Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The spiritual light entwines and the power of the avenues intertwines, causing the origin to turn into a fantasy shadow.

The Extreme Dao Realm is the pinnacle of the Dao Realm. It is only one step away from having its own primordial space and giving birth to the universe.

There are only a handful of such masters within a hundred thousand miles.

Outsiders also don't know the existence of Xu Zhigang and Xu Fengnuan on Mitian Peak, but they only think that they are the strongest people in the extreme realm today.

"When a person from the extreme realm arrives, will he buy a sword from the Mitian Sword Sect, or do he want to do other things?"

Someone raised his head, a glimmer of light flashing in his eyes.

Buy or grab?

"That's someone from the Yuntian Dao Sect!" There was an exclamation.

Yuntian Dao Sect, the overlord with a radius of 100,000 miles.

Yuntian Dao Sect has the final say on all matters within a hundred thousand miles.

The disciples of Yuntian Dao Sect are everywhere.

"when--"

"when--"

The golden bell rang one after another, and the sword light flying up in the air paused.

Then turn around.

The strong men from all sides at the entrance of the mountain raised their heads to look at the stream of light flying towards them.

"Fang Langsheng, the deacon of Yuntian Dao Sect, is here, but the master of Mitian Sword Sect still doesn't welcome him?"

The flying figure paused in mid-air in front of the mountain gate of the Mitian Sword Sect and shouted loudly.

The sound spread hundreds of miles, and the surrounding world seemed to be shaking.

The glare dissipated, revealing a tall man wearing a green robe with a long black knife swirling around his body.

His face was in his forties, his eyes were filled with evil aura, and there was blood all over his body.

This is a strong man who is good at killing.

When a strong man from the extreme realm arrives, the master of the Mitian Sword Sect should really welcome him.

But at this time, everyone at the mountain gate looked up, but Han Muye was nowhere to be seen.

The Mitian Sword Sect didn't even welcome the envoy from the Yuntian Dao Sect?

"Master Han Muye of Mitian Sword Sect is waiting for the envoy from Yuntian Dao Sect in Yangjian Lu." A voice sounded.

Yangjianlu is waiting, but it is not a respectful welcome.

This sound made Fang Langsheng, the deacon of Yuntian Dao Sect, instantly shake the evil spirit in his eyes.

He snorted coldly, moved his figure, and rushed towards Mitian Peak with a roar.

Outside the mountain gate, the experts from all sides looked at each other, and the expressions on their faces changed slightly.

Is Mitian Sword Sect trying to offend Yuntian Dao Sect?

"It is said that the Yuntian Daomen has strict requirements for the Mitian Sword Sect to participate in the battle to conquer the sky."

"It's more than harsh. Didn't you see that the Mitian Sword Sect had to sell the swords in the Sword Raising House to get the Pantian Stone?"

"To put it this way, no one will give a good look to the people of Yuntian Dao Sect. If they are just offended like this, do you still want to come back alive during the Battle of Conquest of Heaven?"

There were low discussions outside the mountain gate.

Fang Langsheng was extremely fast, and within a moment he had reached the sword-raising hut on the rugged bluestone.

Continuous thatched cottages, bluestone squares, and steps.

"Ahead is our Mitian Sword Sect's sword-raising hut. Whoever comes -"

A low shout sounded, and three young men wearing the robes of disciples of the Mitian Sword Sect stepped forward.

Before he finished speaking, Fang Langsheng rushed forward, and the golden evil spirit outside him knocked the three of them away.

Su Juesheng, who was standing in front of the Bluestone Square, snorted coldly, and his figure turned into an illusion.

"Canglang——"

The sound of the long sword being unsheathed resounded, and the illusory sword light appeared outside Fang Langsheng's body and hit the golden evil spirit.

Gangsha stirred up, and a cracked pattern appeared on it.

Fang Langsheng frowned, paused, and a trace of surprise flashed across his face.

Su Juesheng's figure returned to its original position, his eyes fixed on Fang Langsheng, and the sword in his hand pointed forward.

Fang Langsheng glanced around, then looked at Han Muye standing on the stone steps in front of him.

"Are you Han Muye from the Mitian Sword Sect?"

"I heard that your Mitian Sword Sect sells the swords in the Sword Raising House in order to collect the Pantian Stone?"

Fang Langsheng had a smile on his face and took out a piece of jade-white paper.

The page moved and flew in the direction of Han Muye.

"Tianming Sect and Wuwei Golden Body Sect have shown sufficient sincerity. During the Battle of Zhengtian, Yuntian Dao Sect will protect them."

"Are your Mitian Sword Sect ready?"

Fang Langsheng's voice was loud and shook the mountains and fields.

Even outside the mountain gate, those powerful Taoists could hear his words.

The Tianming Sect and the Wuwei Golden Body Sect are both enemies of the Mitian Sword Sect. If these two families have the support of the Yuntian Dao Sect, the Mitian Sword Sect will have a difficult time whether it is during the Conquest of Heaven or after the Conquest of Heaven.

I wonder if the Mitian Sword Sect can come up with something that satisfies the Yuntian Dao Sect and seek asylum.

"Don't worry, Han Muye, the leader of the Mitian Sword Sect, is willing to sell even the sect's secrets. This time, he will definitely be able to bring out enough treasures." Someone outside the mountain gate said with a chuckle.

All the swords in the Sword Raising House can be sold, so what else can you not give away?

"It's true that with this person's handiwork, he might be able to give away half of the sword-raising house without batting an eye."

More people looked up the mountains curiously, wanting to see what price the Mitian Sword Sect would pay.

Han Muye took the whirling page, a slight smile flashing across his face.

"Thirty Taoist tools, twenty thousand Pantian stones, and a copy of all the inheritance."

"The price offered by Yuntian Dao Sect is not very high..."

There are about a hundred swords hidden in the Sword Raising House, at the Taoist level.

This is the foundation of Mitian Sword Sect, collected over countless years.

Most of the swords in the Sword Raising House are incomplete or not of very good quality. Countless seniors of the Mitian Sword Sect warmed and nourished them with their own sword bones before they could become Taoist weapons.

As soon as the Yuntian Dao Sect opened its doors, there were thirty swords at the Taoist level, which meant that the sword-raising hut would be completely emptied.

As for the Pantian Stone, 20,000 Pantian Stones would also give the Mitian Sword Sect a lot of pain.

"Sect Leader Han, the share you have is just the price offered by the sect."

Fang Langsheng's voice sounded again.

He unfolded a pale golden page of paper in his hand, and then said faintly: "Young Master Yang has ordered, the Mitian Sword Sect will send fifteen Taoist tools, ten thousand Pantian stones, fifty training elixirs, and all the inheritance of swordsmanship." Make ten copies."

Shaking off the paper, Fang Langsheng looked at Han Muye.

"The sect is a sect, and the leader of this battle to conquer the sky is Mr. Yang. What he wants is also very important and cannot be lacking."

Speaking of this, Fang Langsheng said with a smile: "Fang made this trip, I think Sect Master Han will take some of the hard work."

As his words fell, a faint evil aura filled the air around him.

In the square in front of the Yangjian House, the disciples of the Mitian Sword Sect all stared at each other angrily.

But facing a powerful person in the extreme realm, no one dared to actually draw his sword.

However, a few people narrowed their eyes and felt murderous aura permeating their bodies. They just turned their heads to look in front of Han Muye, and their aura was suppressed again.

Xu Fengnuan, who was standing in front of Han Muye, and Xu Zhichu, who was also in the Extreme Dao realm, didn't move. Why should they show off?

"Master Yang, He Chengyang of the Yuntian Dao Sect, is he leading the team this time?" Han Muye shook off the paper in his hand and looked at Fang Langsheng.

The page in his hand burned instantly.

"If the Yuntian Dao Sect wants the sword of the Mitian Sword Sect, use the Pantian Stone in exchange."

"If you want to pass on the legacy, just like them, stay and serve as the driver of my Heavenly Sword Sect."

"No need to talk about anything else."

No need to talk!

Fang Langsheng's eyes suddenly burst out with evil energy, and a ferocious shadow rose from his body into the sky.

In the realm of the extreme realm, qi and blood take form!

Not far away, the middle-aged man who was sitting cross-legged raised his head, pressed his palms against the long sword between his knees, and tightened his grip on the hilt.

His name is Xu Zhichu.

He once defeated Su Juesheng with one sword in front of the mountain gate of Mitian Sword Sect.