Under the stone steps, Yang Shao's face was covered with stubble and his eyes were sunken.
But there was a hint of perseverance in his eyes.
This perseverance is like an ancient well without waves.
"Senior Brother Han, I've thought about it."
Yang Shao raised his head and turned his gaze from Han Muye to the golden sword pavilion plaque.
"At first, my master thought that I was a self-enlightened master of Bibo Swordsmanship, so he accepted me as his disciple and promised to help me fight for the position of true disciple."
"Actually, all of this is the result of Senior Brother Han."
Han Muye looked at Yang Shao, who looked calm, and nodded gently.
Yang Shao concealed the truth and took credit for becoming Xu Haosheng's disciple. Naturally, he did something wrong.
However, everyone has selfish motives.
Everyone has greed and obsession.
"I'll be waiting for you to go there, senior brother, and then I'll beg you to perform the third level of the Blue Wave Swordsmanship."
"Only by understanding the third level of Bibo Swordsmanship can I be qualified to stand upright in front of Master."
Lowering his head slightly, Yang Shao clenched his fists and said in a hoarse and low voice, "I shouldn't even be qualified to compete for Master's sword."
"Senior brother, you said that I am not in a good state of mind to comprehend the third level of Bibo Swordsmanship, right?"
Yang Shao looked at Han Muye.
Han Muye nodded.
"We, the sword cultivators, should have things to ask for, things to think about, and things to guard against, right?" Yang Shao continued.
"I am practicing swordsmanship, but I should also be cultivating my mind."
"Since Master still has blood, I will help him protect it no matter what."
This is Yang Shao's choice.
For him, this choice meant a narrow escape from death, as difficult as ascending to heaven.
"Have you thought about it?" Han Muye said softly.
Yang Shao nodded and said, "I've thought about it."
After saying that, he bowed, turned around and left.
"Give me the sword." Han Muye's voice suddenly sounded.
Yang Shao stopped in his tracks and was shaken all over. When he turned around, a trace of confusion flashed across his face.
"You were not in a good mood at the beginning, but now you are."
Han Muye stretched out his hand and made a move. The sword "Canglang" in Yang Shao's hand was unsheathed and fell into his palm.
"With the vast waves in my heart, I broke through the ancient well that the heaven and the earth had clung to, and the vast expanse of blue waves were all in my heart."
The long sword stabs forward, and the sword edge wraps up endless waves. When the sword comes out, the clouds in the sky surge.
Move the will of heaven with sword energy!
This is the third level of Bibo!
The sword light was withdrawn, the sword fell back, and Han Muye put his hands behind his back.
"In the future, if you can use the power of heaven and earth to wield a sword thousands of miles away, you might not be able to comprehend the fourth level of Bibo."
The fourth level!
The fourth level of swordsmanship involves the general trend of heaven and earth.
With this kind of swordsmanship, one can fight half a step into the heavenly realm!
"Borrowing power?"
Yang Shao was stunned and at a loss.
This is too far away.
Even when Han Muye practiced the third level of Bibo just now, he was also specious and didn't understand much.
Han Muye waved his hand and said calmly: "If you have a chance, go to the East China Sea."
East China Sea!
Is there any water in the world that is more powerful than the endless ocean of the East China Sea?
Yang Shao's eyes sparkled, he bowed to Han Muye, and then strode away.
At this time, there was a trace of solid sword energy flowing in his body, which was about to turn into substance.
"Sir, has he had an epiphany?"
Jiang Ming, who was standing in front of the sword pavilion, looked at Yang Shao's back and asked.
"That should be the case." Han Muye turned around, shook his head and said, "As for cultivation, our sword cultivation is basically to cultivate one's body, sword, and mind. Once the mind is enlightened, the cultivation level will naturally improve."
Jiang Ming's eyes lit up, and when he saw Han Muye walking into the sword pavilion, he hurriedly asked, "What about my alchemy cultivator?"
Han Muye kept walking, and his voice came faintly: "Make more pills."
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The battle between Fengling Sword Sect and Jiuxuan Sword Sect continued.
If you don’t take action during the pill formation period, the battle will be fought under the pill formation.
In the inner sect of Jiuxuan Sword Sect, the true inheritance and the direct inheritance, the deacons and elders from all over the place are dispatched one after another.
Even the sects under the rule of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect also rushed into the places under the rule of the Fengling Sword Sect and the original Tailing Sword Sect.
The collection of various spiritual materials and elixirs, the destruction of sects, and the search for elixirs, swords, and techniques have attracted more practitioners to participate.
No one is righteous.
Competing for the opportunity to practice, how can there be justice and evil.
In Han Muye's view, these low-level practitioners are just trying to survive.
On Jiuxuan Mountain, most of the true disciples in Lingdi have left. Only Lu Shi and Li San are left in seclusion. Song Qi, Song Jiu, and Qi Shisan all go to the battlefield.
For junior masters like them, this is a rare opportunity to become famous, and it is also an opportunity to increase their own experience and accumulate wealth.
Qi Shisan and the others asked for some pills at Han Muye before leaving.
Temporarily borrowed.
A few top-grade elixirs are worth more than 100,000 spiritual stones, and they can't have that many spiritual stones on hand.
Han Muye not only supported several direct descendants, but also many true descendants in the spiritual land also came to temporarily borrow the elixir.
The most important thing about the best pill is that it can be swallowed during battle. It does not affect the movement of spiritual energy and does not need to be refined slowly.
Without these inner disciples, Jiuxuan Mountain would not be too deserted.
After all, there are tens of thousands of outer disciples and hundreds of thousands of servants on Jiuxuan Mountain.
Successive victories made these outer sect and handyman disciples feel more motivated to practice.
Almost every day in the Jiange, there are disciples who have broken through to the Qi Condensation stage, put on inner sect clothes, and come to receive the sword.
In the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye spent most of his time practicing or refining elixirs.
On every first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, we would go to the third floor of Jiange Pavilion to listen to the elders of Jiange Pavilion explaining the way of cultivation.
Huang Laoliu is indeed practicing.
I just don’t know how he cultivated it. He and Gao Xiaoxuan were so secretive that I couldn’t tell how well he cultivated it.
Lu Gao and Lin Shen are still trying their best to refine their own strength.
Although their current combat power is increasing all the time, the time to integrate and control their own power still takes years.
Such huge power cannot be fully controlled easily.
The ones with the highest interest in practicing in Jiange are Yang Mingxuan and Jiang Ming.
After Yang Mingxuan introduced the sword energy into his body, Han Muye sorted out his meridians every three days.
Every time there was a heart-rending scream, followed by a proud chuckle.
For him, being able to practice cultivation is the happiest thing in the world.
Some time ago, Han Muye had taught him the sword art and let him fuse the swords himself.
Jiang Ming is in a very complicated mood now.
What he thought was alchemy was not the same thing as today's alchemy.
In the past six months, he has introduced the sword energy into his body, and then transformed the sword energy into the alchemy furnace.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! What he wants to do is to study various elixirs by himself, and then select the elixir he likes to refine.
But within three or two days, a little girl from Suzhen Tower sent him the elixir and urged him to refine it into a pill.
Whether she is a little girl or not is secondary. The key is that every time the elixir is delivered, the payment for the previous elixir will also be settled.
All are settled with the above grade spiritual stones.
Three to five yuan, seven to eight yuan, more than ten yuan.
Jiang Ming admitted that he had never seen so many spiritual stones.
As a casual cultivator, even if he is a genius in alchemy, he cannot earn spiritual stones so safely.
The flowing spirit stone was handed over from the little girl's green hands, making him feel like he was in a dream.
In half a year, he has accumulated more than one million dollars.
He somewhat understood why Han Muye wanted to maintain a trading partnership with Bai Suzhen.
It's really hard to refuse.
"when--"
"when--"
On Jiuxuan Mountain, a long bell rang.
Crisp and melodious.
There is another great victory, and the sword is about to be sent to the sword pavilion.
Disciples on Jiuxuan Mountain have become accustomed to this, and their eyes turn to the sky to see those sword lights flying towards them.
Han Muye, who was wiping his sword, sheathed his long sword, then turned around and walked out of the sword pavilion.
"Fengshou Mountain is victorious. Jiuxuan Sword Sect's inner disciples Hexuanqi and Wang Hui join forces to kill the demon clan's earthbound demon and seize a sword."
The sound spread, and there was cheering on Jiuxuan Mountain.
This time it was not the harvest from Fengling Sword Sect, but from Fengshou Mountain.
Outside the sword pavilion, Lu Gao and others on duty also had smiles on their faces.
The battle on Fengshou Mountain was difficult, and the merit of killing the big demon was rare among the major sects in the entire Western Xinjiang.
Not to mention that the younger generation of disciples used the weak to defeat the strong and counterattacked.
The disputes between various sects, in addition to fighting for the top masters, also depend on the foundation and the training of the next generation of disciples.
When Lin Chongxiao, who was known as the Three Stone Green Tiger, fell, the entire Sanshizhai was hit hard.
Tuoba Cheng killed Qin Ci, the most promising elder of the Tailing Sword Sect in Fierce Demon Valley, which greatly damaged the foundation of the Tailing Sword Sect.
Nowadays, Xijiang is not taking action during the Dan-formation period, and the display of strength among the younger generations is even more related to the fate of the sect.
In front of the Sword Pavilion, a group of Sword Sect disciples wearing red robes strode over holding wooden boxes in both hands.
Han Muye, Huang Laoliu and others stood on the stone steps, waiting solemnly.
"On the orders of Elder Sun Mu, the guard of Fengshou Mountain, send the swords obtained by Senior Brother Wang Hui from Hexuanqi to the sword pavilion."
The disciple holding the sword shouted loudly and strode to the stone steps.
Han Muye reached out to open the sword box and saw a four-foot sword inside.
Reaching out to hold the hilt of the sword, Han Muye felt a faint green aura filling his back.
The sword was heavy and required him to use his physical strength to lift it.
"Today, I received a sword from the Demon Clan from the guard of Fengshou Mountain. It was inspected and found to be correct, and it was stored in the sword pavilion."
After checking the sword, Han Muye held it in both hands and turned around to send it to the sword pavilion.
His hand was on the hilt of the sword, and a trace of sword energy was poured into it.
The sword weighs one hundred and eighty kilograms and is made of Southern Wilderness meteorite iron.
The great sword does not contain too many other spiritual materials. Meteor iron is an excellent spiritual material, with a variety of powers mixed into it.
The refining method of the great sword is different from that of Xijiang, and is a unique method of the demon clan.
"Buzz——"
After the sword energy was poured into him, there was a soft sound, and the scene of sword energy casting and refining appeared in Han Muye's mind.
You can see scenes of blood refining and sacrifice.
These techniques can enhance the spirituality of the sword.
As for the mixed resentment, the Southern Wilderness Monster Clan doesn't care.
The owner of this sword is a great demon from the Blue Wolf tribe.
Holding this sword, the great demon named Langtu slaughtered many other ethnic groups in the southern wilderness.
When they arrived at Fengshou Mountain, there were continuous battles, and the sword was stained with the blood of many Western Xinjiang practitioners.
Looking at these scenes, Han Muye understood that the positions of Western Xinjiang and Southern Wilderness were different, and the conflicts were simply irreconcilable.
It's just that the two sides haven't had any major disputes over their interests. Why did the Southern Wilderness come to attack Western Xinjiang this time?
The sword energy was poured into him, the sword vibrated, and Han Muye's expression suddenly changed.
Southern wilderness.
From the sword, he saw the appearance of Nanhuang.
Vast and boundless.
Monsters and beasts are everywhere, and there are countless strong men who can take human form.
"Everyone, we are in great danger in the Southern Wilderness, and we have to fight this time."
An old voice came.
Disaster imminent?
What's the trouble in the Southern Wilderness?
The news that the ancestor of the Mu family received from Fairy Shaoyao was that there was a change in the Southern Wasteland.
What happened to Southern Wasteland?
Holding the long sword, Han Muye slowly climbed up to the third floor of the sword pavilion.
The moment he stepped onto the third floor of the sword pavilion, a sword originally placed on the third floor of the sword pavilion vibrated.
The sword in Han Muye's hand exploded with a bang!