Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Returning to Jiuxuan Dao station, Han Muye went straight to his small courtyard.

Wu Quan and others wanted to follow them in, but the courtyard door was closed.

"Senior Brother Wu, how awesome is this!" The disciples around Wu Quan looked at Wu Quan with their eyes shining.

"You still want to say it?" Wu Zhan's expression changed.

Han Muye's performance of the Jiu Xuan Qingfeng Twelve Styles was really stronger than those of the Jiu Xuan Dao disciples who usually taught them.

Such a master in the sect cannot be offended.

"Let's go, let's spend the Source Stone in our hands, buy some wine and meat for our uncle, and exchange it for two pills to replenish our Source Power."

Wu Quan is arrogant and unruly, but he also has some tricks and a bit of courage.

The other disciples listened to him and hurriedly rushed out of Jiuxuandao Mountain Gate.

At this time, it was getting late.

In the small courtyard, Han Muye sat cross-legged on the bed regardless of what Wu Quan and the others planned. The blue Source Stones around him were shattered, and the Source Power was poured into his body.

The acupoints and meridians all over his body were like dry streams, finally being nourished by water.

In a moment, there were already streaks of blue-gray energy around him.

This is a manifestation of the first level of the Reborn Realm, where the source of power is revealed.

For other people, it might take a year or two to reach the first level of the Reborn Realm, but Han Muye has already had his meridians and acupoints connected, and he only needs to fill up his source power.

It's just that his meridians and acupoints are all connected, and the source power required is massive.

The source of energy required for others to emerge from the first level and enter the second level is only one ten thousandth of his.

Of course, his source power at the same level is ten thousand times stronger than others.

The source stones he obtained from the Qin family turned into source power, which was not enough for him to cultivate one thousandth of the first to second levels.

"Buzz——"

The energy in his body shook, and Han Muye opened his eyes.

He clenched his fists slightly, with a glint in his eyes.

This kind of source power cultivation is a bit interesting.

It's real, rich, and has a heavy feeling that makes people feel at ease.

"Buzz——"

With a light punch, Han Muye showed a smile on his face.

The meridians gather speed, and the orifices store strength.

If measured in terms of strength and speed, his cultivation level is equivalent to the sixth level of rebirth.

And he used the Nine Xuan Qingfeng Twelve Styles to perform, with increased strength and speed, it would not be a problem to fight against the seventh or even eighth level of the Reborn Realm.

Walking out of the small courtyard, the aroma of meat wafted from the dining hall outside the courtyard.

When Han Muye walked into the dining hall, he saw all the disciples bowing and waiting.

"Uncle Master, I was wrong to wait."

"Uncle Master, I am blind, please punish me."

Wu Quan and several disciples around him bowed and clasped their fists.

Xun Hao and Teng Ming stood at the dinner table and looked at Han Muye.

Han Muye waved his hand and said calmly: "Sit down."

Everyone looked at each other and sat down carefully.

In front of Han Muye, there was a small jade bottle containing two pills.

Han Muye reached out to pick up the elixir, took a look at it, and put it in his arms.

"Have a meal."

All the disciples quickly brought the bowls.

In the dining hall, there was only the sound of clinking bowls and chopsticks.

After a while, Han Muye put down the bowl and stood up.

"Uncle Master——"

Wu Quan and others stood up quickly and looked at Han Muye eagerly.

Han Muye walked out and stopped after a few steps.

"Remember, morning classes can't be stopped."

After saying that, he left directly.

Those disciples all showed disappointment on their faces.

Wu Quan turned around with a smile on his face.

"Don't understand yet?"

"Tomorrow's morning class, my uncle will definitely teach us boxing techniques!"

His words made all the disciples stunned for a moment, and then they shouted in surprise.

Wu Quan waved his hand and shouted: "Eat!"

He raised his head and looked at Xun Hao and Teng Ming beside him. A smile appeared on his face: "You two junior brothers, you're welcome. This is a lot of meat. Let's eat together."

He is not stupid. Although he and several other juniors have been forgiven by their uncle, their performance is much worse than Xun Hao and Teng Ming.

At this time, these two people must be closer than they are to their uncle.

Now, he could only fawn over Xun Hao and Teng Ming, hoping that they could put in a good word in front of Han Muye.

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Early the next morning, when Han Muye arrived at the practice square, eight disciples were already standing there waiting.

Seeing Han Muye coming, everyone looked excited and expectant.

"I've met Uncle Master!"

Several people bowed.

Han Muye nodded, stretched his muscles, then stood there and started to wave his fists and feet.

His movements were still in the Qingfeng Twelve Styles, just a little slower.

Everyone is not stupid and follows the drill.

After a while, Han Muye began to move faster.

At this point, his movements have been somewhat abridged.

These boxing techniques are all very familiar, and of course all the disciples know them.

Now looking at the changes in Han Muye's boxing techniques, everyone knows that the real opportunity has begun.

They did not dare to be distracted and followed the instructions with all their strength.

Sure enough, after walking a few more times, they found that only half of the original twelve movements of Qingfeng Fist were left.

This half of the deletion actually does not seem to have reduced the power of the boxing.

My uncle actually improved his boxing technique!

What kind of talent can cut in half the boxing skills that have been passed down for countless years?

Without absolute confidence, how could he dare?

After a few more trips, Han Muye's boxing techniques would change again.

At this time, Yunlan Qingfeng came out, and with the next move, it turned into soaring clouds and chased the wind.

Just when he started to move, his boxing skills suddenly turned into caressing the willows and the wind.

The six-style boxing technique in Han Muye's hands can be transformed into ever-changing forms.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Han Muye closed his fist and left.

All the disciples stood there sweating, their eyes full of excitement.

They can feel that the boxing techniques they master now are completely different!

As long as they practice diligently, their boxing skills can be as flexible and flexible as their uncle's!

For three consecutive days, the disciples of Jiu Xuan Dao practiced in full swing.

Han Muye focused on stabilizing his own cultivation, and then slowly polished it.

At the same time, he selected some physical training methods from his memory, and slowly condensed and tempered his own cultivation.

At this time, when he looked inside his acupuncture points, he could already see bright stars.

There is a faint source of power in more than 800 acupoints.

One day later, Taoist Hu Yu, the master of Jiuxuan Dao, returned with his disciples who had gone to mine.

The harvest from this trip was not big, but it was able to bring back more than a hundred Origin Stones. After paying the rent, there was still a balance of more than 20 Origin Stones, which was enough for the sect to spend several months.

When the spiritual valley is harvested, they will be much richer.

All the disciples and Taoist Hu Yu looked relaxed when they came back.

"Junior brother, is there anything happening in the sect these days?" Wu Mingjue found Han Muye and asked.

Han Muye shook his head.

Wu Mingjue turned to look at the eight remaining disciples.

The eight people shook their heads quickly.

They knew that their uncle had offended the Qin family.

But can this be said?

If you really tell them, they won't be able to get any favors.

They all don't know enough about what will happen if they offend the Qin family.

Seeing everyone shaking their heads, Wu Mingjue smiled on his face.

"Okay, this is the Origin Stone that my uncle gave to his junior brother." Wu Mingjue handed the two Origin Stones to Han Muye.

The two pieces left before, plus the two pieces now, are already extremely generous to Han Muye, Hu Yu, and Wu Mingjue who did not go mining.

After all, he is a master-uncle, so he still has some respect.

Early the next morning, the disciples practiced boxing.

Taoist Hu Yu's face was calm, but after only looking at it a few times, his expression had already changed.

"what happened?"

"Why did your boxing skills become like this?"

"Who taught you?"