Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Sure enough, it was for the White Tiger Scroll.

Han Muye guessed that Zhao Pu would care about this matter.

"Brother Zhao—"

Just as Han Muye was about to speak, Zhao Pu turned to look at him, his eyes were bright, how could he be half drunk?

"I wandered around in the Yanfa Building and performed low-level body training exercises. I just wanted to understand the cultivation method and break through the obstacles."

"In Sanshizhai, no one is more eager to comprehend the secrets in the Hundred Tigers Picture than me."

Staring into Han Muye's eyes, Zhao Pu's voice revealed a hint of suppressed emotion.

"I'm Senior Brother Sanshizhai."

No one really values ​​the inheritance of Sanshizhai more than Zhao Pu.

Han Muye can understand his feelings very well.

Nodding lightly, Han Muye said in a low voice, "Senior Brother Zhao, I can give you the white tiger picture scroll."

In his opinion, the preciousness of the White Tiger Scroll, apart from its own lethality, is more about the method of condensing the sword energy and sword potential on it.

After comprehending these two points, the value of the Hundred Tiger Diagram itself is only the level of a few sword intents.

What Han Muye does not lack is Sword Intent.

Zhao Pu was slightly taken aback by his words.

Staring at Han Muye, Zhao Pu said solemnly, "Really?"

Han Muye smiled and was about to turn around to get the White Tiger Scroll.

"Brother Han, you are fine." Suddenly, Zhao Pu let out a long laugh.

He waved his hand with an open-minded smile on his face: "No matter how precious the white tiger picture is, I, Zhao Pu, won't be so cheeky to ask for it."

"Master gave you, that's yours."

Speaking of this, his expression changed to sincerity, and he whispered: "Brother Han, you know, Master wants to find someone who can understand the white tiger scroll, and entrust me with the inheritance of Sanshizhai."

"It was a pity that Senior Brother Lin had such a good understanding back then."

"Actually, I had the idea of ​​introducing you to Sanshizhai since you realized the Tie Niu Jin exercise."

Raising his head, Zhao Pu's sturdy body became even more majestic.

"Who called me Senior Brother Sanshizhai?"

"No matter who it is, as long as I can get the inheritance of the master, I will be happy."

"Master has been injured for these years, and his cultivation base is unable to advance an inch. He can only describe the white tiger picture every day, but he can't find anyone who can understand the inheritance. When I look at it, I feel uncomfortable."

He reached out and patted Han Muye's shoulder.

"You have a good understanding, but don't let your master down."

After speaking, he turned around and strode forward.

At this time, the pace was firm, and the appearance of drunkenness was no longer at all.

Seriously injured, unable to advance in cultivation, want to find an inheritor?

Uncle Tuoba really hid deep enough...

Han Muye shook his head and shouted from behind Zhao Pu, "Senior Brother Zhao, do you really want the White Tiger scroll? I've almost realized it."

Comprehension is almost there!

Zhao Pu stumbled under his feet and almost fell.

He slowly turned around, his eyes fell on Han Muye's face, and he said, "What you said is true?"

Han Muye nodded.

No way, my understanding is too good.

"Senior Brother Zhao, the white tiger picture scroll is of no use to me, shall I give it to you?"

Han Muye also had a sincere expression on his face.

Zhao Pu has a good personality and is worth making friends with.

"Or, by the way, I'll tell you the real way to comprehend this white tiger scroll—"

Before Han Muye finished speaking, Zhao Pu raised his hand and said, "Don't!"

He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, turned around and walked away.

"Grandma's, I'll go back and meditate. I don't believe it. The difference in understanding between people is so big..."

Is this stimulated?

Han Muye smiled and said, "Senior Brother Zhao, you haven't taken the picture scroll yet."

At the corner of the mountain road, Zhao Pu's dull voice came: "Master has painted a picture of a white tiger in three months, and there are many such things in Sanshizhai."

Han Muye froze there.

day.

It wasn't until Zhao Pu was far away that Han Muye turned around and walked towards the sword pavilion.

I thought I had got a wonderful treasure, but it turned out to be a piece of junk.

Before reaching the stone steps, Lin Shen stood there holding the big sword.

"That, Brother Han," Lin Shen's face flashed a tangle, and then he whispered, "Can you help my little sister take a look too?"

During dinner just now, Huang Laoliu asked Han Muye and Zhao Pu to help Lu Qingping get a good ranking.

Lin Shen wanted to speak, but finally fell silent.

He can ask Han Muye.

But I don't want to ask Zhao Pu.

He has his pride.

Han Muye smiled and nodded, "Teacher Lin, don't worry, isn't your sister my sister?"

"I'll go to the party hall tomorrow to see the bottom of those sect elites."

Anyway, helping one person is helping, and helping two is also helping.

Shunshui's favor.

A look of excitement flashed across Lin Shen's face, and he nodded heavily.

Some words don't need to be said.

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Back in the quiet room, Han Muye took out the pill stove that had not been touched for several days.

Today, I forgot to bring some elixir from Bai Suzhen. At this time, there are not many elixir that can refine Yunqi Pill.

A faint sword energy condensed in the palm of his hand, and then the sword energy in the sea of ​​air slowly flowed out, surrounding the pill furnace.

Blindly put the elixir into the pill furnace in a specific order.

In the pill furnace, the fragrance of medicine rose.

Han Muye's movements were orderly.

A total of only three furnaces of pills were refined, and fifteen top-grade cloud qi pills were obtained.

Han Muye discovered that Sword Intent concocts pills, and Sword Intent quenches the impurities in the spirit medicine, making the medicine pure, so that every pot can produce the best quality.

It is only by using the sword intent that can be condensed by the strong in the realm to refine the medicinal pills of the Qi condensing stage. If this kind of thing is known to the orthodox sword cultivator, will he vomit blood?

After refining the medicinal pills, and restraining the sword intent, Han Muye looked at the pill furnace in front of him.

After so many times of refining medicinal pills, the pill furnace in his hand was already full of cracks.

Sword Intent is good for alchemy anywhere, but it's a bit of a waste furnace.

I don't know if Bai Suzhen still has a good pill furnace, so I'll go to one next time.

Putting away the pill furnace, he spread out his hand, and in the palm of his hand were three top-grade cloud qi pills.

A superb pill worth five thousand spirit stones.

Yunqi Dan entered his abdomen, and the surging medicinal power turned into aura and pierced through his meridians.

If it wasn't for the meridians being condensed and scoured countless times by the sword qi, this surging and extremely thick spiritual qi would have burst his meridians.

The aura of the three top-grade cloud qi pills poured into his dantian, and Han Muye's face turned red.

A tearing pain blooms.

Mo Yuan once told Han Muye that the happiest thing for a practitioner is the fullness of spiritual energy in his dantian.

Continue to fill the compressed aura, while expanding the dantian, increase the concentration of aura.

"Do you know why those second-generation cultivators are all cultivated at a young age?"

When Mo Yuan asked this sentence, there was an indescribable indignation on his face.

"When they first practiced, there was no shortage of spiritual energy, spiritual stones, and medicinal pills."

"Our low-level disciples can't even fill their dantian with their spiritual stone salary. Those of them who cultivate second generation enjoy the fullness of their dantian being torn apart every day."

"It's really starving to death, bloated to death."

Han Muye, who was sitting cross-legged, was a little curious~www.wuxiamtl.com~ If Mo Yuan knew that he was practicing in the way he resented, what would he think?

Although Han Muye, the second generation of Xiu, also despised the way he cultivated, he felt that he would be an idiot if he had spiritual stones and medicinal pills.

"Om—"

With a faint shock, his dantian expanded a little.

Reiki cultivation is the third level of the Peiyuan period, the peak.

The cultivation of the body is the third level of cultivating Yuan.

Kendo cultivation is very strong.

He felt that he could bear more sword qi.

The wear and tear of Shouyuan has also decreased slightly.

The power that can be controlled is one more point.

Steady.

……

In the early morning of the second day, Han Muye specially put on the new clothes that Huang Laoliu went to pick up yesterday.

"Hey, this appearance really doesn't disgrace my sword pavilion watcher." Huang Laoliu muttered, then waved his hand and said, "Go, go, I'll watch here."

Han Muye smiled and walked out of the sword pavilion.

"Boom—"

In the distance, the bell came, and there was a commotion.

The sect gathering has begun.

Han Muye was not in a hurry, he paced slowly towards the venue.

At this kind of gathering, the previous hour was probably filled with speeches from various chiefs, and it was a headache to listen to.

After walking a few steps, he was suddenly stunned and looked up.

"Boom—"

A flash of lightning exploded.

"The first game, Zuo Yunsheng of Sanyuan Daomen——"

The shouts spread.

So direct?

Shaking his head, Han Muye quickened his pace.

"It seems that I am superficial."

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