The entrance of the elixir is like a candy with a light taste, and before it can be tasted, it has already turned into a wonderful breath, penetrating the intestines and abdomen, and scattering into the limbs and hundreds of remains.

Then, Han Muye only felt a slight fever all over his body.

Gone?

Boutique solid Dan, that's it?

After hesitating, Han Muye put away the other solid pill.

This thing can be exchanged for more than a dozen spirit stones if you take it out, but it can't be wasted.

Perhaps, this is the reason for his nine-grade qualification, and he doesn't blame others for refining Dan.

Sitting cross-legged, Han Muye's eyes narrowed.

From the moment he stepped into the Nine Xuan Sword Gate, he had already relied on his full-level comprehension to obtain a lot of things about cultivation.

The means of refining sword weapons, the ability to refine pills, and a total of four swordsmanship.

There are three kinds of Xuanyuan swordsmanship, one leaf, one tree, and the cracked stone that he comprehended from Lin Jiaotou in the afternoon.

A mysterious swordsmanship, destroying the mountain.

The swordsmanship of comprehension is memorable, but that doesn't mean it doesn't need to be practiced.

Today, when he was in the Chuan Gong Hall, holding the big sword in his hand, Han Muye had obviously comprehended all the essence of the Splitting Stone Sword Technique, but he only exerted fifty percent of his skills.

It seems that the path of cultivation is not enough to rely on comprehension alone, but also requires diligent cultivation.

is like that Lin Jiaotou, wielding tens of millions of swords and destroying mountains with one sword.

I don't know if it's the effect of swallowing the solid pill or the lack of a sword to double cultivate at night to disturb it, Han Muye slept well all night.

Early in the morning of the second day, Han Muye randomly found a sword and went to the backyard of the Sword Pavilion to practice.

A leaf, a single tree, a cracked stone, destroying the mountain.

Without the support of cultivation, pure sword skills, in front of Han Muye, the sword light condensed.

After a few times, the four swordsmanship were no longer distinguishable from each other, only turning into an endless dark halo.

For Han Muye, who has comprehended the essence of the four swordsmanship, it doesn't matter whether the sword move has its shape or not, the key is the artistic conception.

A leaf, the sword is like a leaf drifting, and there is no trace at all, like an antelope hanging its horns.

A single tree, a single tree is difficult to support, but it is strong and strong, not bent or broken, not afraid of wind and frost, and among the sword moves, it is firm.

Cracking rocks and destroying mountains is simple, steady, ruthless, accurate or not, no big deal.

A sword that can smash a mountain, whether it is at the top of the mountain or at the foot of the mountain, it is the same.

When Huang Lao Liu came out, he saw Han Muye slashing with a sword.

He grinned and didn't speak.

In his opinion, Han Muye had swallowed the Solid Pill, and there was nowhere to call on the qi and blood power in his body.

There's nowhere to put out the fire, so it's better to toss a few more times.

It's just that he didn't see that on the stone wall in front of Han Muye, subtle cracks appeared.

It's a crack that has been eroded by some kind of force.

After breakfast, the Sword Pavilion closed the door of the pavilion, and then Huang Laoliu walked to the row of wooden shelves with a solemn face.

"These sword weapons are all human realm sword cultivation swords, from the beginning of Peiyuan to the peak level of foundation building."

Huang Laoliu's face was solemn, and he stretched out his hand to point forward: "The sword weapon has a spirit, and we sword watchers are not blaspheming the spirit in the sword when they draw their swords." ”

Bouncing forward, he walked over to the wooden frame, holding a greased sackcloth in his hand.

"Cangchang—"

Huang Lao Liu stretched out his hand and pulled out a long sword, then his face was solemn, no sadness or joy, his eyes flashed, and he raised his hand to wipe the sackcloth from the blade of the long sword to the hilt.

After three rounds, he returned his sword to its sheath and breathed a sigh of relief.

"See?"

"We must have a sense of reverence when dealing with these swords."

Looking up at Han Muye, Huang Laoliu said in a deep voice: "These new sword refining weapons are okay, if those have been warmed for a long time, if you are not sincere, the sword will not be able to pull out the sheath." ”

Han Muye nodded.

He knew this, he had made a fool of himself before, and he couldn't pull out his sword with all his strength.

Following Huang Laoliu's example, Han Muye first bowed down and prayed, then raised his hand to draw his sword, the linen cloth stroked lightly, and the sword light was as clear as water.

The long sword was returned to the sheath, and Huang Lao Liu on the opposite side opened his mouth, and finally lowered his head and muttered: "What a natural sword watcher......"

The two men were each responsible for one side, drew their swords, wiped them, and returned their swords to their sheaths.

As long as Han Muye put his hand on the hilt of the sword, he could sense the length and weight of the long sword and refine the technique.

At first, he wiped it very quickly.

The sword weapons here have only just been refined, and there is not much information for him to understand.

It wasn't until the back, when he reached out to grasp the hilt of a sword, that he was shocked, and a picture fell into his mind.

A young swordsman in a green robe, fighting with a sword, is free.

The sword light is like water, and the smoke is mighty.

Xuanyuan swordsmanship, Qing Shui.

A cool breath penetrated Han Muye's body.

This time, he could clearly feel the cool breath circulating in his body, and then dissipating into his chest and abdomen.

What is this breath?

Curious, Han Muye raised his hand and drew another long sword.

Then there is a picture.

An old man in a gray robe only cultivated a sword, and this sword slashed the wind and thunder and blocked the mountains.

"Ziyan, it's finally time to say goodbye."

The old man whispered, and then the long sword burned the plain, burning hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers.

When the clouds and smoke cleared, the old man was gone, only a mottled long sword was there.

Five Xuan swordsmanship, burning the plain.

"Boom-"

A tyrannical force suddenly poured into Han Muye's body, and a scorching breath like magma instantly ravaged his meridians, making him feel as if he was convulsive and couldn't help shaking.

"Dang Chang—"

The long sword fell to the ground, and Huang Lao Liu on the opposite side hurriedly rushed over.

"Han boy, what's wrong with you?"

Han Muye turned his head and grinned.

Then he had a gut feeling that his entire chest was about to explode, and a flame force pierced through it.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Han Muye's body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground.

……

In the fog, Han Muye heard Huang Laoliu's voice.

"Thank you Ancestor for your help."

When he opened his eyes, in addition to Huang Lao Liu, there was also a white-haired old man in front of Han Muye.

The old man held a mottled short sword in his hand, and it was Han Muye who pulled out the sword before.

"Although this sword is just a mortal product, it is the sword of Tao Ran Ancestor who rebelled at the beginning." Holding a short sword in his hand, the old man's face showed a hint of strangeness.

"Ancestor Sabre?" Huang Laoliu was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said: "Ancestor saber, doesn't that contain sword intent——"

"Old Ancestor, is he okay with this injury?"

"The sword qi enters the heart, and if there is nothing to do, it depends on his creation." An old voice came.

The old man's face was indifferent, and when he saw Han Muye wake up, he put the short sword on the wooden frame, turned around and left.

Huang Lao Liu shouted in the back, and then shouted in a low voice: "Congratulations to the ancestor." ”

Han Muye watched as the old man stepped on the stairs of the Sword Pavilion to the second floor and disappeared.

"Don't look at it, it's just the three of us in our Sword Pavilion."

"When you see him in the future, you can call the ancestor directly."

Huang Lao Liu's face showed a trace of envy and longing, and he said softly: "Sword Pavilion Guanjian Yijiazi, the middle rank of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect is the same as the Taishang Elder. ”

Ancestor?

In this Sword Pavilion, there has always been a third person?

Han Muye was stunned for a moment.

But think about it, in these three-story pavilions, he and Huang Lao Liu are only responsible for the first floor, the second floor and the third floor, so they naturally need a stronger person to sit in charge.

"Sixth brother, didn't you say that it is difficult for the Sword Viewer to live for a year, and if he can live for ten years, the deacon of the sect exists?"

"This one, has he survived a long time?"

It turns out that the sword watcher can live for a long time.

So how did this one come to life?

Seeing Han Muye's expression, Huang Lao Liu snorted, waved his hand and said, "Boy, don't think so much, your sword qi enters your chest and abdomen, it's hard to say whether you can survive three months." ”

Speaking of this, his voice became a little softer, and he looked at Han Muye: "If you want to eat something, drink something-"

"If you want to do something, just do it."

Picking up the linen cloth that wiped the long sword, Huang Laoliu patted him on the shoulder and said, "You go and rest, I'll wipe the rest of the sword weapons." ”

After speaking, he sighed softly, and turned his body in front of the wooden frame.

"Cangchang—"

The sound of a sword being drawn was heard.

Han Muye was a little dazed.

Yourself, only three months to live?

Didn't you say a good year?

Sword qi into the chest and abdomen?

Sword energy?

As soon as the thought moved, he was shocked, and a picture in his mind exploded instantly.

At this point, he saw a picture in his chest and abdomen.

A circle of red flames rolled, and all around, there were blue clouds, gray and yellow earthy gas, and a clear spring like mist.

Then in the surrounding emptiness, there was a faint breath that was constantly intertwined.

This is sword qi?

Where are these sword qi?