Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Is one spiritual grain and one spiritual stone expensive?

expensive.

It’s so expensive that even the elites of the big sects can’t afford it.

The key is that a piece of Origin Stone weighs ten kilograms of Linggu. When has it ever been sold by the plant?

What's more, from the beginning to the end, that goatee Lao Jin never thought about giving the Origin Stone.

"One Spirit Valley and one Source Stone." The look on Lao Jin's face turned cold.

The three big men who had cut a large amount of spiritual grain in the field turned their heads in confusion at this time.

"I thought someone from Jiuxuan Dao had come to know something, but I didn't expect him to be a good guy." Lao Jin snorted coldly, raised his hand, stepped forward, and threw it towards Han Muye's head.

A faint blue-black light appeared on his palm, causing a strong wind.

If this blow hits hard enough, even practitioners in the Reborn Realm will have their heads cracked open with a slap.

"Uncle Master, hide quickly——" Xun Hao's eyes widened and he shouted softly.

He didn't expect that his uncle would directly offend the manager of the Qin family and make him angry and take action.

The steward of the Qin family was born in the second level of the realm. Among the entire second generation disciples of Jiuxuan Dao, only the eldest disciple Wu Mingjue and the extremely qualified Bai Zhanting could rival him.

My uncle is just starting out, and he is not even qualified to go to the abandoned mine to collect source stones. How can he be the Qin family's rival in management?

This is life-threatening!

Han Muye narrowed his eyes when he saw the palm dropped.

In terms of Yuanli cultivation, the other party was far superior to him, a practitioner who was just beginning to cultivate Yuanli and could reach the realm of rebirth.

But in terms of the use of source power, the operation of power, and the understanding of cultivation, the steward of the Qin family in front of him was simply too different.

Han Muye took the next step, stretched out his left hand, raised it slightly, and pulled his elbow diagonally in front of him.

"Bang——"

The palm of the steward Lao Jin's hand hit Han Muye's arm, which shocked Han Muye's whole body.

The force of this blow is at least a thousand pounds.

If other practitioners who have just entered the realm of rebirth are hit by this blow, their arms will be broken instantly.

But Han Muye wouldn’t.

His body has been tempered to the point of being extremely powerful, and he is not afraid of the opponent's blow at all.

Taking advantage of the power of the blow, he swayed slightly, reached up with his right hand, passed through Lao Jin's chest and abdomen, and grabbed the skirt of his clothes.

Lao Jin was stunned, and just as he raised his hand to slap him again, Han Muye's left arm wrapped forward and wrapped around his right hand.

The left hand is wrapped and the right hand is sealed.

This pose is clearly a variation of the "clouds embracing the breeze" and "stroking the willows as the wind" among the twelve poses of the Nine-Xuan Qingfeng.

Xun Hao and Teng Ming are new disciples and both recognize this move.

In their eyes, Han Muye combined the two moves easily.

Right in front of them, Han Muye suddenly raised his hand, used both arms to lift Lao Jin, the steward of the Qin family, and threw him into the Linggu field.

"Click——"

Lao Jin's shoulder bones and spine were broken in that fall, and his body fell into the Linggu field and couldn't get up.

"Soaring into the clouds to catch up with the wind..."

Xun Hao murmured.

This pose is clearly the Teng Yun Qian Feng among the twelve Qing Feng poses.

But in this move, Han Muye incorporated the ultimate move from the Qingfeng Twelve Moves, "Twisting Wind Spinner."

At the moment when his palm was twisted, most of Lao Jin's bones were dismantled, leaving him unable to resist.

It was precisely because of this that Lao Jin was dumped in the spiritual field and broke his bones.

"Steward Jin!"

"He paid the steward money!"

Those young and strong men from the Qin family hurriedly helped Lao Jin out of the spiritual field.

Lao Jin gritted his teeth and hummed, his body bent like a shrimp, unable to raise his head at all.

Han Muye stood on the ridge of the field, watched a group of people coming up, and spoke again.

"The broken spiritual valleys are also included."

After saying that, he turned around and walked up the mountain.

Xun Hao and Teng Ming quickly followed, their faces full of surprise and confusion, and a bit of reverence.

The method Han Muye just showed was clearly to cultivate the sect's inheritance to an extremely powerful level.

No one from the Qin family dared to speak. It wasn't until the three of them were far away that Lao Jin roared: "Go back, this matter is not over yet!"

…

In front of the small courtyard where Jiuxuan Dao Sect was stationed, Xun Hao and Teng Ming looked at Han Muye with anxious expressions.

"Uncle Master, the Qin family is the largest family within a hundred miles, and almost all of the surrounding spiritual fields belong to his family." Xun Hao looked at Han Muye and spoke in a low voice.

"Yes," Teng Ming said, although his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, the worry could still be seen on his face at this time, "The head of the Qin family is said to have reached the seventh level of cultivation, and even Tao masters, masters, uncles are no match for him."

Although Han Muye's beating of Lao Jin just made them happy, looking back now, the disaster was probably unimaginable.

If the Qin family can offend, Jiuxuan Dao will not be disturbed by the rent of the spiritual field, and Taoist Hu Yu has to go to the abandoned mine to find the source stone.

"If you have time to think about these things, you might as well think about how to improve your own practice."

Han Muye left a word and walked straight back to his small courtyard.

Xun Hao and Teng Ming looked at each other, their expressions changing from confusion to excitement.

"The clouds holding the breeze and the willows caressing the breeze can actually work like that."

"More than that, the one that soars into the clouds and catches the wind is the real mystery."

"Everyone says that my Jiu Xuan Dao skills are not sharp enough, but in the hands of my uncle, I can use them so casually, they are really powerful..."

At this time, Han Muye stood in the courtyard, his breath blowing like a breeze.

A shadow of a mountain appeared outside his body, and the shadow was surrounded by the breeze.

If Xun Hao and Teng Ming saw this scene, they would probably be shocked.

It is said that when the combat skills are practiced to an extremely advanced level, an artistic conception will be manifested, and the power bonus will be terrifying.

It's just that for such a strong person, let alone the Jiuxuan Dao, no one in the entire Jiuxuan Mountains has been heard to have such means.

"Although there is no way of heaven, there is a great way, which is interesting."

Han Muye chuckled, and the cool breeze around him turned into a swirling wind, which condensed around him and never dispersed.

The Qingfeng Twelve Style methods are really not bad. After all, they are the inheritance of a large sect.

After practicing for more than an hour, Han Muye walked out of the small courtyard when he was finishing his exercises. He saw Teng Ming standing outside the courtyard with a look of excitement and nervousness.

"Uncle Master, can the wind and the lingering clouds match the pine wind thousands of miles away?" Teng Ming clenched his fists and spoke while looking at Han Muye nervously.

Han Muye turned to look at him.

It's rare for this kid to have such talent.

"If the pine wind thousands of miles apart turns into the force of wind and clouds, you cannot be rigid. Otherwise, it will be difficult for you to master the changes in power of this style."

Han Muye said, raised his hand and waved, and a breeze flew out.

The wind just started blowing up, and the bluestone over there shattered into pieces with a "bang".

Teng Ming's eyes widened and he murmured: "This, this, really..."

"Bang——"

In the distance, the door was knocked open, and a disciple with a bruised face and ragged clothes rushed in.

"Uncle, senior brother and the others were kidnapped by the Qin family--"

"Uncle Master, they asked Jiuxuan Dao to use the Origin Stone to redeem people."

"They said, one grain of rice and one Origin Stone. Uncle Master, you need to use the Origin Stone to redeem people..."

The disciple looked at Han Muye with panic on his face.

Teng Ming's face showed panic and he looked at Han Muye.

"It's interesting." Han Muye chuckled, straightened his clothes, and walked out the door.

No one is rich without windfall.

He is currently practicing and is short of the Origin Stone.

It's not always easy to steal source stones openly.

Now, there's a reason to grab it.