walked out of the sword pavilion, he saw Bai Suzhen handing a handful of candies to Gao Xiaoxuan.
Gao Xiaoxuan had longing in his eyes and a wary look on his face, but the hand holding the white fox slowly stretched out.
"Senior Brother Han, are your injuries healed?"
Seeing Han Muye walking out of the sword pavilion, Bai Suzhen smiled like a flower, raised her hand and said, "Do you want to eat my candy?"
Naturally, Han Muye would not compete with a child for candy.
What's more, he doesn't want to eat Bai Suzhen's candies.
Knowing that Bai Suzhen came to look for him, Han Muye accompanied her on the path outside the Jiange Pavilion.
"Thank you very much, Shopkeeper Bai, for coming to see me. My injury is now healed." Han Muye walked slowly and spoke calmly.
Without Bai Suzhen, the shopkeeper of Zhenlingbao Shop, who sent him thousands of miles away, he would not have been able to reach Luyuan Mountain. Without Bai Suzhen's channels, he would not have been able to accumulate wealth and resources.
Hearing his words, Bai Suzhen chuckled and said: "These days when you have been sleeping and seriously injured, my store's income has been reduced by more than half, so why don't you come here often?"
Han Muye knew she was joking.
Can Bai Suzhen send a spiritual stone to someone who can mobilize powerful people from the earth to see him off?
He probably has other plans to open a shop on Jiuxuan Mountain.
But now Han Muye has looked away and doesn't care about Bai Suzhen's identity and purpose behind it.
It's really not his turn to worry about the sect's affairs.
The layout of the sect master Jin Ze is so interconnected that one move affects the whole body. The name of Jin Ze is well-deserved.
The elder of Jiange was also an old fox with a lot of backup plans, which really made Han Muye think that he was going to die generously and rescued him from thousands of miles away.
Other powerful people, including Tuoba Cheng, are all good at calculating, and none of them are fuel-efficient lamps.
Of course, Han Muye would not really think that Bai Suzhen meant anything special to him.
I am not a person who relies on my face to make a living.
"This time the Jiuxuan Sword Sect has shown its power in this battle, in the next tens or hundreds of years, the nine sects in Western Xinjiang will probably see Jiuxuan and Fengling compete."
Bai Suzhen smiled and said: "Senior Brother Han participated in the whole battle, and he can be regarded as the direct descendant of the elders of Jiange."
"I think the road to spiritual practice in the future will be smooth."
Among the nine sects in Western Xinjiang, excluding the three immovable sects, Fengling Sword Sect was originally the sect leader who stepped into the heavenly realm and overpowered other sects to become the fourth sect in Western Xinjiang.
But who would have thought that the Fengling Sword Sect, which was so ambitious to annex the Tailing Sword Sect, would almost have its backbone broken outside Jiuxuan Mountain.
In the Fourth Heaven Realm of Western Xinjiang, the leader of the Fengling Sword Sect was established, but he almost died at the foot of Jiuxuan Mountain.
Just as Bai Suzhen said, after this battle, the title of the fourth largest sect in Western Xinjiang was really a battle between Fengling Sword Sect and Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! This time, the Jiuxuan Sword Sect’s sword pavilion has once again become famous in Western Xinjiang.
A sword condenses with a sword, and the sword cuts through the sky.
The bold words of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect's Heaven-Destroying Realm shocked the entire Western Border.
The mystery and power of the Sword Watchers in the Sword Pavilion spread throughout the Western Xinjiang cultivation world.
Various stories about sword watchers have been circulated, with countless versions.
No matter what outsiders speculate, within the Jiuxuan Sword Sect, the elders of Jiange have profound cultivation and the inheritance of Jiange is extensive.
In this war, it all depends on Jiange's inheritance to turn the tide.
Jiange's status on Jiuxuan Mountain will naturally increase.
Now Patriarch Tao Ran also lives in Jiange Pavilion. There are two elders in one pavilion, which can be described as Xuanhe.
This is a good thing for Han Muye.
Thinking about it, he came to Jiuxuan Mountain because of his limited qualifications, so he could only go to the Sword Pavilion to be a sword watcher that even the handyman disciple was unwilling to do.
Nowadays, sword watchers have become a popular existence.
As expected, everything in the spiritual world depends on chance.
good fortune.
Bai Suzhen knows a lot of things. She is in a different position than the elders of Jiange and they have many different opinions.
Han Muye will also think when he listens.
The Southern Wilderness invades the Western Border, which is a dangerous situation for all the major sects.
But for many small sects and many masters under the realm of pill formation, it may not be an opportunity to rise.
Just like the Jiuxuan Sword Sect competes with the Fengling Sword Sect, low-level disciples will inevitably be injured, and there will definitely be many who will fight out and become strong.
"Senior Brother Han, you have to get better soon."
Bai Suzhen looked at Han Muye as if looking at a pile of top-quality spiritual stones, her eyes shining.
"Soon, each sect will dispatch masters to garrison in Fengshou Mountain, and the low-level disciples will all start practicing."
"The price of elixirs in the Peiyuan and Qi Condensation stages has increased by 30%."
Lowering her voice, Bai Suzhen couldn't hide her joy: "The price of the best pill has increased by at least 50%, and the supply exceeds demand."
In fact, the supply of top-quality elixirs exceeds demand all the time.
But this time, with the war approaching, the need is indeed greater.
Han Muye also wanted to make elixirs, but after his soul was depleted, he wanted to stabilize it first.
Wealth is ultimately illusory, and only your own strength is real.
Bai Suzhen frowned and said softly: "I'll think of a way to see if I can help senior brother find one or two pills to replenish the soul."
Bai Suzhen is really brave. She even has a way to use this kind of elixir.
After Bai Suzhen left, Han Muye wandered back to Jiange.
"Brother Han, this shopkeeper Bai cares about you." Huang Laoliu stood in front of the stone steps with his hands behind his back, as if he could see through everything.
"It's just that you need to know that you are now the only inheritor of Jiange, and there are two ancestors behind you. You must respect your identity."
Han Muye recalled the time when Huang Laoliu encouraged him to match up with Mu Wan.
This guy himself didn't even have the courage to confess his feelings in front of Lu Qingping, but when he talked about other people's affairs, he spoke clearly and honestly.
"Brother Six, there have been no letters from Sister-in-law Six recently?" Han Muye raised his head and asked.
Huang Laoliu's face froze.
Han Muye walked over with a smile and asked in a low voice: "Brother Six, your Concentration Sword Qi has been used up, do you still need to practice it?"
This question made the expression on Huang Laoliu's face keep changing.
Finally, he shook his head.
"I will live peacefully for three years and be a deacon outside the home. I will inherit the sword pavilion. You are enough."
"When your eldest nephew grows up in the future, I will let him worship under your disciples, and you will teach him how to practice."
Huang Laoliu's eyes were shining.
Many practitioners in the world do not have this brilliance in their eyes.
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June is like a fire, it is extremely hot outside the Jiange, but it is still cool inside the Jiange.
Han Muye and Huang Laoliu, dressed in white, stood side by side, with Gao Xiaoxuan standing behind them.
Lu Gao and Lin Shen stood outside the Jiange Gate.
In front of them, the elder of Jiange looked solemn.
"We sword cultivators should be in awe of the swords in our hands."
"A sword is not only a murder weapon, but also a companion for our lives."
The words of the elder of Jiange made Lu Gao, who was standing at the door, put his hand on his chest, while Lin Shen on the side tightened the sword on his back.
"The rules of the Sword Pavilion are: Show the sword on June 6th."
"Open the window, close the door."
Following the words of the sword pavilion elder, Lu Gao and Lin Shen stretched out their hands and slammed the door of the sword pavilion.
Han Muye and Huang Laoliu in the Jiange walked to the window and pushed the window that had not been opened for a year.