As soon as Han Muye walked to the door of the Sword Pavilion, a voice sounded under the stone steps in front of him.

"Huh, the new kid?"

"What about Huang Laoliu?"

"Dead? Probably dead. ”

Han Muye looked down, and a middle-aged man with a goatee and a gray brocade robe was standing there, looking impatient.

"Don't worry, even if you die, Sixth Brother won't die." Han Muye said lightly.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, glared and shouted, "The new sword watchers are so unruly now?" ”

Han Muye nodded, and then shouted, "Elder Gao, this one said that you didn't teach the rules to the newcomer Sword Watcher. ”

……

Sunny.

The breeze is warm.

The brocade robe standing under the nine stone steps in front of the Sword Pavilion was sweating profusely.

His eyes widened, and he shuddered.

After ten breaths, he went limp, and sat down on the ground.

"Small punishment and big commandment, and then disrespect to the Sword Pavilion, let Cao Anchun personally come to deliver the sword."

The Sword Pavilion Elder's voice was light and ethereal, as if it was far above the clouds.

Lin Shen and Lu Gao, who were standing at the door of the Sword Pavilion, glanced at each other lightly.

Han Muye said jokingly, and the Sword Pavilion Elder really made a move!

How much protection does this have to be?

Also, Han Muye's weight in the minds of the Sword Pavilion elders is not low!

"Cao Pei knows that he is wrong, thank you for the grace of the elder not to kill." The middle-aged man who struggled to get up from the ground bowed to the Sword Pavilion.

The Sword Pavilion Elder did not respond.

Han Muye looked at the young men in sackcloth who were holding the wooden box behind Cao Pei, and said, "Bring the sword." ”

Cao Pei hurriedly turned around: "Quick, quick, didn't you listen to this senior brother?" ”

A child of the Cao family stepped forward with a long sword and stood at the foot of the stone steps, Cao Pei reached out to open the wooden box, and carefully took out the long sword held by the red silk cloth with both hands.

"Senior brother, please check." Sent to Han Muye, Cao Pei spoke in a low voice.

He quietly raised his eyes to look at Han Muye.

He has been doing the errand of sending swords to the Sword Pavilion for almost twenty years, and the number of sword watchers in the Sword Pavilion who has come into contact with him can't be counted.

Most of these sword watchers see each other once and then don't see each other again, and the one they most often deal with in recent years is Huang Lao Liu.

Every time a sword is sent, whether it is Huang Laoliu or other sword watchers, they are politely received.

Cao Pei never thought that there would be a time when he would be troubled by the sword watchers.

If he was just made difficult, he would be a new sword watcher who was reckless and didn't understand the rules.

But the Elder of the Sword Pavilion actually stood up for this new Sword Viewer.

Looking at Han Muye, who had an indifferent expression on his face, Cao Pei suddenly remembered what the ancestor of the family had said.

The sword watchers of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate Sword Pavilion are nothing, but the official disciples of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate Sword Pavilion must not be offended.

Because, that is the next Sword Pavilion Elder!

Could it be that this one is the candidate for the next Sword Pavilion Elder?

Thinking of this, Cao Pei's heart moved, the palm holding the long sword retracted slightly into the cuff, and then stretched out his hand, and there were already two crystal spirit stones in the palm of his palm.

Medium-grade spirit stones, two pieces.

Han Muye's gaze fell on the spirit stone and stretched out his hand.

Grab your sword.

"Brother Lu, take it."

Han Muye said lightly.

Lu Gao stepped forward and put away the spirit stone in Cao Pei's hand.

He was already convinced of Han Muye's words.

He was sure that no matter who it was, as long as he came to the Sword Pavilion, he would be scraped by Han Muye.

The corners of Lin Shen's mouth twitched slightly.

Cao Pei breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it is not unkind to be able to collect spirit stones.

Looking at the long sword in Han Muye's hand, Cao Pei spoke: "Senior brother, this sword is called Sanyang, and it is made of refined iron that has been tempered thousands of times, tempered several times, and polished quietly. ”

"This sword—"

Before he finished his introduction, Han Muye pulled out his long sword with a "cang" sound, and then the sword blade lightly pointed obliquely and slowly rotated.

"The sword is three feet and one minute long, weighs twelve catties and five taels, is one inch wide, and the blood groove is half a minute deep.

Han Muye's words made Cao Pei's eyes widen.

"This sword is mixed with a trace of Sanyang gold, which is used for Muyang spring water when it is quenched, and it is ground with Jinyang stone when it is finally polished, and it makes sense to name it Sanyang."

Han Muye slowly raised the sword and carefully admired it in front of him.

The corners of Cao Pei's mouth trembled, and he only whispered in his mouth: "Yes...... Be...... Nice......"

"Cangchang—"

The sword is sheathed.

Han Muye threw the sword back into the wooden box, and then said lightly: "It seems to be a good sword that has been tempered for thousands of years, the three positive forces are superimposed, and there is no cold power to neutralize it, are you afraid that this sword will not break fast enough?" ”

Cao Pei's face was swollen and red, and he opened his mouth to speak, but Han Muye had already stretched out his hand to point to the second sword.

The disciple of the Cao family, who was holding the long sword, stepped forward and opened it.

A bronze sword is placed in it, supported by a grey silk cloth.

Without waiting for Cao Pei to introduce, Han Muye had already reached out to hold the long sword.

"Cangchang—"

The long sword is out of the sheath, and the light and cold can be seen.

"Far away? This sword is good, made of light and shadow stone, three feet of Qingfeng, and its strength can penetrate gold and iron. ”

With a slight swing of the long sword, Han Muye put the sword back into the wooden box.

Cao Pei breathed a sigh of relief.

Han Muye reached out and took another sword.

"Wind spirit iron has been added more, and a good half-spirit weapon has been refined into an ordinary mortal weapon."

"Pleated steel quenched too much, this sword, wasted."

……

The beads of sweat on Cao Pei's forehead began to roll down again.

"Frost Seven-Cent Steel? The method of forging the three stacks of the broken abyss? This sword is enough to be sent to the level of the second floor. Han Muye held a three-foot sword weapon in his hand, and his eyes were shining.

"Ice breaking? The name is also good, but it's a pity that when refining, it seems that the forging technique is a little worse. ”

Gently returning the long sword to its sheath, Han Muye turned his head to look at Cao Pei.

"This sword seems to have come from a female alchemist?"

Cao Pei's face was full of reverence, and he stretched out his thumb and gestured: "Senior brother is powerful, this sword is forged by my Cao family's Miss Sun herself." ”

"The ancestor said that Miss Sun's ice breaker can be regarded as a master's work."

Han Muye nodded.

Just now, he had already seen the appearance of the person forging this sword from this sword weapon with few memory images.

It's really a girl with a good talent for forging.。

Of the twenty-one long swords, Han Muye finally received fifteen.

There were six handles left, and in his opinion, the problem was too big, and he was not qualified to be included in the Sword Pavilion.

"That, senior brother, you can be more accommodating." Cao Pei's face was bitter, and three pieces of spiritual light flashed in his palm.

"I've been doing this for nearly twenty years, and I haven't brought the sword back yet."

"These swords are flawed, but it's not that they can't be used......"

Hearing his words, Han Muye's face turned pale: "There are flaws, isn't it unusable?" ”

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the Sword Pavilion behind him, and said coldly, "Every sword here must be handed over to the disciples of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect. ”

"They need to be accompanied by this sword, to practice, to fight."

"If the sword is flawed, it is possible to give them their lives."

"Do you think that this mere spirit stone can buy back their lives?"

Cao Pei froze there, opened his mouth, and finally arched his hand in shame and turned to leave.

This time, I don't know how to face the people.

Han Muye registered and sorted out the collected sword weapons, then broke the ice with the sword weapon in both hands and walked to the stairs.

"The disciple has collected a top-level semi-spiritual sword weapon, and he has the qualification to be sent to the second layer of the Sword Pavilion."

Han Muye held the long sword in his hand and stood bent.

A moment later, there was a faint response from upstairs.

"Send it up."

Han Muye bowed slightly, holding the sword and walking up to the second floor.

Finally, there is another opportunity to climb to the second floor of the Sword Pavilion!

Lowering his head, Han Muye's eyes were bright.