Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

In the hall, there was silence.

Standing there, Xu Haosheng seemed to think of something, his eyes were a little slack.

All the disciples below lowered their heads, hiding the horror on their faces.

Yang Shao didn't know if his bet was right.

"Okay!" Xu Haosheng suddenly shouted.

His eyes were full of light, he stretched out his hand and patted Yang Shao's shoulder and laughed: "From now on, you will be my third disciple of Xu Haosheng!"

Incoming disciple!

Above the lobby, the white-clothed disciples all widened their eyes.

There are dozens of disciples in the Santan Pavilion, but only two of them enter the room.

Su Chengyun, one of the seventy-two masters of the Outer Sect, is not a disciple of the Santan Pavilion.

The two disciples of Santan Pavilion are all elites in the sect!

At this time, Master wants to accept Yang Shao as the third disciple!

Without any hesitation, Yang Shao knelt down on one knee, bowed and called out, "Disciple Yang Shao, see Master."

Like a teacher and a father.

This is the disciple who entered the room.

The disciple who entered the house is the existence of the inheritance mantle.

The resources obtained are different from those of outsiders.

"Yang Shao, within three years, if you can comprehend the third level of Bibo swordsmanship, you can fight for a true inheritance for your master." Xu Haosheng, who put his palms away, said in a deep voice.

True biography!

There are tens of thousands of outer gates and 3,000 inner gates in the Nine Profound Sword Gate. How many are true legends?

In addition to those who have been cultivating for an unknown number of years, is there a hundred?

Which one of the true legends in the door is not famous, and holds a power in his hand?

After today, one step to the sky!

"Meet Senior Brother Yang." In the Santan Pavilion, a group of disciples saluted Yang Shao.

The disciple who entered the room is above the inner door.

And the True Inheritance is an existence in the entire sect that competes with all its peers!

Master respected Yang Shao so much, how could the disciples be disrespectful?

With a smile on his face, Yang Shao raised his hand gently: "Junior brothers, no ceremony."

In the future, in the Three Pools Pavilion, his status is still higher than that of Su Chengyun.

Except for the two who entered the room, the others were all juniors.

All of this comes from the explanation and performance of the senior brother in the Yanfa Building.

Thinking of Han Muye, who was performing in the Acting House, Yang Shao's heart was hot.

He cultivated into the third level of Bibo, became the most important disciple of Master, and became the most important true disciple of the sect.

Yang Shao seemed to see the Golden Avenue in front of him!

Yanfa Building, I will live in Yanfa Building from now on!

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I don't know if it was because of the strength of the Iron Bull or because of the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect, when Han Muye woke up in the morning, he was in good spirits.

After practicing swordsmanship several times in the small courtyard, I actually felt that I had a lot of understanding of swordsmanship.

"Boy Han, you will meet the sword later, and you will stand behind me." Huang Laoliu, who was neatly tucked and dressed in a black shirt, was slightly taller, but his eyes were still old.

When the two of them packed up and stopped, a bell rang in the distance.

The bell rang three times.

"When the land falls, the bell rings three times, and when the heaven falls, the bell rings six times."

Huang Laoliu shook his head and whispered to himself, "In the past two years, the bell has rang three times, it seems like seven times..."

His words shocked Han Muye slightly.

When the bell rang three times seven times, that meant that at least seven powerful people in the realm had fallen.

The strong in the situation, but the pillar of the sect, is a master in any one.

The situation, the lifespan is long, and it is usually not dead.

Unless you are fighting against people.

Isn't this world of practice also uneasy?

"Didn't you say that there is no heaven in the Nine Profound Sword Gate? How come there are six sounds?" Han Muye, who was standing behind Huang Lao Liu at the gate of the sword pavilion, asked.

"There is no heaven, there are masters comparable to the heaven, the ancestor of the sword pavilion can't be-" Huang Laoliu stopped suddenly before finishing his words.

Han Muye turned around and saw the white-robed ancestor stepping down.

The ancestor of Jiange, this fallen, will it be Six Rings?

Han Muye muttered in his heart.

When can I hear six beeps?

The ancestor of Jiange did not look at the two of them, and walked straight to the stone steps of Jiange to stand.

Before the sword pavilion, a team of sword cultivators in black robes walked solemnly.

These people carried long swords and wore black robes. They took one step at a time, as if their footsteps weighed thousands of pounds.

At the front of the black-robed swordsman, a white-bearded old man was holding a long and narrow wooden box in both hands, staring straight ahead with a solemn expression on his face.

This Han Muye met yesterday, Ling Che, the deacon of the Battle Sword Hall, a powerhouse in the enlightenment period.

Ling Che walked to the Jiange steps and stood still, holding the sword in both hands.

"Ling Che, the deacon of the Battle Sword Hall of Jiu Xuan Jianmen, sent back to the deacon of the Battle Sword Hall, Senior Brother Zhou Yan, to wear a sword with him."

Ling Che stepped forward and drank from his mouth.

Behind him, the two rows of swordsmen in black all bowed and clasped their fists.

"Senior Brother Zhou Yan has been in Jiuxuan Jianmen for 300 years, and he has made great achievements. He entered the Sword Hall and fought a hundred times for the sect."

"Today, Senior Brother returned to his death, and Zhanjian Hall respectfully sent Senior Brother Zhou Yan's sword into the sword pavilion, and his reputation will last forever—"

Ling Che shouted loudly, holding the wooden box in both hands and handing it to the ancestor of Jiange.

All the black-clothed swordsmen in the rear shouted in unison, "Respectfully send off Senior Brother Zhou Yan—"

The ancestor of Jiange raised his hand to open the wooden box, then reached out and took out a blue long sword with a sheath.

"Om—"

The long sword roared, seemingly unwilling, and seemed to have endless resentment.

A chilling and cold aura instantly filled a three-zhang radius.

Han Muye felt a chill all over his body, and the iron bull's strength unwittingly moved up, blocking the chill.

"Senior brother, don't worry, I, Zhanjiantang, decided to take revenge for my brother, and take the head of Qin Yuanhe Xiang of Tailingjian to pay homage to my brother."

The Tailing Sword Sect?

One of the Nine Sects in the Western Xinjiang, ranked fourth among the four major sword sects.

Did the master of the Jiu Xuan Sword Sect die at the hands of the master of the Tailing Sword Sect?

This is no small matter!

If the two sword sects in the Western Xinjiang fight, I am afraid that the entire Western Xinjiang will be involved.

Han Muye stuck his head out and looked at the long sword held in the hands of the ancestor of the Sword Pavilion.

"Welcome Deacon Zhou's sword into the sword pavilion."

The ancestor of Jiange raised his hand and handed the long sword behind him.

Huang Lao Liu took a step forward, bowed and raised his hand.

"Let him come."

The sword of the ancestor of the sword pavilion was still held, and he spoke lightly.

Huang Lao Liu was shocked.

"Ancestor, Han Muye came here—"

Before Huang Laoliu finished speaking, the elder Jiange turned his head slightly and his eyes fell on Han Muye. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

"Om—"

Han Muye's body instantly aroused all the strength of the iron bull, and his whole body seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, causing his eyes to be dazzled.

The fourteen sword intents stored in the illusory space of his chest and abdomen oscillated, as if to rush out directly.

At a glance, it caused all the commotion of sword intent, how strong is the cultivation of the ancestor of the sword pavilion in front of him?

But this kind of power seems to be completely different from Ling Che in the enlightenment period, and it all comes from the pull of sword intent.

With a light sigh of relief, Han Muye stepped forward, nodded to Huang Lao Liu who gave him a wink, and then bowed, "This disciple welcomes the sword."

The ancestor of Jiange put the long sword in Han Muye's hand: "Put it on the second floor."

Han Muye nodded, holding the long sword in both hands, turned and walked to the second floor.

"Huang Zhenxiong, you've been a sword watcher for seven years, how many times have you seen it back and forth?"

"As a sword watcher, life and death depend on good fortune."

Behind him, the voice of the ancestor of Jiange came faintly.

Huang Zhenxiong, it turns out that Huang Laoliu's name is quite domineering.

Holding the long sword in his hand, Han Muye showed no sadness or joy on his face.

The words of the ancestor of Jiange are for himself.

Since he already has the sword energy in his heart and his life is short, the task of meeting the sword is handed over to him, which can be regarded as making the best use of it.

This can't be blamed for the ruthlessness of the ancestors of the sword pavilion.

As a sword watcher, you should have the consciousness of being eroded by sword energy and dying.

But, maybe that's not the case?

Stepping on the steps of the second floor of the Jiange Pavilion, a smile appeared on the corner of Han Muye's mouth.

His palm lightly pressed on the hilt of the long sword in his hand.

"Om—"

With a sound of sword cries, pictures appeared in his mind!

The sword of the powerful!