"Name?"

"Jiang Han."

"Why the sword?"

"Senior Brother of the Eighth Era of the Outer Gate has been missing for a year, according to the rules of the sect, except for his top 100 qualifications in the Outer Gate, I am the 100th and 1st in the Outer Gate."

Now it has been made up and has become the hundredth place in the outer gate.

The rules of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate, the first hundred in front of the outer gate, are eligible to receive a hundred refining long sword.

"One hundred outer gates." Han Muye muttered in his mouth and closed the book registered in front of him.

The Nine Xuan Sword Sect is one of the nine factions in Western Xinjiang, one side is the overlord, and hundreds of thousands of miles in a radius are under its control.

A hundred people from the outer gate are nothing.

But just the 100 people of the outer sect also stood out from the tens of thousands of outer disciples, and there were nearly 100,000 miscellaneous servants from each hall below.

Above the outer gate, there are nearly 10,000 inner disciples, hundreds of elite disciples and dozens of descendants.

This is still a disciple, and there are more deacons, hall masters, elders and other strong people.

In this way, there is no trace of cultivation in his body at present, and Han Muye, who is a waste spirit root, is probably the bottom of the entire Nine Xuan Sword Sect.

"I'm ashamed, I just got into the top 100 of the outer door by luck."

Hearing Han Muye's muttering, Jiang Han's face turned red and he spoke in a low voice.

As he spoke, he took out two spirit stones from his arms and put them on the table.

He was one hundred at the outer gate at the end of the crane, and he was the last of the Sword Pavilion Sword Leader's disciples.

This will be five spirit stones?

Han Muye collected the spirit stone without a trace.

The young man is very virtuous, Han Muye laughed, then pointed to the wooden frame in front of him and said, "Go and choose a sword." ”

Hearing Han Muye's words, Jiang Han finally showed joy.

I have heard that the sword pavilion selection of swords can make the sword watcher satisfied, and you can get a good sword, if the sword watcher is not satisfied, or even directly throw you a piece of broken copper and iron, but you have nowhere to reason.

Who dares to say that the sword in the Sword Pavilion is tattered?

Jiang Han walked quickly to the wooden frame, reached out to touch this, and touched that, but he didn't dare to really draw his sword.

Those who cultivate swords pay attention to the edge of the sword.

If you draw a sword and look at it, and then put it back, you will be evil to the sword.

Other swords will not be close.

Han Muye didn't urge, and put the five spirit stones in his coat pocket, which was extremely heavy.

It took him half a year to earn half a spirit stone by setting up a stall, and only then did a disciple come to lead the sword and earn five spirit stones.

The errand of the sword watcher is really fat.

Han Muye pondered when he had to ask Lu Gao, who helped him get this errand, to drink.

Turning his head to see that Jiang Han hadn't made a choice, he raised his hand and picked up the small hammer on the table, and struck the small bronze bell with a "dang" sound.

Hearing the bell, Jiang Han sighed slightly, reluctantly took a few steps back, and picked up the sword he had seen before.

Han Muye's ringing of the bell was not only to limit the time for selecting sword disciples, but also to protect them.

According to Huang Laoliu, these disciples who came to choose swords have all cultivated good swordsmanship and want to cultivate their own sword qi.

There are countless sword qi in the Sword Pavilion, these disciples have been in it for a long time, and the sword qi will intrude, which will mess with their cultivation.

This is also the reason why the Sword Pavilion Sword Watchers do not select from the disciples in the sect.

If the person who cultivates the sword stays in the sword pavilion for a long time, the cultivation will be abolished.

Jiang Han held the long sword and handed it to Han Muye.

The viewer must register each sword weapon that has been taken away, and the sword weapon that is included must also be registered.

Taking the long sword, Han Muye held the hilt of the sword and twitched it gently.

"Cangchang—"

The long sword is unsheathed, and the blue light is cold.

There are small inscriptions on the blade and blade.

"Light and shadow." Jiang Han spoke in a low voice, and a hint of joy flashed on his face.

A sword that can leave a name is a good boutique.

"No. three, nine, five, eight, seven, four, sword name, light and shadow."

After registering, Han Muye paused and said in a low voice: "The sword is three feet five inches and seven cents, and it weighs fifteen catties and six taels and seven cents. ”

"The blade is one and a half inches wide, and the spine is three points thick."

……

Jiang Han looked at Han Muye with some surprise.

Just a moment of grasping, the sword viewer in front of him understood all the information about this light and shadow sword?

Waiting for Han Muye to hand the long sword back, Jiang Han stretched out his hand and pulled out the long sword and looked at it carefully.

Gently pulling a few sword flowers and wielding a few skillful sword moves, he felt that what Han Muye said was really not bad at all.

It is said that the sword watchers of the Sword Pavilion are mysterious and strange, and it seems that this is really the case.

Jiang Han's long sword was unsheathed, and he arched his hand towards Han Muye, turning around and walking towards the outside of the Sword Pavilion.

As long as you walk out of this door, the sword is his.

"Wait a minute."

Suddenly, Han Muye's voice came from behind.

Jiang Han's hand holding the sword tightened, and he turned to look at Han Muye nervously.

"This, senior brother, I don't know if there are any procedures that have not been completed?"

The five spirit stones had been sent out, and the sword weapon had already arrived, Jiang Han felt that he would not deal with the sword watchers of the Sword Pavilion for a long time.

"I think you'd better get a different sword."

Han Muye looked at Jiang Han and spoke lightly.

"Why?" Jiang Han frowned.

Five spirit stones are also half of the net worth for outer disciples.

The spirit stone is a thing that is needed for cultivation on weekdays, and no one is too much.

Could it be that the sword watcher in front of him still wants to knock again?

"The sword moves you cultivated are not strong all the way, and this sword is a little heavier for you."

Han Muye sat in front of the long desk, his fingers gently tapping on the table.

Heavy?

Holding the long sword in his hand, Jiang Han felt it slightly, and his expression changed.

A sword is not in hand, for sword cultivators, it is a matter of life and death.

If Han Muye hadn't pointed it out, he really didn't care, this sword was a little heavier for him.

At this time, I put it in my hand and weighed it, and I really felt a little heavy.

"Also, with your height and arm length, the sword you use should be three feet and one inch, and this sword is long."

It's long!

Holding the long sword tightly, Jiang Han's palm trembled slightly.

No wonder when the sword was collected just now, the movement was slightly deformed.

Originally, he only thought that this sword was not enough to run in with him.

He remembered what the outer gate sword technique instructor had said when he had just entered the Nine Xuan Sword Sect.

The sword is the second life of the person who cultivates the sword, and it must live with it.

Know your own sword in order to live a long life.

He thought that he had been cultivating swords for several years, and he was a top 100 outsider, full of confidence, and a person who knew swords.

But as soon as Han Muye reminded him of a few words, he was covered in cold sweat.

I'm like a fool, I don't understand anything!

Reaching out and taking out the remaining five spirit stones in his pocket, Jiang Han bowed to Han Muye: "Ask Senior Brother to teach me!" ”

It's stupid, but it's quite good.

Han Muye put away the five spirit stones, then stretched out his hand and pointed to the wooden frame in front of him.

"Third row, seventh handle, Qinghe."

Jiang Han hurriedly walked over, put the Light and Shadow Sword back in its place, and then found the third row position, and reached out to hold the seventh sword.

"The sword is three feet and one inch long, weighs ten catties, three taels and five coins, the sword blade has a double-sided blood groove, and it has a scream when swinging the sword, which is just right for your sword move."

Han Muye's voice came, and Jiang Han slowly drew his sword.

Holding the hilt of the sword, he had a sense of being connected to it with his qi and blood.

Don't look at it, this sword is what you want!

"Your sword skills mainly attack the opponent's chest, abdomen and neck, and you need to be three points faster when you take out the sword, and you can't go straight when you close the sword, you have to stretch it out."

"Also, remember, when you draw your sword, you will have a habit of clasping the hilt of the sword with your thumb, which is very deadly."

Han Muye leaned back on the big chair and said lightly: "This can be regarded as a gift." ”

Jiang Han clenched his sword, bowed towards Han Muye, and gently withdrew from the Sword Pavilion.

Retreating straight to the bottom of the nine steps, he straightened his waist, breathed a long sigh of relief, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the glittering word "Sword Pavilion" above his head.

"Today's ten spirit stones are really worth the flowers."

Jiang Han's eyes were full of light, and his face was full of surprise.

"Several senior brothers in the inner gate can't tell the shortcomings of my sword move, and this sword watcher can see through it at a glance."

"I always felt that I was not able to play the sword, but I couldn't find the reason, it turned out that when I played the sword, the gesture was wrong."

Turning around and striding away, Jiang Han had an indescribable battle intent rising on his body.

"Retreat and practice diligently, get rid of the evils, and I have the confidence to step into the outer door within eighty!"

In the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye closed his eyes slightly, and there was a Dao sword light circulating in his mind.

The sword man is still Jiang Han's appearance, but the sword light is not known how many times stronger.

"Xuanyuan swordsmanship, Dumu."

comprehending another swordsmanship, the corners of Han Muye's mouth curled slightly.

He likes the sword watcher's errand very much.