Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 72: Newly forged swords in the pavilion

In the front row, the Duanhua Sword Sect old man turned his head and looked at Han Muye with a strange look on his face.

"Hehe, you can tell me, why do you say that Fu Zhou was wronged?"

First, he affirmed Qi Tao's strength, and now he said that Fu Zhou was wronged.

Everyone wondered if Han Muye really saw something, or did he just want to be grandstanding?

Han Muye looked at Fu Zhou, stretched out his hand and picked up the booklet and said with a chuckle, "According to the record, Fu Zhou and Qi Tao are indeed comparable in combat strength. In the battle just now, Fu Zhou also showed his own strength."

These words made all the disciples in the audience nod their heads.

Qi Tao was victorious, but Fu Zhou was not vulnerable.

Fu Zhou glanced at Han Muye gratefully.

Han Muye said again in a loud voice, "You lose, because you are afraid in your heart."

Fu Zhou trembled all over, and as soon as he raised his head, he heard Han Muye indifferently say: "Duanhua Sword Sect and Suyang Sect are adjacent to each other and have a very good relationship. Thinking about the tragic situation of the defeated disciple of Suyang Sect just now, you are scared."

Speaking of this, Han Muye shook his head, as if speaking to Fu Zhou, as if speaking to others, and as if he was saying to himself: "On the road of cultivation, one should avoid the two ends of the head and the rat, and if the heart is not firm, the head and tail are afraid of the tail. , in the end, it's not good on both sides."

On the high stage, Fu Zhou's face was pale, he cupped his hands, turned and walked down the stage.

Some of the disciples in the audience nodded slightly, while others were full of doubts.

Han Muye's words were too broad.

But the meaning seems to be beating on Fu Zhou, saying that his mind is not good in practice, and he is not firm.

The old man of the Duanhua Sword Sect looked a little unsightly and turned around.

Han Muye turned his head to look at Zhao Pu and Tuoba Cheng who were beside him.

Zhao Pu's face was blank, and Tuobacheng nodded slightly.

All right.

Han Muye breathed a sigh of relief and sat back in the seat.

The Duanhua Sword Sect, as seen from Qin Yuanhe's sword-wielding memory, was an earlier sect than the Suyang Sect who joined the Tailing Sword Sect.

The Suyang faction was instigated by the Duanhuajian faction.

In the battle just now, Fu Zhou was obviously not inferior to Qi Tao in combat power, but he was afraid of his head and tail. Qi Tao picked up the long sword with a dozen moves, obviously he had no intention to fight.

Han Muye guessed that Fu Zhou must have known the choice of the sect and knew that the sect had betrayed the Nine Profound Sword Sect, so he was worried about the sword fight.

After all, this is Jiuxuan Mountain. If Jiu Xuan Jianmen knew that the Duanhua Sword Sect had betrayed, none of the people who came this time would be able to escape.

Seeing that Fu Zhou's heart is not firm, it may be a breakthrough.

Just now, by commenting on Fu Zhou, he also reminded Tuobacheng.

The Suyang faction has a good relationship with the Duanhuajian faction. This is obvious enough. He also said that Fu Zhou's head was on both sides, and the last two sides were unflattering. Tuobacheng definitely understood it.

……

On the high platform, two young men in white robes stood opposite each other.

"Let's talk about what this battle will be like."

Tuobacheng's voice sounded again.

Zhao Pu turned to look at Han Muye with a gloating expression on his face.

It's okay to do this kind of thing once or twice. Don't you get tired after doing it too much?

Han Mu Ye sighed in his heart and spread out the book in his hand.

"In this battle, I guess Guangyue Jianmen Qian Kaishen will lose."

"In this battle, the disciples of the Suyang faction have no fighting spirit, so I'm afraid there is no chance of winning."

"In this battle, the Sun family and Sun Ming of Fucheng have a better chance of winning."

……

In every battle that followed, Han Muye made guesses.

The results of every battle were not much different from what he said.

The powerhouses in the front row were already whispering about Han Muye's identity.

Zhao Pu was also completely lost.

"when--"

On the high platform, Lin Yuxia picked up the sword in the opponent's hand with one sword, then turned to look in the direction of Han Muye.

"Senior Brother Han, tell me, how is my swordsmanship?"

On the stage, Han Muye shook his head and said indifferently, "It's good to win, you have a higher cultivation level than him, and your swordsmanship is much more profound, so what can you show off?"

Lin Yuxia's face turned red, the long sword was sheathed, and she turned and left.

Han Muye took a look at the young man who picked up the long sword and was about to step down, and said, "Your swordsmanship is not worthy of your cultivation talent. If you have a swordsmanship with equal combat power, you will not lose."

Hearing Han Muye's words, the young man turned around and bowed to Han Muye, and said in a low voice, "Tao Shan, thank you for your guidance."

Lin Yuxia, who stepped down from the stage, gritted her teeth even more.

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When the sun is in the west, today's battle is over.

Tuoba Cheng stood up and looked at Han Muye.

"Zhao Pu said that you have comprehended the White Tiger Picture Scroll, tell me, what did you comprehend?"

This sentence made Zhao Pu, who had just stood up, startled and his eyes widened.

Could it be that Shizun deliberately borrowed the words of Brother Han to tell himself the secret of the White Tiger Scroll?

Han Muye glanced at Zhao Pu and said in a low voice, "I realized that if you want tigers to roar in the mountains and forests, you must have the strength to coerce all the beasts."

"On this white tiger picture scroll, there is still a little lack of strength."

Almost strength!

Zhao Pu's eyelids jumped.

This is provocation!

This is dissatisfaction with the constant test of Master today!

Zhao Pu could feel that the master behind him was like a tiger suppressing his anger, and it seemed that it might erupt at any time.

However, he didn't wait for Tuobacheng to break out, but heard Tuobacheng indifferently ask: "Then what do you think of being powerful?"

Han Muye bowed gently and said in a low voice, "The fierce tiger descends from the mountain, the scenery follows, and all the beasts surrender, the uncle still lacks a chance."

Tuobacheng has carried his sword intent with the White Tiger scroll for so many years, clearly waiting for the opportunity to step out one step at a time and condense his sword power.

It's just this opportunity, I don't know when it will come.

Tuobacheng narrowed his eyes and looked at Han Muye quietly. After a while, he laughed, then turned around and left.

"such a pity……"

His voice came.

Zhao Pu was at a loss.

He didn't know what the pity of his master was.

Han Muye didn't know whether it was a pity that Tuobacheng didn't have his chance, or that it was a pity that Han Muye couldn't worship at the Sanshizhai gate.

Looking up at Han Muye, Zhao Pu whispered a little nervously, "Brother Han, that, the white tiger picture scroll, is it so difficult to comprehend?"

He didn't understand a word of Han Muye's conversation with Master Tuobacheng just now.

This made him, who was full of wanting to comprehend the picture of the white tiger, hit hard.

"It's not too difficult, but it might take a different direction to understand." Han Muye shook his head, then said with a smile, "How about I tell Senior Brother Zhao your method directly?"

Zhao Pu's complexion changed, and finally he shook his head: "Let's talk about it later..."

When Han Muye returned to Jiange, Huang Laoliu approached impatiently.

"How about it?"

Han Muye smiled and told him the order that Zhao Pu had arranged.

Hearing that Zhao Pu had already made arrangements to ensure that Lu Qingping would not lose in ten games, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sixth brother, you can go and see these few days, I will come to see the sword in the sword pavilion."

Han Muye patted Huang Lao Liu on the shoulder.

Just as Huang Laoliu was about to refuse, Han Muye said in a low voice, "Tomorrow morning, there will be a fight with Sixth Sister-in-law."

Huang Lao Liu was shocked and nodded lightly.

He really wanted to see it.

Han Muye returned to the quiet room~www.wuxiamtl.com~ looked up at the white tiger picture scroll, and quietly visualized it.

The ferocious tiger in his mind was still monstrous, and with just a light roar, his soul could be shaken, causing the sea of qi and sword intent to surge.

When he turned pale and turned his head, he found that although his soul was slightly damaged, it was more condensed.

Is this a way of cultivating the soul?

Han Muye felt that it was painful to draw the sword energy into the body with the sword raising art, and when he visualized the picture of the white tiger, his soul shook again.

Are you cultivating, or are you looking for abuse?

Sitting cross-legged on the wooden couch, he stretched out his hand.

In the palm of his hand, a pale blue icy aura rose.

sorcery.

The ice cold dissipated, and the flames rose again.

The biggest gain today is that I have comprehended so many techniques.

Flames, wind scrolls, clouds, ice arrows...

Various spell conversions, and finally dissipated.

"With all kinds of magic techniques, how can you fight a sword?"

Lying on the wooden couch with his eyes closed, Han Muye slowly closed his eyes.

There was a faint sword current flowing around him.

Before he knew it, there were hundreds of sword qi that he had cultivated in his own dantian, which could be continuously regenerated.