860, the cup stops and you are not defeated, even if I lose
Choose a sword.
This is one of the benefits for a disciple who first enters the sword pool. It is also a matter of chance just like enlightening the sword.
Although this opportunity is no longer possible in the eyes of the disciples who entered the hall.
But, what's the use of choosing a sword that's already so rusty?
Li Si looked at the sword pointed by Han Muye, with a trace of thought on his face.
"Han Wuxie, what do you mean?" On the side, a sturdy young man showed annoyance on his face and whispered: "How can Li Si be considered your friend, how can you deceive him like this?"
The sword Han Muye pointed to was clearly a broken sword.
With such a sword in hand, it is difficult to even practice swordsmanship, let alone use it against the enemy.
You know, after disciples choose to wear a sword, they need to complete some practice tasks.
If you go out with such a sword, you might get the sword cut off when you confront someone.
"Haha, Han Wuxie, you think the opportunity to receive the sword is too simple." A young disciple wearing a jade belt around his waist came over and reached out to lift the long sword pointed by Han Muye.
The blade of this unsheathed long sword is mottled, with gaps in many places. It is so covered with rust that the cloud patterns on the blade can no longer be seen.
Shaking the sword gently, the young man shook his head and put the sword back to its place.
"Let me tell you how the rumored opportunity came about."
"There may be high-quality standard swords, but they have been marked by the disciples who have accepted the swords. They will hand over these swords to the person who leads the sword individually after accepting the benefits or being greeted by a senior."
"When we started, who had a special status, who was the reincarnation of a senior, who had extraordinary talents, and who had extraordinary wealth, didn't you, the sect, know?"
"You can't find any flaws among these standard swords."
The young man's words made a group of disciples around him nod their heads. Many of them looked disappointed and turned to look at the pile of broken swords.
If you can’t pick up the standard swords, what about these broken swords?
The young man who spoke saw everyone's thoughts and shook his head: "Don't even think about these broken swords."
"Not to mention those who are qualified to enter the sword pool, the swords of other seniors will be inspected layer by layer, and any items with something in them will be hidden."
"These are swords that have been touched countless times."
The young man chuckled, pointed at the swords, and looked at Han Muye: "Swords, I already think highly of them."
Putting these broken swords here has no meaning anymore.
The sword-leading disciples looked at each other, with wry smiles on their faces, and turned to look at the standard swords.
As for Han Muye, in their opinion, he was just a silly boy who was just trying to get a chance.
"Han Wuxie, please leave them alone." Li Si took a deep breath and looked at the long sword Han Muye had chosen.
"Do you think I'm just thinking too much?" Han Muye looked at Li Si.
With a solemn expression on his face, he stretched out his hand to hold a sword that was not only severely rusted, but also had its blade broken.
A picture appeared in Han Muye's mind.
"I practiced swordplay at the age of thirteen, became an elite among my peers in the sword pool at the age of eighteen, went down to the mountain to garrison at the age of thirty-six, experienced three thousand battles, large and small, and killed countless people."
"One hundred and sixty-five years old. He held a sword and fought against Xuan Qin's worship. He was defeated and seriously injured and died."
"Sun Ji is a true swordsman."
Putting down his sword, Han Muye held another one.
The sword was even more broken, with a deep crack on the sword's spine.
"Fang Yuanzi, the fifty-ninth generation disciple of Jianchi."
"After practicing for three hundred and eighty years, he died at the end of his life. He fought with people three hundred and sixty-four times with the sword in his hand."
"The strongest time was when I had a confrontation with three gangsters from the Heaven Realm. My sword was almost broken and I was seriously injured. From then on, I couldn't make any progress in my practice."
…
Every time Han Muye held a sword, he would gently stroke the rusty texture on it with his palm and whisper to himself.
Li Si's face showed surprise and he stared at Han Muye closely.
How can these messages be seen?
Han Muye turned his head and looked at Li Si: "Each of these swords represents the life of a swordsman."
"They are not stories, they are every ray of light that supports the bright tiger spirit world."
Standing up, Han Muye casually picked up a broken sword, turned around and walked out of the lobby.
Li Si stood in silence for a long time before holding the long sword pointed by Han Muye.
"Okay, each of these swords is a ray of light."
"From now on, you will be my light."
When he held the sword in his palm, Li Si seemed to feel a power pouring into his body from the broken sword.
…
Han Muye returned to the thatched cottage and Liu Jun was already waiting for him.
"According to your request, Patriarch Wuxie, we Jianchi disciples have searched the battlefield of Thirty Thousand Miles."
"In our tiger spirit world, there are more than 3,600 qualified people in total. However," Liu Jun paused and whispered: "None of them have the induction mentioned by the ancestor."
Han Muye asked Jianchi to quietly search for Mu Wan in the 30,000-mile battlefield.
It's a pity that maybe Jianchi's strength is not enough, or maybe he is really not among the people in the tiger spirit world, so no trace of Mu Wan's soul reincarnation was found this time.
Han Muye nodded and whispered: "Let me go look for it myself."
"Then the disciples will also accompany the Patriarch." Liu Jun said quickly.
Although Han Muye's strength has recovered a lot now, in the eyes of Liu Jun and other Jianchi elders, he is still far behind.
Without the combat power of the Immortal Realm, it would not be easy to come back after searching for someone on the battlefield thirty thousand miles away.
"No need." Han Muye waved his hand and looked outside the thatched cottage, "Have any disciples gone there to perform tasks recently? I will be with them."
"You are more likely to be besieged if you go."
There will naturally be a connection between strong people.
If the elders in the sword pool go to the battlefield thirty thousand miles away, they will definitely attract the siege of those strong men.
Liu Jun's face froze and he had no choice but to nod.
"In half a month, a team of disciples will go to the battlefield to provide reinforcements and bring some supplies along the way."
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Zhao Minghe is a disciple of Jianchi Jian Tang. He has practiced for thirty years and has reached the half-step heaven level.
As an elite of his generation, he has carried out dozens of missions to the battlefields of the two worlds.
However, if you have not reached the heaven realm, you are not qualified to stay on the battlefields of those two realms for a long time, let alone fight on the battlefield.
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This time, as the leader of a team transporting supplies, he accepted a team that surprised him.
Unconsciously, he turned to look at the chariot behind him.
There are a total of eighteen disciples, each riding a Feiyun horse. Only three Jianlu disciples ride on the carriage.
These three Jianlu disciples were clearly escorting a war weapon to the battlefield between the two realms.
Only Zhao Minghe knew that the order he accepted was that if he was attacked, all disciples would fully protect the Jianlu disciple named Han Wuxie.
According to the elder who gave him the order, it was no matter what anyone did.
"Your lives can be spared, and your swords can be broken, but you cannot let anyone hurt Han Wuxie before you die."
The elder who said these words had a solemn look on his face.
As the entire convoy moved forward, the atmosphere was somewhat dull.
The disciples of the Sword Hall behind Zhao Minghe are all the strongest beings among their peers.
Although they don't interact much on weekdays, they have more or less heard of each other's reputations.
In this mission, after they left the sword pool, they already felt something strange.
This makes everyone more cautious.
The convoy ran non-stop for three days, covering 20,000 miles without repair.
"Everyone, the front should be Donggu City at the junction of Tiantang and Donghai. We will enter the city to repair it, and then cross the border of Mochu in the East China Sea and go straight to the battlefield between the two realms."
Zhao Minghe turned to look at the people behind him, and then turned his eyes to the frame.
In the carriage, a middle-aged man with gray hair poked his head out and said with a smile: "Junior Brother Minghe, please make arrangements."
Zhao Minghe nodded and led the convoy into the city.
This middle-aged man with gray hair is a member of Zhao Minghe's generation and is practicing in Jianlu.
Zhao Minghe had met this man before.
That was during a siege and infiltration of powerful men from the Linglong Realm.
This senior brother is very strong.
So strong that even now Zhao Minghe dare not look directly at him.
Donggu City has a radius of a hundred miles and is a large city on the East China Sea.
Although Mo Chu was destroyed, there were still forces living in the East China Sea. As a place adjacent to the remaining forces of Mo Chu, Donggu City naturally gathered many powerful Mo Chu people.
At the same time, it is also a big trading city and has many resources from the East China Sea to Tiantang.
Entering Donggu City, Zhao Minghe and the others had already changed their clothes and even hid their swords.
In this way, to outsiders, they look more like ordinary caravans.
This is also the reason why the Sect Elders Council chose Zhao Minghe as the caravan leader.
Most of the other Jianchi disciples are arrogant, and it is difficult to let them hide their swords and enter the city.
These disciples wanted to put their swords on their heads and let everyone know that they were Jianchi disciples.
Entering the city in casual clothes and staying in an ordinary inn, who would have thought that a dignified Jianchi disciple could be so low-key?
"Three senior brothers, my senior Jianchi is stationed in Donggu City. Do you want to pay a visit?"
After everything was settled, Zhao Minghe looked at Han Muye and the others.
Among the three Jianlu disciples, in addition to Han Muye, there is also the gray-haired middle-aged Gu Chengming, and the other Guo Lang, who has a light aura and does not look like a swordsman at all.
Upon hearing Zhao Minghe's question, Guo Lang and Gu Chengming both turned to look at Han Muye.
When they left the sword pool, the elder had already told them that the mission of the two of them on this trip was to protect Han Wuxie's safety.
Although they don’t know the reason, since it is a task, they will naturally do their best to do it well.
"You can report it and forget about the visit." Han Muye shook his head and said softly.
Reporting is a proper procedure. When Jianchi disciples come, they must let the guards of Donggu City know that if something happens, rescue will be in time.
Zhao Minghe arranged for people to report, while others took the time to rest and prepare for possible interceptions after leaving Tiantang.
It's okay within Tiantang, but outside of Tiantang, it won't be so peaceful.
"Senior Brother Minghe, Uncle Yunting, who is stationed in Donggu City, asked us to go there."
"He said he had heard about Senior Brother's name. Today, guests from Mo Chu came to the city and there was a banquet."
The disciple who went to report came back and delivered an invitation to Zhao Minghe.
After opening the invitation, Zhao Minghe showed a trace of hesitation on his face.
If this kind of gathering happened in the past, he would naturally go there happily. After all, it was arranged by a sect senior.
But the mission this time is different. It would be best if we can avoid interfering without interfering.
"Junior brother Nullah, please help me reply -"
Before Zhao Minghe finished speaking, a voice sounded: "Since it is arranged by the senior garrison, naturally we cannot refuse."
"Let's go have a meal."
Zhao Minghe turned his head and saw that Han Muye had tidied his clothes and walked out of the inn.
His words made Guo Lang and Gu Chengming smile on their faces.
On the surface, Donggu City is still the land of Tiantang, and Tiantang is responsible for all the government offices and military guards in the city.
The Jianchi disciples who guard this place are stationed at Yongming Hall in the west of the city.
When Han Muye and the others arrived, they saw various carriages and horses parked in front of Yongming Hall.
A middle-aged man in black robe quickly stepped forward and raised his hands to Han Muye and the others.
"Senior brothers, Master Yunting's uncle invites you this time to arrange a competition."
Competition arrangement.
A caravan came over from Mochu in the East China Sea to visit Senior Jianchi who was stationed here.
There was a banquet hosted by Yongmingtang, but there were several junior disciples in Mo Chu’s caravan who wanted to compete with Jianchi’s juniors.
Originally, Taoist Yunting didn't care.
Jianchi disciples are never afraid of any competition.
But after the two battles, Taoist Yunting already looked gloomy.
The other party clearly challenged them intentionally. The two Mo Chu juniors who took action were extremely powerful and their methods were vicious.
The two Jianchi disciples who were competing were both seriously injured.
For a while, there was no one who could compete with Mo Chu's peers in Donggu City.
This makes Taoist Yunting very embarrassed.
It happened that Zhao Minghe sent someone to report at this time.
Taoist Yunting had indeed heard of Zhao Minghe before, so he invited him to challenge.
After hearing the words of the black-robed disciple, Zhao Minghe and the others looked at each other.
"Okay, then I'm going to have a fight."
Zhao Minghe nodded and spoke in a deep voice.
This kind of scene is not to show off, but to protect Jianchi's face.
Hearing Zhao Minghe's agreement, the disciple looked delighted and led them quickly into Yongming Hall.
After passing through several squares, a banquet was already held in the lobby behind.
Zhao Minghe and others stepped forward, their auras were extraordinary, and they immediately attracted many eyes.
Han Muye and the others did not report their identities. Only Zhao Minghe stepped forward, bowed to the white-bearded old man sitting upright, and reported his origins.
"Disciple Zhao Minghe pays homage to Master Yunting's uncle."
Yunting is a disciple of the fifty-ninth generation of Jianchi, and his own cultivation level is already halfway to the Immortal Realm.
To guard one side, a half-step immortal is enough.
Hearing Zhao Minghe's words, Taoist Yunting nodded and raised his hand to signal Zhao Minghe and the others to sit down.
After everyone sat down, many Jianchi disciples came to propose a toast.
The drinks and spiritual fruits placed on the long table were quite good, and Han Muye took the time to take a few sips.
"Senior Yunting, this Senior Brother Zhao Minghe is the Sword Pool Elite you are waiting for, right?"
A voice sounded in the lobby.
Everyone raised their heads and looked at a female nun wearing a blue dress in front of them.
The female cultivator's gaze fell on Zhao Minghe, her eyes flashing with light.
"Senior Brother Zhao, you can drink wine later. My little sister wants to compete with him. I wonder if he dares to challenge me?"
A straightforward challenge.
The entire lobby suddenly became quiet.
The disciples of Sword Pool were defeated in the previous two battles, which put all the practitioners of Sword Pool in a dilemma.
At this time, challenge, accept or not?
Zhao Minghe nodded, lifted the jug, and poured a glass of wine in front of him.
"Then let's spar first and then drink."
He raised his hand and flicked it, and the glass full of wine started to spin.
His men were already flying up, their swords unsheathed.
"If you are not defeated at the end of the cup, I will lose."