62. That Wanjian Patriarch is truly a peerless swordsman!
"Senior Sister Lu, I will go back to Jiange first."
Han Muye jumped out of the carriage, his body was like flying, and the shadows of iron bulls appeared behind him.
"Is this the Sword Watcher from the Sword Pavilion?"
Lu Qingping looked at Han Muye's leaving figure, and the expression on her face changed.
She gripped the newly purchased long sword in her hand, drove the carriage, and moved forward slowly.
At this time, the sky was filled with light, and the sword light on Jiuxuan Mountain was lingering, making it look like a fairyland.
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When Han Muye arrived in front of the Jiange Gate, the elder of the Jiange Hall was already standing on the stone steps in front of the Jiange Gate.
Behind him, Huang Laoliu looked apologetic.
Behind them, there are two figures.
Lu Gao, and Coach Lin?
Han Muye strode up to the elder of Jiange and bowed.
The elder of Jiange did not speak, just waved his hand.
Han Muye stood up and walked to Huang Laoliu's side, then turned to look at Coach Lin.
Lin Shen grinned at him.
On the mountain road, a group of Sword Sect disciples wearing red robes were already coming with swords in their hands.
"Xia Yang, the deacon of Jianzhan Hall, sent the sword to the pavilion."
In front of the stone steps of the sword pavilion, an old man in his fifties held a sword in both hands and shouted loudly.
Behind him, everyone was holding swords in both hands, with fierce fighting spirit bursting out from their bodies.
Huang Laoliu stepped forward, reached out to take the sword in Xia Yang's hand, and sent it to the elder of the sword pavilion.
The elder of Jiange took out his sword from its sheath, observed it repeatedly for a moment, and then said: "Jiange has collected a long sword, a spiritual weapon, and sent it to the second floor."
Huang Laoliu held the sword and left. Han Muye looked up at him and wanted to take the sword.
Huang Laoliu shook his head, whispered "I'll come," and went straight into the sword pavilion and climbed to the second floor.
After a while, Huang Laoliu came downstairs, looking a little pale.
"I won six sword handles in the first battle at Jianzhantang and sent the swords to the pavilion."
When the spiritual weapon level sword was sent into the sword pavilion, Xia Yang spoke again.
Behind him, several red-robed disciples stepped forward with swords in their hands.
This time, the elder of Jiange waved his hand and said calmly: "You should put your sword away."
After saying that, he looked at Xia Yang: "Junior brother Xia, what is the cultivation level of the guest elder Wan Jian, the ancestor? Are there any injuries in this battle?"
Han Muye and Huang Laoliu were sheathing their swords while listening to Xia Yang talking to the elders of Jiange.
To conquer the Three Qin Sword Sect, the fifteen strong men from the Jiuxuan Sword Sect struck with thunder, directly disintegrating the fighting spirit of the Three Qin Sword Sect.
At present, the entire Sanqin Sword Sect only has its sect garrison left to defend, and it won't take long to defeat them in one battle.
This is the thunderous acupuncture point-sweeping method, demonstrating the grand method.
Only by collapsing mountains and destroying mountains can the four directions be stabilized in one battle.
When Han Muye put away the third sword, the disciple in red holding the sword grinned and handed the sword to Han Muye.
Sun Dayong.
Last time, together with Jiang Han and the others, we spent ten spiritual stones to ask Han Muye to choose a sword, and got advice from an outer disciple.
Afterwards, Han Muye drank with them and asked them to go find Mo Yuan to participate in the suppression mission.
This time, the elder of the Sanqin Sword Sect was killed by Mo Yuan with one sword.
As for Mo Yuan's reputation as a guest elder, Han Muye was not surprised either.
It is not difficult for a strong man with the ability to kill the enemy to become a guest of the Sword Sect.
After all the swords were delivered to the sword pavilion, Han Muye, who walked to the door, gave Sun Dayong a wink and the two of them walked aside.
"Senior Brother Han, that Ancestor of Ten Thousand Swords is really, really true," Sun Dayong said with a look of emotion on his face, and then extended his thumb: "What a peerless swordsman..."
Sun Dayong stretched out his hand and waved it in the air a few times, his face flushed and his eyes sparkling.
"The elder of the Sanqin Sword Sect who dragged a sword out and made all of us unable to hold our heads up, the ancestor of Wanjian killed him with one strike."
"awesome."
After waiting for a while, seeing Han Muye still looking at him, Sun Dayong coughed in embarrassment: "Well, anyway, he is really powerful. I am stupid, so I know he is really powerful."
All right.
Han Muye smiled and reached out to pat Sun Dayong on the shoulder, and whispered: "This kind of mission becomes more dangerous towards the end. You are still outer disciples. If we really fight, stay back."
"Then how can we not move forward?" Sun Dayong didn't finish his words. Seeing Han Muye glare at him, he hurriedly scratched his head and said: "Senior Brother Han said, let's lean back, lean back."
Over there, Xia Yang had already handed over to the elder of Jiange and was about to leave.
Sun Dayong took a step forward and whispered: "Senior Brother Han, what do you want?"
want?
What's the meaning?
Seeing Han Muye's confusion, Sun Dayong lowered his voice: "Senior Brother Jiang Han and Senior Brother Zhao from the inner sect asked me to come back to deliver the sword. They just came to ask. If you need anything, we can help you pay attention."
He looked around and whispered: "Breaking the Sanqin Sword Sect's mountain gate, there are a lot of good things."
Han Muye nodded.
As expected, no matter whether it is immortal or mortal, war wealth is the greatest windfall.
He pondered for a moment and whispered: "If there are elixirs or elixirs that can increase longevity, please help me pay attention."
Having said this, he chuckled: "Don't worry, I won't be short of spiritual stones, and I won't let you work in vain."
"Then how can..." Sun Dayong wanted to say more, but he was already urged over there.
Han Muye reached out and patted Sun Dayong on the arm and said solemnly: "You all should be careful."
Sun Dayong nodded heavily, turned around and left.
Watching Sun Dayong and the others leave, Han Muye turned his head and looked at Lin Shen with a smile.
"Coach Lin, why are you in Jiange?"
Lin Shen laughed: "Brother Han, I am no longer Coach Lin."
He pointed at the sword pavilion behind him: "I resigned from my job as an external teacher. From now on, I will be the sword guard of the sword pavilion."
Sword guard?
Han Muye turned to look at Huang Laoliu.
"Ahem, when my sword pavilion was prosperous, there were sword guards, but then they disappeared." Huang Laoliu said with some embarrassment.
Han Muye nodded.
There really is.
"Does the sword guard want our sword pavilion to dig out spiritual stones to get a salary?" Han Muye asked curiously.
Jiange has already raised an idle man named Lu Gao. If he raises another one, there has been little income recently, and it seems like he is sitting on nothing.
Although there is no shortage of spiritual stones, you can't waste it, right?
"That's not necessary." Lin Shen shook his head and said proudly, "I got the salary from the inner sect."
As he said that, he looked at Lu Gao: "Brother Lu, let's go to the canteen and bring back the food."
Lu Gao nodded quickly.
No matter who comes, he is the one with the lowest status.
Watching the two people leave, Han Muye chuckled and shook his head.
Instructor Lin’s choice was really brilliant. He came to Jiange as an errand and could ask himself any questions he had about practicing swordsmanship.
It is estimated that this was the idea given to him by the remnant soul of Lin Chongxiao hidden in the sword.
Otherwise, Coach Lin would never have thought of this with his clever mind.
"Brother Han, how are you?"
Huang Laoliu came over quietly, with a trace of anxiety on his face.
"Can I still complete the tasks assigned by Brother Six?"
Han Muye laughed, walked into the sword pavilion, and walked to his quiet room.
Behind him, Huang Laoliu was relieved, with a comfortable smile on his face.
"Brother Han, I can rest assured when you do your job."
"By the way, how many spiritual stones did you spend? If it's not enough, I'll remember it and I'll pay it back to you."
Behind Han Muye, Huang Laoliu spoke again.
"Not much, not much, just treat it as a courtesy."
Han Muye's voice came from the quiet room, and Huang Laoliu was as happy as a daisy.
"What a courtesy, you haven't even said this bad character yet..."
In the quiet room, Han Muye sat cross-legged on the wooden couch, and in his hand, half of a broken sword appeared.
The edge of Tang Yunhao's sword.
In Fangshi before, Han Muye saw some secrets from this sword that surprised him.