Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The old man's expression was solemn, his breath was firm, and his eyes were solemn.

This made Han Muye feel a little flustered.

Is it necessary to be so serious about the business of ten spirit stones?

Or, this senior, is a certain boss in the Nine Profound Sword Sect, who has taken a fancy to himself and wants to inherit the mantle?

Perhaps, this is the chance.

Han Muye had a respectful look, and cupped his hands, "This junior needs to learn."

The old man nodded, his expression unchanged, and looked at Han Muye: "Okay, then I will ask you a few questions, you must answer truthfully."

This process is very similar to the inheritance of a certain boss!

Han Muye suppressed the excitement in his heart and nodded heavily.

"Okay, let me ask you, why did you come to Jiuxuan Jianmen?"

Come to Jiuxuan Jianmen, why?

Han Muye thought about it, and the rows of swords in the sword pavilion flashed in his mind.

"For, the sword." Shaking his head, Han Muye said solemnly, "For the sake of the sword, look at it for a long time."

To be reborn once, no matter what, you have to be a little bit more promising. Naturally, you have to aim high.

Hearing his words, a smile appeared on the face of the old man opposite, and he clapped his hands: "Okay!"

"If you don't run rampant in the world and suppress your thoughts with your sword, then you don't have the qualifications to learn from my ten thousand swords and return to the sect!"

Han Muye was overjoyed, he really made the right bet!

Just as he was about to bow, the old man raised his hand again: "I'll ask you again, is your cultivation qualification above the fifth rank?"

Is the cultivation qualification above the fifth grade?

Xiu Wanjian returns to his ancestry, does he need such qualifications?

Also, for such a magnificent name, it is necessary to have a rank five or above.

Han Muye's face stiffened, he shook his head and said, "No."

He sighed slightly in the bottom of his heart, it seemed that he had no chance to practice the peerless cultivation technique.

"Okay!" The old man opposite shouted loudly, startling Han Muye.

"If your aptitude is good enough, you don't need to come to cultivate my ten thousand swords and return to the sect, just follow the steps."

Speaking of which, the old man stared at Han Muye, as if staring at a piece of peerless jade.

"There is no aptitude and no resources."

"There are a lot of people like this in the world."

"These people should accept their fate and be ants all their lives?"

The old man's face turned red, he shouted loudly, and there seemed to be a tyrannical aura rising from his body.

This old guy is a little crazy.

Could it be that the masters of the world are all like this?

Han Muye kept his mouth shut and did not speak.

Enough of roaring, the old man lost his aura, his expression was as usual, he looked at Han Muye and said, "Today, I will pass on your ten thousand swords to the sect, remember, you are walking a road to the sky for ordinary swordsmen in the world, understand?"

Han Muye nodded.

Isn't this responsibility too great?

Seeing Han Muye nodding, the old man took a step forward with one hand behind his back.

"I, Mo Yuan, have spent a hundred years since I entered the Nine Profound Sword Sect. I have studied 360 kinds of swordsmanship, but I have never been able to succeed."

"After watching the three elders of the sword pavilion take action, the sword energy is three thousand feet long and wide, and one sword can split mountains and rivers, and I just realized it."

"Cultivating a strand of sword energy, tempering thousands, dividing 128,000 threads, and condensing it into sword energy."

"Sword Intent beats and rubs a hundred twists and turns into a hundred steelmaking, wraps around the fingers softly, gathers three thousand Sword Intent, and turns into the general trend of heaven and earth."

"This is—"

The old man raised his **** on his right hand and stood side by side, pointing forward.

"Wan - Sword - Return - Zong -"

His eyes are distant and firm, his body is tall and straight, and his posture is like a sword!

If it is matched with thousands of swords flying, endless sword light lingers, and the sky is shaking, then it is really thousands of swords returning to the ancestors, one sword rushing into the sky.

It's just that, in this small room, within a square inch, it seems that there is a little less momentum.

After being silent for a long time, Han Muye couldn't help but whisper, "Is it gone?"

The old man slowly withdrew his hand, did not answer him, but asked, "How much have you realized?"

Comprehend?

Just this move, no, posture?

Han Muye closed his eyes, and in his mind, the image of the old man standing in the same place and raising his hand slowly emerged.

This time, the scene was moving very slowly, so slow that Han Muye wanted to fast forward.

But he could feel that there was something in this picture.

He looked carefully, at the eyes of the old man in the picture, at the movement of the old man in the picture when he pointed out, and at the expression on the old man's face when he shouted "Wan Jian Gui Zong".

Unconsciously, he felt a difference.

serious.

Firm.

There was determination in the old man's eyes.

The old man's **** stick out firm.

The old man had a firm expression on his face.

Changing the screen over and over again, the aura of the old man became more and more solemn, until all the pictures collapsed.

Han Muye opened his eyes.

Comprehend "The Return of Ten Thousand Swords"!

At the moment when he realized that Ten Thousand Swords Returned to the Sect, he felt that all the sword energy in the illusory space within his body was oscillating and surging, as if it was about to rush out.

Can you control the sword energy in your body?

Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect, it's true!

This Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect really condenses the world's thousands of swordsmanship, and can smash the galaxy with just one sword!

Looking at the old man in front of him, Han Muye had nothing but admiration in his heart. He raised his hand and bowed, "Thank you for your teachings, senior, I understand."

The power to create such a practice is worthy of respect.

"You, have you learned it?" Seeing Han Muye's actions, the old man was stunned, and said anxiously, "What did you realize?"

Is this the final test?

Han Muye straightened up, clenched his fist in one hand, and his eyes were firm: "I have a sword in my hand, and I have it in the world."

The old man frowned. He was about to speak when he heard Han Muye say again, "I realized that I don't have a sword in my hand, but I have a sword in my heart."

"I don't have a sword in my hand, but I have a sword in my heart?" The old man was stunned and whispered.

"Without a sword in your hand, do you have a sword in your heart?"

"Haha, I don't have a sword in my hand, but I have a sword in my heart!"

The old man laughed out loud, turned around and left.

It wasn't until he left that Han Muye remembered that he hadn't paid for his ten spiritual stones.

Also, what about the promised apprentices?

Can you comprehend exercises such as Wanjian Guizong after reading it once, this comprehension, this big guy, does not accept himself as a disciple and inherit the mantle?

Wan Jian Guizong, this is not a bad street practice, so casual?

Shaking his head, Han Muye had no choice but to put away the two books and prepare to leave the quiet room.

Perhaps this is fate, and I was born without such a good fate to become an elder's disciple.

Putting away the book, there was a flash of aura on the jade bi in front of him.

"what?"

A message from Yubi made Han Muye's mind move.

"Quiet room No. 85, I need an explanation of the performance of Bibo, the second profound swordsmanship, and the reward is five hundred spirit stones."

Bibo?

He just realized this sword technique yesterday, and it wasn't the first time.

Subconsciously, he reached out and touched the jade bib, and the message dissipated immediately.

Is this the mission?

Han Muye walked out of the quiet room, went to the door of the quiet room No. 85, took a deep breath, pushed the door open and walked in.

In the quiet room, a young man wearing a white robe from the inner door saw Han Muye, looked up and down, and frowned slightly.

"This senior, I don't seem to have seen you in the inner door..."

Han Muye said lightly, "You all know the three thousand inner disciples?"

"That's not--" The young man's expression turned abruptly, and before he could finish speaking, Han Muye waved his hand and said, "Want to play Fa Bibo swordsmanship?"

The young man nodded.

Han Muye looked at the long sword on the youth's waist, stretched out his hand and said, "Bring the sword."