Chapter 874: Summoned

On the top of the stone mountain, a temple stands alone, simple and clumsy, I don't know how many years it has existed.

This is the Heavenly Sword Palace!

The temple is not big, but there is a huge sword intent rushing straight into the sky, connecting with the sky, although it is condensed but not dispersed, hidden but not released, but the closer it is to the temple, the more you can feel its majestic, vast, and majestic, even if it is a strong monk, it is estimated that you can't help but feel a sense of awe.

If this kind of sword intent completely broke out, I am afraid that the "Pure Yang Sword Sect" and even the entire Yanyang City would be turned into powder.

When he saw this Heavenly Sword Palace, Tang Huan faintly felt that there were wisps of meaning converging from all directions, constantly blending into the powerful sword intent hidden in the hall.

There's even a hint of it coming from within him.

"I see!"

Hu Can's relevant memories flashed in his mind, and Tang Huan suddenly had a trace of realization in his heart, "Every monk of this 'Pure Yang Sword Sect', as long as they stay in this Hidden Sword Mountain or even Yanyang City, they will have a trace of meaning absorbed by this 'Heavenly Sword Palace'. At the beginning, the 'Pure Yang Sword Sect' should have been just a pure sword sect, so that it could condense a powerful sword intent as a foundation. After that, the 'Pure Yang Sword Sect' began to be inclusive, and the disciples who entered the sect were no longer limited to using swords as weapons, but also spears, knives, sticks, halberds, and all kinds of weapons. ”

Any monk, no matter what weapon he uses, will be contaminated with the meaning of the weapon.

The sword has sword intent, the gun has gun intent, and the knife has sword intent...... This implication is formless and insubstantial, and ordinary monks can't even perceive it, even if they can't sense it themselves.

Tang Huan can find out now that he still has the blessing of the "ethereal Buddha".

Even if the aura is constricted to the extreme, the meaning of the weapon will still be continuously emanated. If it was in other places, after that meaning was emanated, it would disappear, but here, it was all absorbed by the Heavenly Sword Palace. Just like Tang Huan, what overflowed from his body was the gun intent, as soon as this gun intent entered the Heavenly Sword Palace, it would immediately be assimilated by the majestic sword intent, and it was impossible to exist independently.

The Heavenly Sword Hall continued to absorb all kinds of meanings, and after a long time, this was gradually formed into the terrifying sword intent that is now supreme.

This sword intent is not only the rich heritage of the "Pure Yang Sword Sect", but also the confidence of the "Pure Yang Sword Sect".

As long as this terrifying sword intent is still there, even if the "Pure Yang Sword Sect" is temporarily weakened, no force will dare to enter Yanyang City in a big way. If he really forced the "Pure Yang Sword Sect" into a desperate situation and stimulated the sword intent in the Heavenly Sword Palace, it was likely that they would all end up together.

"It's no wonder that the 'Pure Yang Sword Sect' can stand for countless years without falling, the people who created the 'Pure Yang Sword Sect' are not only far-sighted, but also clever in their means. ”

Tang Huan's mind moved slightly, and he followed Zhuo Dongqing and Wu Zhao into the Heavenly Sword Palace.

The material of this hall is neither stone nor jade, neither wood nor brick, as if it is completely made of sword intent, and in the meantime, the whole person seems to be wrapped in that terrifying sword intent, which actually makes Tang Huan walk on thin ice, and dare not make the slightest move. Not only that, but Zhuo Dongqing and Wu Zhao also became cautious.

In the hall, there are eight figures.

Facing the gate was an old man in a purple robe, with crane hair and a childish face, and the handsomeness of his youth could be vaguely seen between his eyebrows. There are three people on the left side of the purple-robed old man, a burly man in a golden robe, an old woman in black, and a young woman in a blue dress who is about thirty years old and has a beautiful face.

On the right side of the purple-robed old man, there are four people, one is a handsome man in a white robe with a graceful demeanor, one is a red-robed old man with a tall hooked nose, and the last two are old men, one with a thin face and wearing a yellow robe, and the other is full of wrinkles and a shriveled body wrapped in a green robe, drooping eyelids, looking like one foot has stepped into a coffin.

They were the Sect Master of the Pure Yang Sword Sect and the Great Elders of the Seven Divisions.

Such as Nie Kun and the others, Tang Huan could faintly judge their cultivation, but the eight people in this hall gave Tang Huan an unfathomable feeling. They did not deliberately restrain their breath, nor did they deliberately urge coercion, they just sat there quietly, but they were as majestic as a giant peak and vast as the ocean.

Almost the moment he entered the hall, Tang Huan felt that sixteen condensed gazes fell on him, which made him feel that his whole person seemed to be completely penetrated, as if all the secrets in his body were revealed at a glance in the sight of the eight people in this hall.

Even if it is not intentional, such a gaze can in itself give people a terrible sense of oppression. Even if it was a Golden Sword disciple like Nie Kun, he would feel nervous for no reason when facing the most powerful sect master and the Seven Great Elders of the Pure Yang Sword Sect at the same time.

However, the "ethereal Buddha appearance" made Tang Huan's soul peaceful, and under the gaze of the eight strong men, Tang Huan's heart was always calm as usual.

"Sect Master Qiqi, great elders, Tang Huan has already brought!" Zhuo Dongqing bowed slightly, and then separated from Wu Zhao on both sides.

"Tang Huan, a disciple of the Wind Minister's Silver Sword, has seen the sect master and the great elders!" Tang Huan calmly bowed to the eight people in this hall.

"Nice!

The purple-robed old man stroked his long beard lightly under his chin and said with an approving smile, "At the age of twenty-five, you have broken through to the sevenfold realm of true spirits, and you are indeed talented, and your future prospects are limitless. ”

"The sect master praised it falsely. Tang Huan smiled slightly.

"Tang Huan, I heard that the success rate of forging low-level heavenly soldiers is as high as eighty percent, and all the forged weapons are top-notch weapons?" The hook-nosed old man in the red robe suddenly squinted his eyes and laughed, with an inexplicable smile on his expression.

"Exactly!"

Tang Huan's heart moved, glanced at Zhuo Dongqing on the side, and nodded.

Zhuo Dongqing was not only an elder of the "Pure Yang Sword Sect", but also the secretary of the southern part of Yanzhou, and it was not difficult to learn from the Tiger Clan about Tang Huan's forging weapons. This time, the Sect Master and the Seven Great Elders summoned him, presumably because Zhuo Dongqing reported these conditions.

After all, even in Tianzhou in the Great World of God Casting, there are not necessarily a few low-level Heavenly Craftsmen who can achieve a success rate of eighty percent in forging low-level Heavenly Soldiers, not to mention that the quality of each weapon has reached the top.

In Yanzhou, where there was a shortage of refiners, a low-level heavenly craftsman like him appeared, and it was only natural that it would attract the attention of the highest level of the "Pure Yang Sword Sect".

"Such attainment is simply unheard of. ”

The young woman in the blue dress looked at Tang Huan in admiration, but then her beautiful eyes turned, she looked at the red-robed old man opposite with a smile, and said jokingly, "Elder Meng, it is estimated that it will not take many years for you, the title of the strongest refiner of the 'Pure Yang Sword Sect', to be given to Tang Huan." ”

PS: There are still at night.