The Sword Pavilion Elder turned his head to look at the stunned crowd, and then said lightly: "The old man hasn't been contaminated with this mundane meal for thirty years. ”

"Sit down."

The Sword Pavilion Elder stretched out his finger and pointed to the stools around him.

Han Muye gave everyone a look, and then sat down.

The others looked at each other and sat down.

The Sword Pavilion Elder waved his hand, and several wine glasses appeared on the table.

Han Muye hurriedly got up, lifted the wine jug, and filled the wine glass with wine.

"It's rare to sit at the same table with the elders, and we respect the elders." Han Muye picked up his wine glass and said.

In his opinion, this Sword Pavilion Elder was probably at the level of the management of a large company.

Although I don't usually speak well, in fact, people are also people, and if you really get along for a long time, maybe you can have some friendship.

It may be that he has not been in the Sword Pavilion for a long time in the cultivation world, and he has not yet developed so much awe for high-level cultivators.

Toast to the elders?

Huang Lao Liu and the others hurriedly followed to raise their glasses.

They had never thought of sharing a table with the Sword Pavilion Elder, let alone being qualified to toast the Sword Pavilion Elder.

In the Nine Xuan Sword Sect, those who are qualified to toast the elders of the Sword Pavilion are at least the powerhouses of the realm.

The Sword Pavilion Elder smiled slightly, picked up the wine glass, and said lightly: "This wine is strong, you can drink less." ”

With that, he drank it all.

Drinky?

Han Muye looked at the wine glass in his hand.

Isn't this wine ordinary?

He brought the glass to his lips and took a sip.

The entrance is sweet, with a trace of aura, penetrating the intestines and entering the abdomen, and then falling on the dantian, and then in the muscles and bones of the body, there is a trace of strange power emanating.

This is really not an ordinary wine, but a treasure that can stimulate the strength of muscles and bones and enhance a trace of longevity!

Although this improvement is limited, anything that touches with Shouyuan is not an ordinary item.

Turning their heads, Huang Lao Liu and the others had already drunk the wine in their cups.

After everyone sat down, the Sword Pavilion elder picked up the bamboo chopsticks and picked up a few meat and vegetarian dishes.

"Well, the dishes in this canteen taste a lot better."

Try a few dishes, he said lightly.

"That's not it, it's all specially ......" A glass of wine went down, and Lu Gao, who was full of swelling and red, was only halfway through his words, and suddenly paused, raised his head, and woke up with a cold sweat on his body.

As a miscellaneous disciple, he didn't say anything about the same table with the elders, but he dared to shout in front of the elders!

If this elder is not happy, won't he lose his errand?

You can't afford to lose this errand!

Fortunately, the Sword Pavilion Elder didn't care about his words, and turned his head to look at Huang Lao Liu.

"Huang Zhenxiong, you have been in the Sword Pavilion for seven years, and you are the deacon of the Sword Pavilion for three years, do you really want to leave?"

Huang Lao Liu's face twitched slightly, turned his head to look at Lu Qingping beside him, and then looked at Han Muye opposite.

He took a deep breath and was just about to speak, when the Sword Pavilion Elder waved his hand: "Forget it, I already understand your intentions." ”

Picking up the wine glass, a smile appeared on the face of the Sword Pavilion Elder: "Whether it is on Jiuxuan Mountain, or in the world, it can be regarded as cultivation anywhere. ”

"Over the years, the Sword Pavilion has come and gone, but you have accompanied me the most."

Huang Lao Liu hurriedly picked up his wine glass and stood up.

Beside him, Lu Qingping also got up to accompany him.

The Sword Pavilion Elder drank a glass of wine, stood up, and walked towards the Sword Pavilion.

"Hehe, Huang Xiaoliu, who was scared to pee his pants in the Sword Pavilion back then, is also going to marry a wife and have children."

These words made Huang Laoliu's face the color of pig liver, and Lu Qingping on the side was also like powder.

"After practicing for a long time, the appetite will fade."

"Don't call me again when you eat later."

The words fell, and the Sword Pavilion Elder's man had already disappeared into the staircase.

This was obviously said to Han Muye.

When he left, Lu Gao grabbed the flask that was placed on the table.

"No, no, I'm going to have to be shocked."

Lin Shen beside him reached out and pressed his hand.

"It's okay to drink a glass of this wine, too much, I'm afraid you're going to burst your meridians and die." Lin Shen shook his head and spoke in a low voice.

Lu Gao was so frightened that he retracted his hand and put down the flask.

"Sixth brother, this wine should have been given to you by the elders." Han Muye stretched out his hand and pushed the wine jug in front of Huang Lao Liu.

In the flask, there is also more than half a jug of wine.

For a person like Huang Laoliu who injured Shouyuan, this half pot of wine is indeed a precious gift.

Huang Lao Liu nodded, with a complicated expression on his face.

The atmosphere at the dinner table became more and more dreary, but after a while, everyone dispersed.

Huang Lao Liu sent Lu Qingping back, Lu Gao sent the table and dishes back to the dining hall, and Lin Shen sent Lin Yuxia back to the station.

Only Han Muye was left at the door of the Sword Pavilion.

He looked up at the third floor of the Sword Pavilion, and somewhat understood why the Sword Pavilion Elder had come downstairs to eat this meal today.

After practicing for a long time, the desire for appetite has faded, and the human affection has also faded.

This time, he went downstairs to drink a glass of wine, which was already extremely rare.

As the Sword Pavilion Elder said, Huang Lao Liu has been with him the longest.

Shaking his head, he returned to the quiet room, Han Muye sat cross-legged and meditated, and there were sword qi circles on his body.

In the sea of qi, the scattered sword qi began to converge, and then condensed into sword intent.

These days, he has been constantly collecting and cultivating sword qi, and he has already collected tens of thousands of scattered sword qi.

Today on the second floor of the Sword Pavilion, in addition to the two complete sword intents, there are also three fragmented sword qi that failed to condense the sword intent.

Now he dismantled the three sword qi that had not yet condensed into sword intent, fused it with the sword qi of the same attribute, and condensed the twelve and eight thousand sword qi into a line, and obtained two more sword intents.

In this way, the total sword intent he possessed was restored to twelve.

In addition to the six realms scattered among the various sword weapons these days, in the sea of qi, there are still six sword intent circling around.

With so much sword intent, it is a little unbearable for his body Shou Yuan, and it is better to disperse and infuse it into the sword weapon tomorrow to recuperate.

Han Muye also understood now that these sword intents in the sea of qi were too strong, and it was difficult for him to refine them quickly, so they could only be consumables.

Now he collects it, stores it, and uses it as a consumable as a guarantee of his own combat power.

Whether it is alchemy, or the return of ten thousand swords to the sect, he can have the capital to gain a foothold.

The most important thing for him now is to improve his spiritual qi cultivation, temper his muscles, bones and flesh, and nourish more of his own sword qi with sword cultivation techniques.

These sword qi that they have cultivated themselves are more obedient and gentle, and they don't have to worry about the consumption of the imperial envoy, they can be condensed repeatedly.

When the sword qi in the dantian turns into sword intent and has the qualification to suppress other sword intents in the sea of qi, it will be the beginning of his soaring skyrocket.

He just needs to bury his head in practice now.

The vast Nine Xuan Sword Gate has countless strong people.

He is a sword watcher in the Sword Pavilion, when will it be his turn to make a move?

The sword intent worked, and Han Muye began to count today's other harvests.

Watching Ling Juezong's Qi Mingyuan swordsmanship drill, he got Ling Juezong's two sets of Zhenzong swordsmanship.

Absolute clouds, sweeping clouds.

The two sets of swordsmanship combined with the Liaoyuan swordsmanship can be turned into a sword momentum that is powerful against the heavenly realm.

It's just that for the time being, Han Muye is not able to use the sword momentum, and if he peeks into the secret of the sword momentum a little today, he almost hurts his soul.

Raising his hand, two blue and purple sword weapons appeared, quietly levitating in front of Han Muye.

These two swords, Han Muye, are warm day by day, and the sword body flashes with spiritual light.

I believe that these two sword weapons will eventually turn into spiritual weapons one day.

Thinking of the spiritual weapon, in his sleeve, a ruler-long short sword flew out, and it rotated around his body flexibly, like a string moon.

On the second floor of the Sword Pavilion, you get eight sets of swordsmanship, all of which are extremely strong.

Six of them are owned by the Nine Xuan Sword Sect, and the other two sets have one set of lower strings, which are the swordsmanship of the Yuehua Sword Sect.

The swordsmanship of the Yuehua Sword Sect is to simulate the moonlight with a cold breath and turn it into a flying whirling light blade.

This method is the means of the Sword Immortal Flying Sword.

Looking at the flying sword light, Han Muye stretched out his left hand and held the small sword.

"Thorn-"

The sword light reversed, hung upside down and turned into a bleak cold light.

This arc of light is mysterious and weird, agile to the extreme, and the meaning of killing makes people shudder.

"What a powerful left-handed swordsmanship......"

Releasing the short sword, Han Muye whispered softly.

This style of reversal swordsmanship, which is weird and smart, is the only one he has seen.

"Brother Han, are you there?"

At the door, Huang Laoliu's voice sounded.