"Uncle-Master, I probably know a little bit about Tang Chi."
Liu Hong, who was sitting opposite, spoke in a low voice.
"He was chosen by Elder Wu Ziyuan and recommended to the sect master."
"It's a pity that the sect master didn't accept him as his disciple."
"His talent is unparalleled among the Sword Sect. Even the original Boss Deng said that Tang Chi's talent in swordsmanship was unparalleled."
Looking at Han Muye, Liu Hong lowered his voice: "It's just a matter of training qualifications and swordsmanship talent."
"He is a very cruel person."
"Be ruthless to yourself and be ruthless to outsiders."
"It is said that Mr. Deng left the spiritual land because he didn't want to fight with him, and he went to nowhere."
"At the beginning, he was not sure that he could compete with Sister Li San, so he stayed in seclusion for several years."
"He is very proud and independent."
People like Tang Chi, who are extremely talented and qualified, are the most jealous of Liu Hong and his second generation cultivators.
Not only does it rob the second-generation cultivators of their resources, it may also rob them of their future opportunities.
Liu Hong had a bad opinion of Tang Chi.
Han Muye didn't believe it all, but he also knew that seven to eight percent of it was true.
"But my grandpa asked me not to offend him."
Liu Hong curled his lips, picked up a peanut and threw it into his mouth with some boredom: "I'm afraid this guy will become the Young Sect Master."
Young Sect Master.
The future master of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect.
Lu Gao, Yang Mingxuan and others looked at each other, their expressions darkening.
It is really difficult to resolve the issue between such a person and Huang Laoliu.
"Brother Lu remembers when I first came to Jiange, right?"
At this moment, Han Muye's voice sounded.
Lu Gao nodded.
At that time, Han Muye was not even qualified to enter the Sword Gate, so he led him into the Sword Pavilion.
It was because of this love that he had the opportunity he had today.
"I was invaded by sword energy, and I only had a few days left to live."
Han Muye's eyes revealed a deep light and he said softly: "Sixth Brother gave me a hundred spiritual stones and asked me to go to the Yanwu Building to learn a body-training technique."
Lu Gao nodded.
With only a few days left to live, these hundred spiritual stones may have been wasted.
One hundred spiritual stones would probably take Huang Laoliu a year to accumulate.
"I heard that Sixth Brother was benevolent and righteous, and everyone in the sect said that he sacrificed his life for the sect. Now after listening to you, Master, Uncle, I know that Sixth Brother is really a brother worth having."
Liu Hong picked up the wine glass in front of him and drank it hard.
He is the second generation of the sect, and there are usually many people in the sect who cling to him, but there are very few who have true friendship with him.
"Senior Brother Han, I will protect Sixth Brother." Lu Gao stood up, the sword energy on his body condensed into a thread.
At this time, his strength actually seemed to have improved again.
Yang Mingxuan and Jiang Ming looked at each other and stood up.
"You don't need to go."
Han Muye shook his head, stood up, turned around and walked into the sword pavilion.
"When the elder left, he handed over the sword pavilion and the people in the sword pavilion to me."
"When I need to take action, I won't hold back."
After saying that, he strode upstairs.
In front of the Jiange Gate, several people had complicated expressions on their faces.
Liu Hong looked at Lu Gao and the others and said softly: "Brother Lu, I want to ask, is Jiange still accepting people?"
Lu Gao turned to look at him, shook his head and said, "Senior Brother Han has the final say."
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Returning to the third floor of the sword pavilion, Han Muye sat cross-legged in front of the long desk, his spiritual energy and sword energy intertwined with each other.
There are many things in the world, but if you have a sharp sword in your hand, everything will be cut off.
If the sword in your hand is not sharp enough to cut off these troubles, there will never be peace.
Han Muye, who has been a man for two generations, sees things very clearly.
Only with overwhelming fighting power can everything be solved.
He stretched out his hand, and small jade bottles appeared in front of him.
Six-grade elixir.
Immortal grade.
There are six bottles in total, eighteen pills.
Open the jade bottle, hold the pills one by one in the palm of your hand, and then wrap them with spiritual energy and sword energy to refine them.
One.
Two.
Three.
Eighteen immortal pills fell on the Dantian, like small stars, rotating around the two sword pills that glowed like the sun and the moon.
On top of the elixir, there is a trace of spiritual energy escaping.
Xianpindan has two effects.
The first function is to warm and nourish, slowly improving the cultivation level with the spiritual energy condensed by itself.
The second effect is to explode instantly and a massive amount of spiritual energy explodes.
This time Han Muye refined all eighteen immortal elixirs into his Dantian.
In his divine treasure, there is also an immortal purple jade pill.
It took him three days to refine the eighteen elixirs.
In the past three days, he also went downstairs to inquire about the situation.
Lu Gao and Liu Hong both inquired about the news and told him.
Two days ago, Changming Mountain Station officially issued an edict, asking Huang Laoliu to lead all practitioners to Changming Mountain to assemble.
It's nice to say that pursuing the defected sect is not a private matter, Jianmen will give Huang Laoliu an explanation.
Tang Chi also directly gave Huang Laoliu the position of deacon.
One day ago, Huang Laoliu distributed the pills given to him by Han Muye to the accompanying masters, and then led Gao Xiaoxuan to leave quietly.
He did not bring with him the experts from all walks of life who followed him for the reward.
According to him, the general trend of the sect should not be ruined because of his personal relationship.
Han Muye, who refined eighteen elixirs, spent three days on the first floor of the sword pavilion and wiped nearly ten thousand swords.
This time, he collected four sword intents.
There were twenty sword intents lingering in his sea of energy.
Liu Hong has been here for the past few days, bringing news about Tang Chi's reorganization of the army of practitioners.
This person is truly remarkable. He gathered nearly 300,000 practitioners and directly scattered 5 million spiritual stones, greatly boosting morale.
These 300,000 practitioners only trained in Changming Mountain for two days before being led by Tang Chi all the way south.
This is actually consistent with the original thoughts of practitioners.
"Uncle Master, Tang Chi led these practitioners southward at a very fast speed."
"I heard from the old man that he brought hundreds of masters with him and set out alone, seemingly to block the retreat of those defecting sects."
Outside the sword pavilion door, Liu Hong glanced at Han Muye and whispered: "According to his speed, I'm afraid he can really block it."
"You can still stand in front of Fengshou Mountain before Sixth Brother."
Han Muye nodded and said nothing.
It sounds like a good thing.
After all, if these defecting sects are blocked, Lu Qingping will also be intercepted.
This seems to be helping Huang Laoliu.
It's scary. Is this Tang Chi really so kind?
Looking towards the southern sky, Han Muye took a deep breath.
I hope Tang Er really wants to help Huang Laoliu.
In the sea of qi, twenty-one sword intentions condensed, causing his body to flash with sword light from time to time.
It's almost reached its limit.
Especially the sword intent absorbed in the sword pill was so strong that it was floating and sinking in the sea of qi, squeezing the sea of qi with every breath.
If there are a few more sword intents, the balance in the body may be broken.
At that time, life span will be depleted quickly again.
"Uncle Master, tell me, is it better to practice cultivation or to stay together with lovers forever?" Liu Hong looked at Han Muye and asked in a low voice, a little nervously.
During these days, Liu Hong became more and more curious about the past of everyone in Jiange while helping to find out the news.
I have even more admiration for Huang Laoliu.
Is love in this world really that obsessive?
The three spiritual stones at the foot of the mountain are just like that.
Hearing Liu Hong's question, Han Muye shook his head and said, "When you think about it for yourself, I'm afraid it's time to truly enter the Tao."
Liu Hong was about to ask, but Han Muye waved his hand and said: "If you want to enter the sword pavilion, you must first ask your grandfather to agree."
"The swords in the sword pavilion can hurt people, but I won't let you go just because you are the elder's direct grandson."
Does your grandfather agree?
Liu Hong nodded with a grimace, turned and left.
It was not an easy thing for him to make his grandfather agree.
After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned around and said, "Uncle Han, is that sword pill real?"
"I always feel that I can sense many treasures, but my grandfather doesn't believe it."
Han Muye nodded, raised his hand, and a cold pill appeared in his palm.
"real."
Jianwan!
It’s really Kenmaru!
Liu Hong's eyes widened, then he laughed and turned around to leave.
"I have entered this sword pavilion."
"I said."
Watching him leave, Han Muye shook his head.
I'm afraid it won't be easy for this second-generation cultivator to enter the Jiange.
"Dong——"
On Jiuxuan Mountain, the bells ring briefly.
This is the first time in several days that such a sound has been heard.
"Dong——"
"Dong——"
Three bells ring, will any deacon or elder die?
Something happened on Fengshou Mountain?
Han Muye frowned and watched the sword lights rushing up Jiuxuan Mountain.
"Luo Yisheng, the deacon of the inner sect of the Nine-Xuan Sword Sect, was on a mission to destroy demons. He met the great demon Hu Taisheng and was defeated and fell."
"Sun Lin, the deacon of the inner sect of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect, was on a mission to destroy demons and was attacked and killed by the great demon Hu Taisheng."
Two deacons and elders died, and the bell rang three times.
Hu Taisheng?
Luo Yisheng?
Han Muye frowned.
Luo Yisheng once had a sword related to the demon clan in his hand.
Could his death be related to this sword?
Standing in front of the Sword Pavilion, within a moment, a group of Sword Sect disciples wearing black robes strode forward.
"Luo Yisheng, the deacon of Jianmen, encountered a big demon, lost a hard battle and died heroically."
"Qin Lin, the elder of the Sword Sect, sends Junior Brother Luo Yisheng's sword into the sword pavilion."
The person in charge had a thin face, short beard, gray hair, and a sad look on his face.
Beside him, a young man in his thirties stood holding a sword.
Zhu Guangsheng.
In other words, the master of the outer sword sect back then, Ji Yuan.
Looking at the two people holding swords in front of him, Han Muye slowly glanced behind them.
"Elder Qin, do they know the rules of giving swords to the sword pavilion?"
Han Muye suddenly spoke up.
Qin Lin was stunned and looked up at Han Muye.
Han Muye's eyes fell on Zhu Guangsheng beside Qin Lin, and then he said calmly: "The people who came to deliver the sword are all people who are close to the sword owner."
"So, everyone should shed a few tears."
A trace of confusion flashed across Zhu Guangsheng's face.
Qin Lin beside him laughed loudly and shouted: "Sure enough, the eyes are very poisonous. If you can't get in, just break in!"
After he finished speaking, he grasped the hilt of the sword in his hand, unsheathed the long sword, and the cold sword light pierced Han Muye's chest.
Zhu Guangsheng beside him also reacted, turned the sword upside down in his hand, grasped the hilt, drew the sword and stepped out, rushing towards the gate of the sword pavilion.
Han Muye stood on the stone steps with his hands behind his back, motionless, as if he was frightened.
"boom--"
Zhu Guangsheng, who rushed towards the sword pavilion, advanced quickly and retreated even faster!
His body flew sideways, fell straight down the nine stone steps, and crashed into Qin Lin, who was stabbing forward with a sword.
Qin Lin's expression changed, he sheathed his sword and retreated, letting Zhu Guangsheng fall and roll at his feet.
At the entrance of the Jiange, Lu Gao strode forward with clenched fists and blocked Han Muye.
