Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 300 Cranes are innocent, seek the horns of Kui Niu (12 chapters)

With a flash of inspiration, a young man in a white robe and a golden crown appeared in front of Han Muye.

She has a handsome face, eyebrows and temples, and a brocade robe and jade belt.

Boy, without arms.

"Are you the one chosen by Duan Jiuxiao?"

Looking at Han Muye, the boy frowned.

"Human race?"

"With the power of the blood of the human race, can you also control ten thousand monsters?"

There was a golden light in the boy's eyes, staring at Han Muye: "Let me see, what qualifications do you have to inherit Duan Jiuxiao's everything."

After finishing speaking, his figure had already appeared behind Han Muye.

quick.

The speed is extremely fast.

This speed was so fast that Shan Cang, who is good at speed, was at a loss.

A small blood-colored sword stabbed out from Han Muye's back.

This little sword is in the shape of a sky crane's long beak, with a jade-white aura shining on it.

With a flash of the little sword, it was within a foot of Han Muye's vest.

Han Muye didn't respond.

Puzzled on the boy's face, Xiaojian made another point.

Han Muye still didn't look back.

"Stab—"

The little sword accelerated suddenly, turned around and slashed at the young man's side.

The small sword slashed horizontally, smashing the clouds.

But under the sword, there was nothing.

It wasn't until this time that Han Muye's figure faded away, and then appeared five feet behind the young man.

"The bewitching power of the Tianhu bloodline can even fool my eyes. At least your soul is already at the peak of the heavenly realm."

"You can move three feet behind me silently, your wind attribute is friendly, and the power of space is absolutely unimaginable."

Turning his head, the boy stared at Han Muye with a curious look on his face.

"Also, you can actually calculate the trajectory of my sword. It is obvious that the practice of swordsmanship is extremely profound."

His eyes fell on the sword box on Han Muye's back, and the young man looked proud: "Take my sword and let me see if you are really as I thought, with unparalleled talent and superb swordsmanship."

Without giving Han Muye a chance to respond, the little sword stabbed directly at Han Muye's neck.

Within five feet, the footsteps are never as fast as the sword.

Even if Han Muye wanted to retreat, he couldn't.

This time he didn't hide, nor did he retreat.

The two swords were unsheathed, the sword light flashed, the long sword blocked the small sword, and the broken sword directly stabbed upward from the left side.

One grand, one weird.

The two sword lights did not make the slightest sound of piercing through the air, and the sword came out, triggering a surge of momentum.

Han Muye is not a person in the secret realm, so he cannot borrow the power of heaven and earth.

This general trend of swordsmanship is the manifestation of his own practice.

Kendo cultivation has become a trend!

The young man's face was full of strange colors, his eyes were fixed, and the little sword moved forward one point.

"when--"

The two swords clashed, bringing out ear-piercing tremors.

The young man stepped back quickly.

When he stood still, he looked down at his ribs.

Under the left armpit, there was a sword mark.

This sword mark just wiped his clothes, showing a trace of damage.

"With your talent in swordsmanship, even the sword master Yuan Tian back then, I am afraid that you will develop a love for talents—"

The boy didn't finish his sentence, his eyes widened.

The three sword pills were shaped like characters, covering his figure.

"There is no sword cultivator in the world who can draw a sword in front of me."

"Let me see how big you are." Han Muye's words revealed endless dominance.

The sound fell, and the sword energy on the three sword pills intertwined and turned into silk threads.

"Turn the sword into silk!" The young man exclaimed, causing the little sword to slam into the silk.

"Stab—"

The little sword was directly chopped into pieces by the sword wire.

On the three sword pills, sword lights intertwined, and one stirred, cutting the young man's body to pieces.

Han Muye shook his head, with a calm expression, raised his hand and put away the sword pill.

The boy's figure appeared from a hundred feet away, with a surprised expression on his face.

Staring at Han Muye for a long time, the young man suddenly smiled: "Although Duan Jiuxiao and Sword Master Yuan Tian are not deadly enemies, they have been fighting back and forth for thousands of years."

"I didn't expect that the inheritor they chose was actually one person."

"If Duan Jiuxiao knew, he would probably die of anger."

Speaking of this, he showed a cheerful expression on his face: "Yes, your swordsmanship is really good."

Looking at Han Muye, the boy's expression turned calm: "My name is He Tianzhen, you should know who I am."

Han Muye nodded, and a flash of inspiration flashed behind him, and a pair of wings appeared.

Sky crane wings.

Seeing those wings, complex emotions flashed across the boy's face.

"I thought I'd never see these wings again..."

Han Muye looked at him quietly, but didn't speak.

The crane's wings are so precious, he won't be a bad guy and just open his mouth to return them.

However, if Hetian really can come up with enough price to exchange, Han Muye will also consider it.

"Are you here to get the Ten Thousand Demon Order?"

The young man looked up at Han Muye, his eyes flickering.

"In this way, I will do my best to help you obtain the Ten Thousand Demon Token, and you will return my wings."

Wan Yao Order?

That is the most precious thing in this secret realm.

But what Han Muye cared about was not the Wanyao Order, but Kui Niujiao.

"I want Kui Niu's horn, you help me subdue this treasure, and I will give you my wings back."

Han Muye looked at He Tianzhen and spoke softly.

The biggest secret of Sky Crane Wing is the power of space contained in it.

For Han Muye who already controlled the power of space, it is not impossible to exchange the sky crane wings for the Kui ox horns.

"Kui Niu Horn?" He Tianzhen cast his eyes on Han Muye, and the halo flowed.

"Your soul and swordsmanship are too strong, and your physical strength is unbearable, so you want to condense the strongest body with Kui Niu horn?"

Speaking of this, He Tianzhen clicked his tongue twice: "It really is your chance."

"In this Mysterious Realm of Ten Thousand Monsters, there are many ways to draw Kui Niu's horn, but I may be the only one who can subdue it."

Such a coincidence?

Han Muye looked up at He Tianzhen.

"Wait for me for three months, and I will unseal the main body."

"The power of my bloodline alone can't stop that guy's thunder from the sky." He Tianzhen smiled and looked around: "Little guys, when my ancestor returns, I will take you to Manghuang."

After finishing speaking, his figure turned into a faint streamer and flew away.

Reckless.

Tianhe, is there really a way to go to Manghuang?

It was a land full of countless powerful and unique beasts.

Also, why is Duan Jiuxiao suppressing He Tianzhen here?

Han Muye had many questions.

For powerful men like Duan Jiuxiao and Yuan Tianjianzun, everything they did had deep meaning.

I can't figure it out for the time being, it's because my realm knowledge hasn't reached that level yet.

The Sky Crane itself can be unsealed, but what about the other ancient beasts?

Could it be that in this secret realm, there is really a force that is so powerful that it cannot be defeated?

Glancing into the distance, Han Muye turned his head to look at Shan Cang not far in front of him.

Shan Cang's eyes were filled with reverence, and he quickly lowered his head.

The strength displayed by Han Muye is really unimaginable.

The skill of the sword is simply too amazing.

"Let's go, go back to the station, I think they will also help the Qingshen tribe solve their troubles."

Han Muye whispered, and his body turned into a breeze, drawing a beam of sword light that shot hundreds of miles away.

This sword light brought up a strong wind and shattered the clouds on the sky.

Although the confrontation with He Tian just now seemed plain, there was endless danger in it.

If it weren't for Han Muye's own extremely strong swordsmanship, He Tianzhen would not have given up so easily.

He Tianzhen absolutely cared about the crane wings that day.

Faster when it comes, faster when it goes away.

After a while, Han Muye and Shan Cang had already returned to Shanmao's camp.

The moment they stepped into the garrison, the flames of the altar in the garrison roared and shook, and the flame burst and rose hundreds of feet.

Every member of the Shanmao tribe has cyan light intertwined, monster light and aura intertwined, sword energy and strong wind stirring.

The superposition of wind attribute power made the figures of the Lynx tribe seem illusory.

Not far away, some slim monsters in green robes with pointed ears were full of horror on their faces.

They are from the weasel tribe.

The bobcat clan, which was originally weak, suddenly became stronger, and several strong men took action to deal with the invading Skywalker cleanly.

This is very difficult for the strong green weasel clan to understand.

They came here with the experts of the Bobcat clan, firstly to thank them, and secondly to see what kind of changes have taken place in the Bobcat clan.

Unexpectedly, just here, I saw such a powerful blood fusion scene.

Such a magnificent scene, what kind of blood power is fused?

"With a radius of five thousand miles, I'm afraid..." An old man of the Qingshen tribe with a white beard and a chin turned his head to look to the side, and said in a low voice, "Spirit pig department."

Several people around were taken aback.

"No way, the Spirit Pig Department is the strongest within thousands of miles..."

Before he finished speaking, the green weasel clan powerhouse widened his eyes.

On the altar, the wind filled the air.

Isn't this a display of the power of the ancient Shitianjiao's bloodline, so what is it?

Several people looked at each other with unconcealable fear in their eyes.

The Lynx Clan stole the blood power of the Spirit Pigs!

Doesn't that mean that from now on, within a radius of five thousand miles, the Lynx clan will be the largest clan?

"boom--"

The flames vibrated and roared, and the three long-tailed mountains flew down behind them.

"Master wants to see you."

It glanced at the strong men of the Green Weasel Clan, then turned and left.

In this glance, there is a powerful soul power in it, which makes several strong men of the Green Weasel Clan shake their souls and cannot control themselves.

What kind of opportunity did the Bobcats get?

Three-tailed lynx, is there such a group in the secret realm?

When several masters of the Green Weasel clan came to the hut, they saw Han Muye standing there.

In front of the thatched hut, there was a board half a person's height, and Huang Zhihu stood in front of the board, teaching the words written on it with a good appearance.

Dozens of Bobcats sat cross-legged with respectful expressions.

They learn to read and write under the guidance of Huang Zhihu.

Han Muye didn't bother Huang Zhihu who was on his head, turned his head to look, and walked to the other side.

Shan Cang led the masters of the Green Weasel Clan to follow.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for helping us break the siege of Skywalker." The leading white-bearded old man of the Qingsan tribe stepped forward and bowed to salute.

Those behind him also bent down hurriedly.

Han Muye sat on the stone bench, waved his hands, then nodded and said, "I'm interested in the alchemy inheritance of your Green Weasel Clan."

No formality, straight to the point.

Whether it's the Lynx Clan or Han Muye's own strength, they all look up to the Qing Weasel Clan.

As a strong person, there is no need to beat around the bush with the weak.

Han Muye wanted it, but the Green Weasel Clan dared not refuse.

Sure enough, although the expressions of those masters of the Green Weasel Race changed, they obviously didn't react very violently.

Who would help the Green Weasel Clan for no reason?

The Bobcat clan and the strong man who ruled the Bobcat clan must have plans.

"My lord, these are the various alchemy recipes passed down by my Qing Weasel Clan, and this is a drop of blood spirit beads from our Qing Weasel Clan."

The white-bearded old man spread out his hand, and in the palm was a piece of jade slip, a drop of light red blood with aura.

Big powers have the means of dealing with the world like big powers, and small ethnic groups also have their own skills.

For example, the Green Weasel Clan did not resist, and directly handed over the inheritance. This is too much to wait, and life-saving is always enough.

Han Muye didn't take the jade slips and blood beads, but said lightly: "Let me see if you guys refine some pills."

Refining pills?

Now?

Before the masters of the Green Weasel Race could react, Han Muye had already waved his hand.

"Om—"

A big tripod fell in the air.

The big tripod is half a foot high, its color is golden light, the whole body is intertwined with golden aura, and the aura pattern is intertwined.

A faint halo of light dispelled the surrounding air, revealing a trace of illusory light and shadow.

"This, this—" the white-bearded old man's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe it: "This is the magic weapon Danding?"

The other blue weasel clan members also had blurred eyes, unable to move their eyes away.

For those monster races who cultivate alchemy, such treasures are really a lifetime dream.

Han Muye didn't explain what level Dao Yuan Ding belonged to, but just waved his hand: "Let's start alchemy."

The white-bearded old man nodded, with a tinge of excitement on his face, he turned his head to look at the few people from the family group, all of them had similar expressions.

I am afraid that there is only one chance in this life to use this kind of alchemy tripod to refine alchemy, right?

A few people got together, muttered a few words, and then triggered the power of a puff of blue flame, and took out a portion of the elixir.

Han Muye's eyes swept over, and there was a flash of light in his eyes.

In his mind, the alchemy process of several Green Weasel Tribes was analyzed one by one.

Elixir formula, alchemy techniques.

Eighth Grade Yuhe Pill, a pill that unblocks tendons and improves blood concentration.

This elixir is a rare treasure for practitioners who want to integrate their blood.

It seems that the members of the Green Weasel Clan also knew that Han Muye wanted to see their value, so they chose this batch of pills specially.

Dao Yuanding's bonus is terrifying.

Several masters of the Green Weasel Race took turns to strike, all of them looked excited.

Han Muye saw that the alchemy technique of the Green Weasel Clan has another advantage, which is teamwork.

These alchemists of the same race and blood can refine pills in succession.

A quarter of an hour later, the cauldron shook, and streaks of spiritual light shot out.

Five pills with dark golden spirit patterns flew out and were collected by these masters of the Green Weasel Clan.

"Panacea!"

Looking at the spirit pattern on the pill, several people cheered excitedly.

"I have the blood of the weasel clan, and I can really refine the panacea." The white-bearded old man held the elixir with a complicated expression, and sighed.

Han Muye didn't make a sound to interrupt their emotion, and only stretched out his hand when they all calmed down.

The elixir in the white-bearded old man's hand fell into his palm.

The pill is round, with a faint dark golden spirit pattern on it.

It's the ultimate pill, but it's not really at the level of a panacea.

The spirit pattern is too weak.

Han Muye stretched out his hand, the Dao Yuan Ding tripped, and spiritual lights flashed on it.

"Om—"

The cauldron was uncovered, and portions of elixir were thrown into it.

Yuhe Dan.

Several Qing Weasel tribes were all staring at Dan Ding.

"No, this Fengyuan grass can't be placed like this, it will explode—"

Just as an old man in green robe finished speaking, Han Muye shot out a sword light and hit the alchemy furnace.

The elixir that would explode the furnace was smashed into pieces, and its power was scattered into other elixir.

"Is that so? The power of Fengyuan herbs can be divided into more than 80%, so the power of this batch of pills should be doubled?" Another old man of the Qingsan clan widened his eyes and exclaimed.

As soon as he spoke, he quickly covered his mouth.

It is a big taboo for others to speak out when they are refining alchemy.

The cauldron spun gently, and the elixir vibrated and turned into liquid medicine, and then quickly condensed the pill.

The whole process was more than 50% faster than the Qing Weasel Clan.

"Om—"

The pills in the cauldron flew out, each one was round and bright, you don't need to look carefully to know that it is a good pill.

A total of eight pills flew out, suspended in front of those alchemists of the Green Weasel Tribe.