758, Ten years of sharpening the sword, Mojian Cliff
Everyone in the Liantian Sect's main hall was silent.
Even the sect leader Duan Tianfeng had a complicated expression at this time.
The path he imagined for Han Muye would be to practice in the Tian Lian Sect, constantly surpassing his predecessors in the art of refining weapons, and making every elite bow down.
Han Muye should have become a rising star in the world of weapon refining with his overwhelming momentum.
Therefore, Han Muye was in no hurry to study in seclusion on Jiuxuan Peak.
It doesn't matter to him whether outsiders urge him or say what he says.
He believed that Han Muye's talent would be accumulated over time.
Looking at it now, Han Muye really did not disappoint him.
It's just that this method of showing one's own strength and talent is really weird.
"Where is he going?" someone whispered in the hall.
In the light curtain, Han Muye left the Heyu Sword Sect and quickly flew away in one direction.
"Over there, it seems to be the direction of the mountain gate of Yunming Jianmen?"
"He, he wants to finish this sword sharpening thing to the end?"
In the main hall, the two Tianlian Sect elders looked a little gloomy.
Practicing the art of weapon refining does not mean that you cannot have some means of sharpening swords.
It's just that for a weapon refining master, weapon refining is more noble than such auxiliary means.
All along, people who need to refine weapons have always come to the door with spiritual materials and pay high prices to entrust the refiners to refine the weapons.
Whether it’s the Tianlian Sect or the Tiantian Sect, it’s all like this.
Weapon refiner, shouldn't you care about face?
How can I take the initiative to come to you?
"Han Muye of the Liantian Sect came to visit Yunming Jianmen."
Between the rolling mountains, there are swords blazing into the sky.
On top of the mountains are tall palaces.
"A disciple of the Liantian Sect?"
"Han Muye? Where have you heard this name before?"
Outside the tall mountain gate, two young men carrying long swords looked at Han Muye with a trace of doubt on their faces.
"Han Muye? But the one who has been studying in the Tiantian Sect for thirty years and claims that as long as he comes out of the mountain, he will become the strongest genius in the world of weapon refining?"
A young man wearing a green robe and carrying a long sword flew down and looked at Han Muye, with a look of curiosity on his face.
"Fellow Daoist Han, you came to my Yunming Sword Sect to recruit people to protect the Dao?"
The person who protects the way.
The weapon refiner's combat power is relatively weak, so most of them will recruit strong guardians to follow them.
Sword cultivators, because of their temperament and combat prowess, have always been the favorite guardians recruited by weapon refiners.
Hearing this young man's words, Han Muye shook his head.
Not recruiting guardians?
The young man's eyes fell on the scabbard of the sword that Han Muye was carrying.
So ugly.
ugly?
His heart moved.
Isn't it weird for a junior elite who has high hopes from the Liantian Sect to carry such an ugly scabbard?
For disciples of the Liantian Sect, it is not difficult to make this scabbard exquisite, right?
"I heard that many masters of weapon refining will send the treasures they refine to the hands of destined people for foster care."
The young man looked at Han Muye, his eyes sparkling with excitement: "I am Zhu Xuyuan of the Yunming Sword Sect, and I am willing to foster treasures for fellow Taoists."
The treasures that can be fostered are the best in the world.
If Zhu Xuyuan can get such a treasure, even if he has to pay a huge price for it, it will still be worth it.
After hearing Zhu Xuyuan's words, the two disciples on duty at the sect's mountain gate showed complicated expressions on their faces.
Why didn’t I think of this level myself?
"No, I don't want to foster treasures." Han Muye shook his head again.
Zhu Xuyuan frowned slightly and looked at Han Muye: "Is that fellow Taoist going to refine weapons?"
"Zhu is missing a handy sword."
Han Muye glanced at him, glanced at the long sword behind him, and then shook his head: "You don't need to refine the sword yet."
Zhu Xuyuan was stunned by these words.
Shouldn’t it be up to me to decide whether I need to refine a sword?
Besides, when I said I was short of sword weapons, wasn’t it just to give you face and give you a chance to refine the weapon?
"I want to refine a sword so that I can be prepared. After all, I am about to break through the bottleneck of cultivation..." Zhu Xuyuan felt that Han Muye must have become stupid while studying on Jiuxuan Peak.
He wanted to speak more clearly.
"It's not necessary. It's still early for your cultivation to improve."
"The foundation is not stable, and there is still a lot to be done in the practice of swordsmanship."
Han Muye's voice sounded.
Zhu Xuyuan's face darkened.
Is there anyone who would tell a swordsman to his face that his basic skills are not good?
Isn't this the same as telling a man that he's not good enough in front of him?
"Han Muye, I respect you as the Heaven Refining Sect——" Before Zhu Xuyuan could finish his words, Han Muye suddenly stepped forward.
As soon as he stretched out his hand, Zhu Xuyuan's sword suddenly flew out from behind and landed in his hand.
"Seven levels of tempering, five fires calcining, and nine spirits refining weapons. You are really not worthy of this sword."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and inserted the long sword into the scabbard behind his back.
The sword was taken away?
A swordsman's sword was taken away?
Zhu Xuyuan's face was full of confusion.
Not only him, but the two disciples on duty beside him were also confused.
The powerful weapon refiners who were far away in the Liantian Sect's main hall also showed curiosity on their faces.
"This method of seizing the sword is somewhat interesting."
"This is a simple move. Even those sword cultivators can only do this."
The weapon refiners in front of the light curtain all had smiles on their faces.
In any case, Han Muye is from the Liantian Sect.
Wouldn't it be fun for a disciple of the Liantian Sect to take away a sword cultivator's sword by relying on his own strength?
These successful weapon refiners only find it interesting.
"Give me back my sword!" Zhu Xuyuan, who was in the light curtain, finally came to his senses, shouted loudly, and reached out to grab Han Muye.
But just as he stretched out his palm, a long sword was already unsheathed and stabbed directly at him.
The sword was so fast that before he could retract his palm, the sword had already penetrated his body.
The long sword passed through his heart.
A sword through the heart!
"Can you feel your sword?" Han Muye slowly released his hand and spoke softly.
If your heart is pierced, you will die.
Zhu Xuyuan stretched out his hand to hold the sword, and his eyes slowly fell on the long sword inserted in his chest.
He didn't know how many times he had practiced this sword and polished it so many times.
But I have never looked at it so carefully.
His eyes were fixed on the sword, and for the first time he felt a trace of emotion coming from the blade of the sword.
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"court death!"
The two disciples on duty looked pale and suddenly drew their swords and stabbed Han Muye.
But before the swords in their hands could be thrust out, they were swept away by a sword light.
Several figures flew down, and one of them, a middle-aged man in black robe, glanced at Han Muye and then looked at Zhu Xuyuan.
"Xuyuan, believe in your own sword."
"You need to hear the sound of your own sword."
"The sword of a swordsman is your life. You give your life to him."
Middle-aged low drinker.
Everyone else was also staring closely at Zhu Xuyuan in front of them.
At this time, a suppressed sword light slowly rose from Zhu Xuyuan's body.
That sword light seemed to have the power to directly burn the heaven and earth to pieces.
"boom--"
A beam of light shot into the sky.
Sword light!
"The man and the sword become one, the way of the sword is accomplished!"
The middle-aged man in black robe looked at this sword light with surprise on his face and shouted loudly.
It’s done.
When the sword is aligned with the person, what was originally just an ordinary sword light has now condensed into a ten thousand meter sword light.
This sword light cut the heaven and the earth apart with just one strike.
Then, the sword flashed, flew down, landed in front of Han Muye, and transformed into the figure of Zhu Xuyuan.
The sword thrust into his heart was already in his hand.
"I am the sword, and the sword is me. During this reincarnation, I have forgotten my original intention..." Zhu Xuyuan looked at the sword in his hand, with a sigh on his face, and whispered softly.
"Hu Shiyue of the Yunming Sword Sect pays homage to the ancestor."
"Zhang Cheng of the Yunming Sword Sect pays homage to his master."
One by one, the strong men of the Yunming Sword Sect bowed.
Ancestor.
Master.
"Zhu Xuyuan, Zhu Xuyuan, he is Zhu Zhentian of Yunming Sword Sect!"
"Back then, he transformed himself into a sword, and the True Heaven Sword enshrined in Yunming Sword Sect was transformed by him."
"He's alive!"
In the main hall of the Liantian Sect, one by one the weapon masters stood up.
Even Duan Tianfeng looked at the scene in the light curtain with a strange look on his face.
"Zhu Zhentian is known as one of the ten great sword ancestors in the world."
"For such a strong man, even if his soul is lost, his sword practice is extremely powerful. Han Muye can actually take his sword..."
Within the light curtain, Zhu Zhentian bowed to Han Muye.
"Brother Han, I wish you to be your protector for ten years."
ten years.
For a strong person like Zhu Zhentian, ten years is enough.
This sentence made the powerful men of Liantian Sect shake their heads in envy.
Who would have thought that Han Muye would have such an opportunity?
"Tell me, did he really see something?"
"Also, does he really have such a profound knowledge of kendo?"
No one can answer these questions.
Everyone watched Han Muye walk into the mountain gate of Yunming Sword Gate.
After staying at Yunming Jianmen for five days, Han Muye quietly left.
Following him was Zhu Xuyuan.
It cannot be Zhu Zhentian, the ancestor of the Yunming Sword Sect, but Zhu Xuyuan, the elite of the younger generation of the Yunming Sword Sect.
Yunming Jianmen also wants to save face.
This time, the expressions of the weapon refiners in the main hall of the Liantian Sect were different.
They naturally saw that Han Muye was now practicing cultivation.
Although this kind of practice is different from the path they took before, maybe it is another way of practice?
They looked at the pictures in this light curtain more carefully.
Two days later, Han Muye was stopped by a middle-aged swordsman in a green robe in the wilderness.
"Master Han, I am Zhao Zheming, a swordsman."
As he spoke, he threw the long sword in his hand and it flew down in front of Han Muye.
"I have a close relationship with a disciple of the Heyu Sword Sect. He told me that as long as I find you and hand the sword to you, I will get unimaginable opportunities."
Send sword.
Han Muye chuckled, raised his hand, and held the hilt of the sword.
"The sword is made using the three-fold method of blue steel. The sword body is three feet eight inches and weighs five kilograms and seven coins."
"Eighteen immortal patterns are engraved on the sword body, with the main pattern being Qingling Wind."
"This sword is not suitable for you."
Hearing Han Muye say that the sword was not suitable, the middle-aged man's expression changed. He pondered for a moment and looked at Han Muye: "Then please help me refine a sword, master."
Han Muye held the sword and inserted the long sword into his scabbard.
"You will be my protector for ten years and I will help you."
The middle-aged man did not hesitate this time and said, "Cheng Shi has met the master."
Han Muye nodded, carrying the sword and scabbard on his back, and walked forward quickly.
Along the way, he met several sword cultivators, all of whom had heard of his reputation and came to him to refine their swords or seek opportunities.
Han Muye would help them look at the sword and see if they would take action.
A hundred days later, there were seven more sword cultivators beside him.
These people all used their ten years of protecting the Tao in exchange for Han Muye's help in refining weapons.
They didn't know what kind of methods Han Muye had, but they were familiar with the people from Heyu Sword Sect and Yunming Sword Sect, and believed that they would not lie to them.
Three years.
Han Muye visited more than thirty sword cultivating sects.
There were more than fifty people protecting the Tao behind him.
In the past three years, Han Muye's reputation has become more and more famous.
Rumor has it that there is no sword in the world that he cannot see through.
Rumor has it that there is no swordsman in the world that he cannot see through.
Rumor has it that his swordsmanship is even better than that of weapon refining.
Too many rumors.
There are also rumors that he doesn't know how to refine weapons at all.
Because, from beginning to end, he never practiced even one sword.
He just collected other people's swords and put them in the Heichou scabbard behind his back.
The scabbard has now turned into a large black box, hiding all the swords in it.
After three more years, he was already five hundred thousand miles away from the Liantian Sect.
After visiting a kendo sect, Han Muye and his group of seventy-three people began to walk back.
Return to Lian Tian Sect.
This is the moment everyone has been waiting for.
"When Han Muye returns to the Heavenly Refining Sect, it is the time when the art of weapon refining is accomplished."
This is what a great master said.
No one doubts the word of this mighty man.
Because this great power is at the level of a god.
The strongest state in this world is as invincible as the God of Swordsmanship.
Han Muye returned to the Liantian Sect, and the Liantian Sect sent twelve strong men to greet him.
But along the way, there were countless interceptions and kills.
Because even though everyone wants to see Han Muye refining weapons, there are still countless demons and powerful people in the world who don't want to see such a junior rise in the Tiantian Sect.
The Liantian Sect is not without enemies in the world of cultivation.
"It's really interesting..."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "This boy has never made a move or refined a single weapon, yet he is regarded as the best among the younger generation of weapon refiners in the world."
"He, Han Muye, has never really demonstrated his weapon refining skills, yet he is so valued by all parties."
"Fortunately, he is only a weapon cultivator. If he were to cultivate something else, wouldn't it directly stir up the world?"
Countless strong men are waiting curiously.
Two years after the return trip, Han Muye was blocked by a large demon sect on a cliff.
This cliff is nameless.
Three thousand demon cultivators blocked the surrounding reinforcements, and twenty powerful demon cultivators went to the cliff to surround Han Muye.
Seventy-two accompanying sword cultivators stood beside Han Muye.
"This place has no name, but after today, it will have a name."
Han Muye slowly sat cross-legged and placed the black box on his back in front of his knees.
Looking at the demonic figures rushing towards him, he placed his palm on the black box.
"Click."
The black box is revealed.
He held a blue-grey long sword and slowly drew it out with a harsh grinding sound.
"This place will be called Mojian Cliff from now on."
He shouted lowly and threw out his sword.
"Phantom Sword, the sword is three feet long, weighs 3,800 kilograms, has nineteen phantom spiritual patterns, and is built with the bones of three invisible beasts."
"For the rest of your life, this sword will be with you."
The sword cultivator named Yu Sheng moved, took a step forward, grasped the hilt of the sword with his palm, and the long sword turned invisible.
"Stab-"
Thirteen demonic shadows were chopped into pieces.
Then, a figure turned into nothingness and flew directly under the cliff together with the sword.
The sword light rose into the sky.
Kendo, Cheng.
Han Muye kept his eyes still, raised his hand and drew a sword.
"The Holy Cloud Sword is made from three thousand colorful flowing clouds in the sky. It has been warmed and nourished for thousands of years, and the creatures in the sword are alive."
"Xu Wu, I will sharpen this sword for you."
The long sword was thrown out, and a tall swordsman raised his hand to hold it.
"boom--"
Thousands of miles of cloud light, penetrating the sky and the earth!