Sword Condensation Technique.

The inheritance that Huang Lao Liu received from the Elder of the Sword Pavilion.

Condensing the sword is never as good as raising the sword.

But this is also the inheritance of the Sword Pavilion, and it is the existence that can condense a sword in the Hundred Breaths Heavenly Realm.

Such a legacy is extremely precious.

It's just a private inheritance, if it is discovered, waiting for Huang Laoliu's guilt, I'm afraid it's unimaginable.

Han Muye glanced at Huang Lao Liu, shook his head with a smile and said, "Sixth brother, you want to become a deacon of the Sword Pavilion and an elder of the Sword Pavilion. ”

In the mundane world, a penny is hard to beat a hero.

In the cultivation world, this principle is still the same.

For the vast majority of low-level cultivators, two high-grade spirit stones can't be earned in a lifetime.

And those who can take out two high-grade spirit stones can no longer look down on this bit of wealth.

"I didn't sell the Sword Condensing Technique." Huang Laoliu looked at Han Muye solemnly, and then said, "I'm afraid that this favor will not be repaid." ”

Not yet?

Han Muye frowned.

At this moment, Huang Lao Liu suddenly opened his mouth, and said with a smug smile: "Your sixth sister-in-law has already said that she wants me to accompany her back to Jinyang." ”

Back to Jinyang? The hometown of Huang Laoliu and Lu Qingping.

Lu Qingping is willing to accompany Huang Lao Liu to go into seclusion?

Did she figure it out?

Han Muye nodded, with a smile on his face: "Sixth brother, congratulations." ”

If Lu Qingping really leaves Qingfeng Guan, it may be a good thing.

After all, Qingfeng Guan betrayed the Nine Xuan Sword Sect.

The wrinkles on Huang Laoliu's face have stretched, and he seems to be a lot younger.

"Then Sixth Brother, your cultivation ......," Han Muye asked in a low voice with some hesitation.

Huang Lao Liu originally boasted that he wanted to step into the Heavenly Realm, even if it was the Hundred Breaths Heavenly Realm.

"Practice, just follow the fate."

"What kind of Hundred Breaths Heavenly Realm can't compare to the hot kang head of the wife and children."

Rubbing his chin, Huang Laoliu's toothless mouth grinned unconsciously.

"When I go down the mountain with Sister Ping, I will pass on the sword condensing technique to you."

"Actually, even if I don't pass you on, the elders will teach you, you are the most suitable person to take charge of the Sword Pavilion."

Reaching out and patting Han Muye on the shoulder, Huang Lao Liu turned around and went back to the quiet room and took out a small cloth bag.

"I don't think I need these elixirs to increase longevity, you keep them."

These medicines were all bought by Lu Qingping during the day, and there was also a piece of frost-melting spirit bamboo root, which Tang Yunhao gave to Han Muye.

Han Muye wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, he accepted it.

These elixirs were put in Huang Lao Liu's hands, not enough to refine the elixir.

And Han Muye still has the main medicine given by Bai Suzhen in his own hands, and if he finds some dispensing medicines, he can refine them into pills.

It's a big deal, when the time comes, it's a pill for Huang Lao Liu.

Seeing that Han Muye took the elixir, Huang Lao Liu smiled and went back to the quiet room.

Han Muye also returned to his quiet room, and then lay on the couch, a little distracted.

Huang Lao Liu was about to leave the Sword Pavilion and leave the Nine Xuan Sword Gate.

On the first floor of this Sword Pavilion in the future, I am afraid that he is the only one left.

It seems that cultivation is, after all, a lonely journey.

On this road, some people fall, some people turn back.

A smile appeared on Han Muye's face.

Huang Lao Liu can get what he wants, and he is also happy.

"It's a pity that I came to this world without any concerns......"

Han Muye whispered in his mouth, and his eyes fell on the white tiger scroll hanging on the opposite wall.

"No, I still have you ......"

In his sea of qi, the sword intent trembled slightly.

These sword intents seemed to want to turn into sword qi, penetrate into his body, integrate into his dantian, and become a part of his body.

Not only these sword intents, but outside the quiet room, the sword qi infused into those long swords on the first floor of the Sword Pavilion also seemed to sense Han Muye's mood and emitted a faint shock.

At this moment, Han Muye was inexplicably at ease.

Isn't it just to practice so that you can have this feeling of peace of mind?

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Early in the morning, Han Muye went to the small courtyard to wash and practice his sword, and Huang Lao Liu had already gotten up early and was kicking there.

"Sixth brother, slow down, be careful to flash your waist." Han Muye joked with a smile.

"Phew, sixth brother, my waist is fine." Huang Lao Liu shouted and punched there, and his movements were a fight with Han Muye's intentional and invisible sword moves.

Han Muye's long sword was waved at will, and the various sword moves he had comprehended before were at his fingertips.

Although there was no aura infusion on the sword, there was an indescribable mystery.

The long sword shook slightly, and Han Muye took a deep breath, and the blade of the sword pointed forward.

In his mind, the picture of the white tiger descending from the mountain on the wall of the ashram appeared.

In the small courtyard, the fluttering sword intent slowly condensed.

The sword qi turns into silk, like endless tiger hair in the picture scroll, and each tiger hair is a sword qi.

As the sword qi like rain condensed, the small courtyard suddenly became cold.

Huang Laoliu, who was kicking there, shuddered, and hurriedly wrapped his robe tighter.

It was only Han Muye's sword qi that condensed, and then it shattered and turned into nothingness.

With his sword in hand, his brow furrowed.

This sword qi couldn't be condensed because he didn't practice enough.

If he could cultivate the sword momentum, he would be able to condense the sword qi in an instant.

Moaning slightly, he struck again.

Since the sword qi outside the body is disobedient, it is better to use the sword qi in the refined body.

These sword qi are obedient, and after being consumed, they can be reunited.

In the dantian, the scattered sword qi that was originally floating shook and pulsed out along Han Muye's meridian.

These sword qi were still gentle at the beginning, and as soon as they came out of their bodies, they suddenly turned cold.

Driven by Han Muye's thoughts, the sword qi slowly condensed.

Ruler length.

Three inches.

The sword qi swung and regrouped into Han Muye's body.

The image of the white tiger in his mind also dissipated.

It seems that understanding and meeting are two different things.

Tuoba Cheng can use a soft ink pen to condense the sword qi into tiger feathers.

But Han Muye is now not to mention condensing into tiger hair, it is difficult to condense into a tiger whip.

With a full-level comprehension, it is too natural to think that he can master the cultivation method of Tuoba Cheng and other realm powerhouses.

Whether it is the sword qi silk or the white tiger sword momentum, it can only be mastered by the strong people of the realm.

"Sure enough, cultivation is a tower built up step by step."

Han Muye slowly retracted his sword and whispered in his mouth.

In his dantian, those sword qi were much more condensed and agile than before.

However, most of the aura that he originally filled with dantian was also consumed.

This is the amount of ten top-grade Cloud Qi Pills piled up.

"Condensing sword qi, condensing sword bones, and condensing sword silk are all big eaters of spiritual energy."

Han Muye's eyes shone brightly.

This is, the halo of the spirit stone.

When Huang Lao Liu turned around, he was slightly stunned when he saw Han Muye's gaze.

"Brother Han, what kind of swordsmanship are you cultivating, why do you look like a tiger that wants to eat people?"

……

For half a day in the morning, no one in the Sword Pavilion came.

On the square in front of the door, Lin Shen's big sword was wielded, and the tiger was vigorous.

Lu Gao, who was the gatekeeper, was more cautious, leaning against the door frame and making a low snoring sound.

Lin Shen is the leader of the inner gate, no matter how much trouble he makes, he Lu Gao eats the food of the Sword Pavilion, which is completely incomparable.

Afternoon.

"The sixth brother is not going to see the sixth sister-in-law today?"

Wiping the long sword in front of the wooden frame, Han Muye, who collected the sword qi, spoke curiously.

It is said that when the relationship is eager, it shouldn't be a day without seeing each other like three autumns, and today Huang Lao Liu is sitting in front of the long case, but he is not in a hurry.

"Tomorrow, the sect gathering will begin, and Sister Ping wants to run in with the sword in her hand, so she can't be disturbed."

Huang Lao Liu shook his head and said.

Speaking of this, he turned his head to look at Han Muye: "Brother Han, that sect gathering is wonderful, you must go and see it." ”

"It is said that many young female disciples of the sect are extraordinary, you can't miss it."

Look?

Those female disciples who watched the sect's gathering?

Am I such a person?