Tuoba Cheng stared at Han Muye, as if looking at a piece of beautiful jade.

Zhao Pu on the side was also amazed and shocked in his eyes at this time.

Their master and apprentice pushed for a few days, and the iron bull was transformed into the realm of nine oxen.

Further up, it is always impossible to achieve.

Everyone's meaning, this exercise may come to this realm, the power of the nine oxes, and the sevenfold Peiyuan.

Tuoba Cheng said that Tie Niu Jin should have a follow-up, but the follow-up direction, he couldn't determine for a while.

Looking for Han Muye because Han Muye discovered the secret of the Iron Bull Strength, this exercise naturally had to be passed on to him.

Second, Tuoba Cheng wanted to meet Han Muye and see what was special about the person who could discover the secret of Iron Bull's strength.

Unexpectedly, Han Muye could bring him such a surprise.

Seeing that Han Muye seemed to be frightened by his words, Tuoba Cheng grinned.

"Boy, the most advanced in the body refining exercises are all about condensing a strong bloodline in the end, and returning to the ancestors and recklessness."

"What you just said, nine cows are one, this green ox with the power of thousands of catties may be able to turn into an ancient mangniu, or a blue water bull, and several other powerful bloodlines in ancient times."

"This kind of exercise, not to mention Peiyuan, is to build a foundation, and even the terrain is possible."

Speaking of this, Tuoba Cheng rubbed his hands lightly and looked at Han Muye: "Boy, with your understanding, under my door, within ten years, it must be a true inheritance." ”

True Disciple!

Tuoba Chengke is a powerful elder in the sect, and his true disciple is a prominent figure in the entire Sword Sect.

Hearing Tuoba Cheng's words, Zhao Pu on the side showed a look of envy in his eyes.

Ten years of true biography, this promise, who doesn't want it?

Han Muye didn't expect that Tuoba Cheng would give himself such a high evaluation.

It was just a coincidence that he discovered the secret of Tie Niu Jin, and he also relied on his own golden finger.

Want to become a body refining practitioner and then keep cultivating the body exercises?

If it weren't for the cultivation of Ten Thousand Swords and the return to the sect, the control of sword intent, and the realization of the power of sword cultivation, Han Muye might have agreed.

Now, he just wants to slowly practice in the Sword Pavilion until he cultivates three thousand sword intent, condenses into a sword momentum, and slashes out a ten thousand swords that I don't know how strong it will be.

"Uncle Shi, I still want to be a sword watcher in the Sword Pavilion."

"Elder Gao is good to me."

Han Muye's answer made Zhao Pu's eyes widen.

Be a sword watcher?

It's crazy to be a difficult sword watcher, right?

This Han Muye has such a high level of comprehension in cultivation, why is he so unable to see it so clearly in the choice of the path of cultivation?

Above, Tuoba Cheng stared at Han Muye.

After a moment, he laughed.

"It seems that Senior Brother Gao also values you......"

He heard the meaning of Han Muye's words.

The Sword Pavilion Elder also valued Han Muye.

Although outsiders think that the Sword Pavilion Watchers have not made achievements in their cultivation, as the real power elder of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect, Tuoba Cheng knows more things.

In the Sword Pavilion, there is also a method of cultivation.

It's just that the cultivation in the Sword Pavilion is rampant in one life, not immortality.

In fact, in the final analysis, there are thousands of monks in the world, who can live forever?

One Jiazi for one life is rampant, and one sword can defeat the heavenly realm, and it is not impossible to be so happy.

After all, the matter of cultivation is to pay attention to the fate.

Tuoba Cheng did not persuade again, and only let Han Muye come to Sanshi Zhai at any time to practice the art of body refining.

This made Han Muye very moved.

When Zhao Pu sent Han Muye out, he was still a little unwilling.

Since the master values it, why doesn't this guy know how to cherish it?

"By the way, Brother Han, that Iron Bull Jin was found in a ruin in Western Xinjiang, and it was originally just an ordinary body refining exercise, and I didn't care about that ruin."

"Look at it now, there, maybe there's a secret."

Looking at Han Muye, Zhao Pu said in a low voice: "When we have the opportunity, we will go and explore." ”

Exploring the ruins of Iron Bull Strength?

Han Muye's eyes lit up and he nodded slightly.

If there is a place where there is such a practice as Iron Bull Strength, there will inevitably be other good things.

Moreover, the backward extension of the Iron Bull's strength, according to Tuoba Cheng, whether it is to go to the Bishui Barbarian Cow or to the Ancient Mangniu, or the bloodline path of other ancient alien species, it is best to have a reference.

There may be a follow-up to Iron Bull's strength in the ruins, which can make Derivation less detours.

"Okay, wait a minute—"

Before he finished speaking, someone not far away shouted: "Senior Brother Zhao Pu! ”

Han Muye turned his head to look and saw an inner disciple in a white robe striding over.

Xu Ming, when Lin Shen introduced him, he wanted Han Muye to worship under his door.

It's just that Xu Ming didn't look down on Han Muye, and reprimanded and humiliated him and Lin Shen.

"Hey, are you the one who was introduced to me by Senior Brother Lin Shen at the beginning?" Xu Ming stepped forward, his gaze swept over Han Muye, and then spoke coldly.

He looked at Zhao Pu, and then chuckled: "This person is said to have good qualifications and understanding, but his temperament is too poor and impetuous, so I rejected Senior Brother Lin at the beginning." ”

"Senior Brother Lin is messing around outside, and his horizons are getting narrower and narrower."

Speaking of this, Xu Ming laughed and said, "Senior Brother Zhao Pu, you won't take a fancy to him like this, right?" ”

Settle on?

Zhao Pu's face was ugly.

The person whose own master wants to accept him as a true disciple is so unbearable in your mouth.

Doesn't that mean that the vision of your own master is very narrow?

Han Muye stood aside, coughed lightly, and then arched his hand and said, "Senior Brother Zhao Pu, I'll leave first, and I'll come to visit Senior Uncle Tuoba in two days." ”

With that, he turned around and walked out.

Brother?

Teacher?

Xu Ming's face showed a blank expression.

What's the situation?

Didn't this kid Lin Shen introduce him and apprentice to his brother?

Why has this generation risen so much out of thin air?

Also, his own master is very proud, and he rarely lets outsiders get in touch with him, this kid, directly call himself his master and uncle?

"Hmph, even Shizun appreciates his comprehension and wants to accept it as a true inheritance, but you can't look down on it."

"Hehe, Xu Ming, you really have a high enough vision, higher than Shizun!"

Zhao Pu flicked his sleeves and turned to leave.

The master is accepted as, the true biography?

The master wants to accept that kid as a true biography?

Xu Ming's eyes widened and he looked at the back of Han Muye who was leaving.

How can it be......

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Han Muye returned to the Sword Pavilion, and Huang Lao Liu stretched his waist and muttered, "Today is another day of confiscation." ”

"By the way, that white shopkeeper is here again, and he looks very unhappy knowing that you are not dead."

Out of sorts?

Han Muye looked at Huang Laoliu's expression and smiled.

This Huang Lao Liu is trying to match himself with Mu Wan, and he is bent on beware of Bai Suzhen.

However, people like Bai Suzhen don't dare to get too close.

Huang Lao Liu closed the door of the Sword Pavilion and retracted back to the quiet room with the wine gourd.

Han Muye shook his head and went back to the quiet room to rest for a while, and when the sky was completely dark, he stood up, tidied up his clothes, and walked to the second floor of the Sword Pavilion.

Today happens to be the first day of April.

It was the day when the Sword Pavilion Elder let himself go up to the third floor.

Taking a deep breath and ascending to the third floor, Han Muye bowed to the Sword Pavilion Elder who was sitting cross-legged.

"Disciple Han Muye pays a visit to the elder."

The Sword Pavilion Elder nodded, raising his hand and pointing to the futon in front of the long table.

"Sit."

As soon as Han Muye sat down, the Sword Pavilion Elder had already spoken lightly: "Han Muye, why do you want to stay in the Sword Pavilion?" ”

Han Muye was shocked.