84, your Cao family wants face, my sword pavilion, but also
Han Muye stood there and ignored him.
Last time Cao Pei came, he could just call people.
This time, the elder of Jiange is not here.
Han Muye suspected that the old man of the Cao family came here on purpose because he knew that the elder of Jiange was not there.
Seeing that his words were ignored by Han Muye, the young man's face became even more angry.
"Today, my ancestor of the Cao family came to deliver the sword in person. If you don't find out why, your sword pavilion will never get another sword from my Cao family in the future."
The young man took a step forward and pointed at Han Muye.
The smile on Huang Laoliu's face faded and he slowly straightened up.
He looked at Cao Anchun, who had his hands behind his back in front of him, and then at the group of young men holding swords behind Cao Anchun.
"Master Cao, is this gift of a sword a real gift?" Huang Laoliu looked solemn on his face.
The elder of Jiange is not here, so he should be at the front in Jiange.
Cao Anchun nodded, looked at Han Muye on the stage and said, "I will send it after checking."
Han Muye also squinted his eyes and looked at the wooden boxes being held.
Even through the wooden box, he could feel the strong sword energy inside.
Such a sword spirit shows that every sword is a treasure.
It also means that these swords are powerful and the sword energy is vigorous.
Last time, the sword of the Sanqin Sword Sect was a middle-grade spiritual weapon. The elder of Jiange said that neither Han Muye nor Huang Laoliu could bear it.
Are any of the swords in front of me of that level?
"Senior brother, my Cao family makes a living by refining weapons. Swords are our face and our lifeblood." The girl standing next to Cao Anchun looked at Han Muye and spoke in a low voice.
"The Nine-Xuan Sword Sect is slapping my Cao family in the face and cutting off the lifeblood of my Cao family by withdrawing my Cao family's sword."
The girl also had a solemn look on her face. She looked at Han Muye and lowered her voice: "Today, if you can admit your mistake in front of my grandfather and give justice to my Cao family, this matter may not be a thing of the past."
"Your job as the Sword Watcher of the Sword Pavilion can also be preserved."
Admit your mistake.
Admit that you were wrong.
A smile appeared on Han Muye's face.
It is not difficult for him to admit his mistakes.
But what he represents now is Jiange...
"This is Miss Sun of the Cao family. I heard that Miss Sun is a genius in weapon refining and the brightest pearl of the Cao family." Just when Han Muye was about to speak, Huang Laoliu's voice sounded.
Huang Laoliu glanced at Han Muye, shook his head, then walked to the center of the stone steps, raised his hand and said: "Miss Cao, you should know that your Cao family wants face, and so does I, Jiange."
After saying that, he looked at Cao Anchun in front of him, cupped his hands, and said calmly: "Since the Cao family has sent a sword, then I, Huang Zhenxiong, will welcome the sword into the pavilion."
"Here comes the sword."
Cao Anchun narrowed his eyes and glanced at Huang Laoliu, then raised his hand and waved lightly.
Cao Pei, who was standing behind him, walked forward holding the wooden box.
"Brother Six, take it easy..." Cao Pei glanced at Huang Lao Liu and whispered.
Huang Laoliu grinned and reached out to open the wooden box in front of him.
The wooden box was opened, and a fierce sword energy burst out instantly.
The cold sword energy made the surrounding air seem to be chilling.
"Good sword."
Huang Laoliu's eyes flashed, he took a deep breath, then stretched out his hand and slowly grasped the sword in front of him.
This sword looks simple and majestic, with a bronze color all over, and faint cloud patterns on the scabbard.
Huang Laoliu held the long sword in his hand and trembled all over.
"A sword tempered with ice-cold stone, no matter how bad it is, can still be used as a meditative ornament."
Huang Laoliu spoke calmly, then put his hand on the hilt of the sword and held it firmly.
At this time, there was a strange aura rising from him.
Condensing Sword Technique!
"Buzz——"
Within a radius of three feet, all swords and weapons vibrated softly.
The swords placed in the wooden boxes seemed to be jumping out of them.
"A rare sword watcher, no wonder Senior Brother Gao can escape safely." Cao Anchun looked at Huang Laoliu and spoke in a low voice.
Huang Laoliu looked at him, laughed softly, and then used his fingers hard.
"Canglang——"
The long sword was slowly unsheathed.
A cold breath filled the air.
"It seems that not only was the cold stone used during quenching, but it was also soaked with Millennium Cold Pond water nine times during the quenching process."
The cold aura emanating from the sword made the backs of Huang Laoliu's hands covered with frost. The expression on his face remained unchanged as he pulled the long sword out of its scabbard.
"Buzz——"
The long sword shook, and he slowly released his palm.
The long sword hung quietly in front of him, with green light flowing on it.
Han Muye remembered that Huang Laoliu told him the practice method of Condensing Sword Art.
Concentrate your mind into a sword.
Divine Soul Sword.
No wonder Huang Laoliu was able to work as a sword watcher in Jiange for seven years.
The power of his soul can already control swords.
These methods, coupled with a good sword, make it easier to challenge levels than drinking water.
The expressions on the faces of Cao Anchun and the young men and women around him changed slightly.
They are all swordsmen, so they naturally know what the method of wielding a sword with a divine soul means.
Huang Laoliu turned his head and looked at the young man who pointed at Han Muye with a grin: "Boy, you know, for a swordsman like me who can live for a long time, killing you is like killing a chicken."
The words fell and the sword moved!
"call out--"
The long sword that no one had grasped flashed and grazed the young man's neck, picking up a few broken hairs and a streak of blood.
"Canglang——"
The sword is sheathed.
Huang Laoliu put the sword back and said calmly: "The best among ordinary weapons."
The young man beside Cao Anchun looked pale and stretched out his hand to touch his neck, his fingers trembling a little.
"Why are you shaking?" Huang Laoliu said coldly: "In front of your old man, can I still kill you?"
"That's it."
After saying that, he turned to look at Cao Anchun with a smile on his face: "Master Cao, it's not me who says that your Cao family and Miss Sun are good at heart and talent, and they will definitely become famous in the future."
The expression of the girl standing next to Cao Anchun did not change at all.
Cao Anchun didn't speak, just waved his hand again.
Another sword was delivered to Huang Laoliu.
Huang Laoliu chuckled, raised his hand and grabbed the sword.
The hot sword energy stirred up his fluffy gray hair, making his hand holding the sword look pale.
He stretched out his finger and flicked it, and the sword vibrated.
Huang Laoliu closed his eyes, and his aura wrapped the long sword.
"It's amazing. This sword is already a top-grade semi-spiritual weapon. It's just shy of being sent to the second floor of the Sword Pavilion."
He opened his eyes, and there was a deep light in his eyes, but his face became a little paler.
"Come again."
The long sword was sheathed and he shouted loudly.
Another wooden box was delivered to Huang Laoliu.
"Brother Six, forget it, you can't handle it." Cao Pei whispered in a low voice.
Huang Laoliu narrowed his eyes and looked at the silent head of the Cao family in front of him.
"Hey, I, the sword watcher of the Sword Pavilion, can't hold anything. The only thing I can hold is the sword."
Opening the wooden box, Huang Laoliu reached out and grabbed the cyan sheathed sword.
"Brother Six, let me do it."
At this moment, Han Muye, who had never spoken a word, took a step forward and stood in front of Huang Laoliu.
Huang Laoliu shook his head and whispered: "It's okay, Brother Liu, I can still hold on. At worst, I can go back and sleep for two days after finishing the work."
After saying that, he reached for the sword.
Han Muye stopped his arm, then looked at the sword in front of him, and said calmly: "I guessed right, there are six swords here that were all returned by me, right?"
"I'm also very curious about what methods you used to turn several useless swords into treasures."
As he finished speaking, his hand was grasped on the hilt of the blue sheathed sword.