Qiu Shan didn't believe it and looked down at the iron bumps on Han Muye's hands.
It’s still that pimple.
"Liu Hong, come here, kid!"
Qiu Shan shouted loudly, and Liu Hong, wearing a white robe, trotted over.
"Uncle-Master, did you call me?"
With a smile on his face, Liu Hong approached Qiu Shan and lowered his voice: "But give me a commission?"
Qiu Shan glared at him and said, "Boy, this is Senior Brother Han who is guarding Jiange. You want to call Master Uncle."
"Don't show off your little tricks."
Liu Hong's face froze and he shouted: "Master-uncle again, again, master-uncle?"
He turned to look at Han Muye behind him, his face turned pale.
"Senior Brother Han, every piece of junk in this kid's mouth is a treasure."
"Don't believe it." Qiu Shan also looked at Han Muye and shook his head.
"That's really precious..." Liu Hong muttered, lowering his head and not looking at Qiu Shan.
Han Muye smiled and shook his head, raised his hand, and placed a pile of high-grade spiritual stones on the long table.
"He's right, maybe it's really a treasure."
Han Muye put the iron lumps and tiger bones in the storage ring, then handed them over and left.
It wasn't until he walked out of the Treasure Hall that Qiu Shan lowered his head in confusion and looked at the spiritual stone in front of him.
"Tsk, tsk, I heard that Senior Brother Han can refine immortal elixirs and is rich in wealth. Is this true?"
Qiu Shan shook his head and whispered, then took out the book and started to register.
"Is he rich?"
Liu Hong's eyes lit up, he reached out to grab a handful of the spiritual stones and ran away.
"What are you doing, bastard?" Qiu Shan yelled.
"This is my commission." Liu Hong's voice came from outside Zhenbao Hall.
"If you go to that place where the spiritual stone sleeps for three nights again, be careful of your grandpa breaking your legs." Qiu Shan slapped the table and shouted.
Liu Hong, who ran out of the treasure hall, did not see Han Muye and looked around with some disappointment.
"Jiange, Senior Brother Han, I have to hold your golden thigh tight..." He whispered in his mouth and walked slowly down the mountain.
…
Han Muye's figure was as fast as flying, but he turned back to the sword pavilion in just a moment.
After telling Lu Gao and Yang Mingxuan to practice in seclusion, he went straight to the third floor.
A faint golden light rises from above the sword pavilion. This is the scene when the sword pavilion formation is activated.
The sword pavilion formation connects the entire Jiuxuan Mountain formation and can easily block ground level masters.
With the help of the power of the formation, even if the master of forming pills comes, it will be difficult to get a favor.
Han Muye, who was sitting on the third floor of the sword pavilion, raised his hand and made a move, and two pairs of white demon tiger bones fell in front of him.
"Buzz——"
Two phantoms of wild bulls appeared and rushed towards the skeleton of the white tiger.
The skeleton was shattered in an instant, and the phantom of the wild cow turned into a blue-gray cloud.
The broken tiger bones were wrapped in the clouds transformed by the phantom of the wild cow, and the two blended together, making a roaring sound.
Han Muye raised his hand, and the two clouds were attracted to his palm.
The white tiger travels.
He clenched his palms hard, and all the tiger bones in the cloud turned into powder, and then crashed into Han Muye's body.
"Roar--"
The roar of tigers sounded, and the shadows of two tigers fell in Han Muye's sacred hideout.
The white tiger roars and rushes around.
This is the remaining spirit of the tiger demon in the tiger bones.
If it were an ordinary cultivator's divine treasure, it would definitely be shaken and torn apart if it was hit like this.
Maybe the soul will be involved and injured.
But in Han Muye's sacred treasure, an immortal purple jade pill was gently suspended, and the lavender halo turned into a light curtain, covering the location of the two white tigers.
No matter how the two tigers collide, they cannot escape the three-foot space.
Beside the Purple Jade Pill, a light sword energy floated gently.
Han Muye's spiritual thought turned into a phantom and stretched out his hand, and the divine soul sword energy came into his hand.
Raising his hand, the sword light was swaying.
The demon souls of the two white tigers were chopped into pieces, then turned into blood and injected into the body.
The power of the white tiger entered his body, and Han Muye's muscles and bones felt like they were exploding.
Tuoba Cheng said that body training is hard work, and it is really hard work.
Painful practice.
Gritting his teeth, he stood up, resisting the pain that was like tearing his body apart, and raised his hand to punch the red flame pillar in front of him.
"Bang——"
The power of this punch increased by more than 20%.
happy!
With a smile of pain mixed with joy on his face, Han Muye punched again.
Before the Red Flame Pillar, he was flying, punching one after another.
Unconsciously, a third bull appeared behind him.
Not only the phantom of the wild cow, but also the phantom of two giant tigers with hanging eyes and white foreheads were faintly moving.
The power of the white tiger was superimposed, allowing Han Muye to increase his power by 20% with each punch.
Every time he punches a punch, one point of strength is integrated into his body.
The bonus of Bai Huxing's strength, combined with the strength of Mang Niu Jin, caused his physical strength to rise rapidly.
In front of the Scarlet Flame Pillar, Han Muye hit the mark with every punch.
In his mind, figures slowly emerged, one after another, shirtless and sweating.
The soldiers of the Red Flame Army punched with all their strength, exercising the power of the wild bull in their bodies.
"Our Red Flame Army is the most powerful army in the imperial dynasty. In the Tianxuan World, our Red Flame Army is invincible in all directions."
"We are the swords in the hands of the generals, and we are the guns in the hands of the generals."
"Our duty is to protect Tianxuan and die without regrets."
One after another the figures roared wildly, their blood boiling.
"Bang——"
With a punch, six wild bull shadows shook behind Han Muye and then turned into nothingness.
For three days and three nights, I practiced with all my strength, and my physical training reached the sixth level of Qi Condensation from the second level.
The physical strength of the body is 180,000 kilograms. With this huge strength, it can fight against Zhuji.
Six oxen and two tigers, the phantom slowly retreated into the body. Han Muye's body's energy and blood converged, as if he had never practiced body refining before.
It's just that the sparkle in his eyes is so profound that it's difficult to look directly at it.
This kind of physical strength is enough to support his spiritual energy cultivation to the ninth level of Qi Condensation and the foundation building stage.
The foundation of the great road is forged, and the spirit, energy and soul are blended together.
Foundation building is the first level for practitioners and the beginning of true separation from the mortal world.
With aura rolling around his body, Han Muye was already looking forward to stepping into the foundation building.
But don't rush yet, it will be done as time goes by.
After calming down his spiritual energy and blood, Han Muye raised his hand, and an iron knot appeared in his palm.
It's the size of a fist and weighs more than ten kilograms.
Even if this iron lump is not a sword pill, the material it is wrapped in is extraordinary.
Of course, if the material hadn't been expensive, it wouldn't be so expensive.
A thousand meritorious deeds, even Su Yuan of Huo Pulse couldn't come up with.
Looking at the iron knot in his palm, Han Muye's eyes froze, and there was a sword energy intertwined on his body.
The spiritual energy and sword energy are carefully poured into the palm of the hand.
No feedback at all.
Naturally, if there was direct feedback between sword energy and spiritual energy, this iron lump would not be left in the corner of the treasure hall.
Taking a gentle breath, Han Muye's dantian glowed with green light.
A jade-colored dove egg sword pill appeared in front of him.
"Buzz——"
As soon as the sword pill appeared, the iron bumps on Han Muye's palm began to vibrate.
Are you really feeling it?
Following the vague thoughts coming from the sword pill, Han Muye urged the sword pill to spin around the iron bump in his palm.
A trace of sword light shines from the sword pill, wrapping around the dark iron knot.
The iron knot was only exposed for a moment before it was wrapped in gold by the sword wire.
This is Jianwan, which has the power to bear tens of thousands of stones and can also turn swords into silk.
In ancient times, a single sword pill could transform into endless shapes, heavy or light.
Nowadays, most of the swords circulated in the spiritual world are differentiated. The power sword is heavy, the air sword is light, and the intention sword is agile and neutral.
After the entire iron knot was surrounded, the sword light began to tighten.
There was a harsh "creak" sound coming from the iron knot.
Han Muye felt that his spiritual energy was being consumed very quickly, and the spiritual energy in his Dantian turned into a vortex and poured out, falling on the sword pill.
After all, his cultivation level is not advanced enough, and the Imperial Sword Pill consumes too much.
"Click——"
After a hundred breaths, there was an explosion and the black iron knot was cut open.
A dazzling cold light emerged from it, and then rushed towards Han Muye's face in an instant.
"when--"
The jade-colored sword pill blocked the cold light, and there was a sound of sword impact.
Looking up, Han Muye showed joy on his face.
What a sword pill!
What is this crystal ball radiating with cold light if it’s not a sword pill?
"Stab-"
The sword pill seemed unwilling to be blocked and swiped sideways, causing a sharp roar.
Jianwan paused for a moment and then rushed towards Han Muye.
This time, Jade Sword Pill intercepted it half a foot away.
"when--"
The sound of swords exploded.
The two sword pills intertwined and collided, and they continued to fight in a space of about a foot.
Han Muye stared at the two sword pills with his eyes, and his spiritual thoughts were activated to the extreme.
sharp!
The Cold Light Sword Pill is ever-changing, and every inch of its path is a move from a sharp swordsmanship.
Unknowingly, the sword pill actually advanced three feet in front of Han Muye.
"You are also one of the Yuan Tian Sword Master Zhou Tian Jian Wan!"
Han Muye showed joy on his face and shouted lowly.
From the beginning of Jianwan's fight, he has been constantly observing and understanding. Isn't the swordsmanship commanded by Jianwan the same as the Zhoutian Sword Formation?
Zhoutian Sword Formation, forty-eight sword pills, each with several sets of sword skills combined with each other, eventually turned into 360 Zhoutian Sword Formation.
Han Muye could not imagine what kind of strong person could control and operate three hundred and sixty sets of swordsmanship at the same time.
How much tyrannical mental power does this require?
The moment the Qinghan Sword Pill came within three feet of him, Han Muye suddenly stretched out his hand.
The jade-colored sword pill shook and disappeared from its place.
Hide the sky!
Sword skills hide in the air!
With this sword attack, Han Muye's Dantian spiritual energy was consumed by 80%!
"when--"
The jade-colored sword pill hit the back of the Qinghan sword pill, knocking it into Han Muye's palm.
With the sword pill in hand, Han Muye's sword intent from the sea of qi and the sword qi from the divine treasure were suddenly poured into him!
"Buzz——"
Jianwan was shaking and struggling hard.
But the power of the soul and sword intent rolled in, and it seemed like an extremely delicious meal.
Han Muye had a smile on his face.
For Jianwan, who has not been nourished by sword energy for countless years, isn't the power of sword energy and soul a delicious meal?
In the palm of his hand, the sword light trembled, the sword intention and the power of the soul poured into the sword pill, and pictures appeared in Han Muye's mind.
"boom--"
The sword light exploded and thousands of flames scattered.
"Sword Master Yuan Tian, you are at the end of your rope, surrender!"
There was a sound like thunder, roaring and coming.
"drop?"
Sword Master Yuan Tian's voice was still arrogant and cold: "Those guys in Zhongzhou are not qualified to ask me to surrender, how about you devil brats who ran out of nowhere?"