Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Heavenly Profound World.

Western Xinjiang.

Jiuxuan Mountain.

Outside the Jiuxuan Jianmen Mountain Gate.

"I'm very savvy, senior, give me a chance!"

On the Qingbaiyu Square, Han Muye grabbed the arm of the Taoist Qingpao in front of him and said in a low voice.

Hearing his words, the Taoist flicked his sleeves, swept his eyes around, and said with a sneer: "You can see, who doesn't say that he has superior understanding here."

Han Muye turned his head, all he saw were cold eyes and mocking expressions.

Jiu Xuan Jianmen is one of the nine factions in the Western Xinjiang. Who doesn't have confidence in their own aptitude and understanding when they come to Jiu Xuan Mountain to apprentice?

Han Muye really wanted to cry but had no tears.

His comprehension is really high.

The welfare of traveling from the earth to this world is the full level of comprehension.

But in the training aptitude test just now, he was rated as the most inferior ninth-grade aptitude.

The ninth-grade aptitude, also known as the waste spirit root, is the kind that can't be hoped to build a foundation after a hundred years of practice.

No matter how good the understanding, coupled with Chai waste's cultivation qualifications, is still Chai waste.

Therefore, he was ruthlessly eliminated by the Nine Profound Sword Sect.

The Profound Sky World is a world of cultivation, and mortals who cannot cultivate are ants.

Ants can't be seen by the strong.

At this time, no one in the Qingbaiyu Square gave Han Muye another look.

The sun rises from the beginning to the sky, and then to the west.

There are fewer and fewer people on the Qingbaiyu Square.

With enough qualifications, he happily stepped into the mountain gate.

If the aptitude is not good, go down the mountain early while the sky is light.

In this life, the dream of cultivation has ended.

Looking at the shining mountain gate ahead, Han Muye clenched his fist tightly.

He only wanted one chance.

An opportunity to practice.

As long as he can worship in the practice sect, with his full-level comprehension, he can definitely soar to the sky.

In order to be able to worship the Nine Profound Sword Gate, he waited here for half a year.

However, all hope is now in vain.

Turn around and go to another sect?

Nine-grade qualifications that the Nine Profound Sword Sect does not accept will not be accepted by other sects.

Moreover, the other recent cultivation sect was also thousands of miles away. Han Muye didn't feel that he had no cultivation and could walk to the next sect alive.

Looking at the blue and white jade square, Han Muye's eyes suddenly lit up, he stepped forward a few steps, and lifted a large mahogany chair.

This large chair is so heavy that he grins.

However, he still tried his best to move towards the mountain gate.

Beside him, there are several people in gray robes, who are moving the tables and chairs that were placed when recruiting disciples.

"Snapped-"

Han Muye just moved to the front of the mountain gate and clapped a big hand on the chair he was carrying.

The big chair fell to the ground, and Han Muye stumbled.

"Boy, do you know? Without this robe, you don't even have the qualifications to move a chair."

An eight-foot tall man as strong as a calf sneered and pointed to the gray robe on his body, then stretched out a hand and grabbed the chair that Han Muye had moved, turned around and strode towards the mountain gate.

Bah, a handyman doing rough work is a lot.

Don't say, at this time, it's really amazing.

Han Muye hurried forward and grabbed the leg of the chair.

The big man turned his head with a fierce look in his eyes: "Boy, make trouble again—"

His words were blocked by the flash of light from Han Muye's palm.

It was half a spirit stone.

Lingshi, a common hard currency among practitioners in the Profound Sky World, is a must for practice shopping, home travel, and fights.

The world of practice pays attention to the four essential elements. Wealth, law, land, and wealth are the top priority.

Han Muye winked at the big man.

The big man looked around and nodded slightly. The two of them pulled a large chair and walked to the corner of the mountain gate.

"This eldest brother, I just want to go to the Nine Profound Sword Sect."

Always make up a reason why you must stay.

Han Muye handed over half of the spirit stone in his hand, and said in a low voice, "I offended the enemy, they are blocking me at the foot of the mountain now, and I will die if I go down."

In the Profound Sky World, there is a place where the law of kings is taught, but it is not in the Western Border.

In the Western Xinjiang, a hard fist is the king's law.

There are quite a few things about offending people and being beaten to death.

The big man nodded, stretched out his hand and grabbed the half of the spirit stone that Han Muye handed over.

"Um?"

The big man raised his head and looked at Han Muye who was holding the spirit stone tightly.

Han Muye smiled and nodded.

"Um."

I only earned this half of the spiritual stone by setting up a stall at the foot of the mountain and playing juggling. How could I hand it over so easily?

In the previous life, he made a lot of friends who didn't do anything for money, but now Han Muye doesn't see a rabbit or a hawk.

The big man looked at the half spiritual stone that Han Muye couldn't hold or pull out, he pondered for a while, and said in a low voice, "You just need to enter the Nine Profound Sword Gate, right?"

Han Muye nodded quickly.

He didn't expect the rough guy in front of him to help him much.

It is enough to enter the mountain gate.

As long as you go in, depending on your own understanding, even if you rub hard, you can still make some splashes.

"That's right, there is a sword watcher missing from the sword pavilion. I'll lead you there."

The sword pavilion?

The name sounds quite impressive!

Sword watcher?

What kind of trouble is this?

Following the big man named Lu Gao carrying the large chair, Han Muye finally got what he wanted and stepped into the mountain gate of Jiu Xuan Sword Sect.

Taking a deep breath, Han Muye seemed to feel a strong spiritual energy running through his chest, abdomen, heart and lungs.

"This is the smell of aura..."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, imagining the aura traveling through his meridians.

"Come on, on Jiuxuan Mountain, only the secret place in the back mountain has spiritual energy. If you take a sip, it's the same as down the mountain."

"Besides, don't say your waste spirit root, it is the heavenly spirit root above the first rank, I'm afraid you won't be able to smell the aura."

Lu Gao's words interrupted Han Muye's interest.

Putting the big chair in the warehouse, Lu Gao led Han Muye along the mountain road to a pavilion not far away.

Under the setting sun, the pavilion of UU Reading www.uukanshu.com seemed to be covered with a layer of golden light.

Across the distance, Lu Gao stopped.

"Hey, this is the sword pavilion. You go to the door to find a man named Huang Laoliu, and he will arrange for you to be a sword watcher."

Lu Gao said, and stretched out his hand again.

Han Muye handed him half of the spirit stone, then cupped his hands and said, "Big Brother Lu is a good man. I'll settle down in a few days. Please have a drink."

Lu Gao grinned and said, "Go, go."

Han Muye strode towards the sword pavilion.

Behind him, Lu Gao brought half of the spirit stone to his mouth and bit it, and rubbed it twice on his face.

"Good people? Can good people live long?"

"Boy, next time you drink, I'm afraid it will be your soul-breaking wine."

While muttering a few words, Lu Gao took the spirit stone and put it in his arms, turned around and left, as if he didn't want to take another look at Jiange.

Han Muye was already standing outside the sword pavilion at this time.

Looking up, the four-story high-rise building is rare and majestic.

And it's so close, this sword pavilion seems to exude a slight chill, making people feel shivering.

"Close the pavilion at sunset, the rules of the sword pavilion, the main point is that Jian will come tomorrow."

Han Muye hadn't set foot on the nine-story stone steps in front of the attic, but an old voice could be heard from the closed door.

Is this Huang Laoliu?

Standing outside the pavilion, Han Muye clasped his fists and said, "Senior, I was arranged by the handyman to be a sword watcher."

The voice fell, and the pavilion door opened with a creak.

An old man with gray hair and a wrinkled and shriveled face looked at Han Muye, looked up and down, then hung his eyes and said, "The sword pavilion hides 100,000 swords, and the sword qi hurts people in all directions."

"If you don't have a cultivation base, you can't live here for a year."

"Are you here to die?"