Han Muye stood there, ignoring him.

The last time Cao Pei came, he could call people directly.

This time, the Sword Pavilion Elder was not there.

Han Muye suspected that this old man of the Cao family came on purpose because he knew that the elder of the Sword Pavilion was not there.

Seeing that his words were ignored by Han Muye, the young man's face was even more angry.

"Today, the ancestor of my Cao family came to deliver the sword in person, if you don't check the reason and come out, in the future, your sword pavilion will not want to buy another sword weapon from my Cao family."

The young man stepped forward and stretched out his hand to Han Muye.

Huang Laoliu's smile converged on his face and slowly straightened his waist.

He looked at Cao Anchun with his hands behind his back in front of him, and then at the team of sword-wielding young men behind Cao Anchun.

"Master Cao, is this sword really sent?" Huang Laoliu's face became solemn.

The Sword Pavilion Elder is not there, and in the Sword Pavilion, he should be in front.

Cao Anchun nodded, looked at Han Muye on the stage and said, "If you check it clearly, you will send it." ”

Han Muye also narrowed his eyes and looked at the wooden boxes that were being held.

Even through the wooden box, he could feel the rich sword aura in it.

Such a sword aura shows that every sword is a treasure.

It also means that these sword weapons are powerful, and the sword qi is vigorous among them.

Last time, the sword weapon of the Sanqin Sword Sect, the sword weapon of the Zhen faction, the mid-grade spirit weapon, the elder of the Sword Pavilion said, whether it was Han Muye or Huang Laoliu, they couldn't carry it.

Are there any of these swords in front of you that level?

"This senior brother, my Cao family makes a living by refining weapons, and sword weapons are our face and our lifeblood." The girl standing beside Cao Anchun looked at Han Muye and spoke in a low voice.

"The Nine Xuan Sword Gate retreated my Cao family's sword, which is slapping my Cao family in the face and cutting off the lifeblood of my Cao family."

The girl's face was also solemn, she looked at Han Muye, and lowered her voice: "Today, if you can admit your mistake in front of my grandfather and give my Cao family justice, this matter will not be over." ”

"The errand of the sword watcher in your Sword Pavilion can also be saved."

Stand corrected.

Admit that you are wrong.

A smile appeared on Han Muye's face.

It was not difficult for him to admit his mistake.

But what he represents now is the Sword Pavilion......

"This is Miss Sun of the Cao family, I heard that Miss Sun is a genius in refining weapons, and she is the most brilliant pearl of the Cao family." Just as Han Muye was about to speak, Huang Laoliu's voice sounded.

Huang Lao Liu glanced at Han Muye, shook his head, and then walked to the center of the stone steps, raised his hand and said, "Miss Cao, you should know, your Cao family wants face, and my Sword Pavilion also wants it." ”

After speaking, he looked at Cao Anchun in front of him, arched his hand, and said lightly: "Since the Cao family sent the sword, then I, Huang Zhenxiong, will welcome the sword into the pavilion." ”

"Here comes the sword."

Cao Anchun squinted his eyes and glanced at Huang Lao Liu, raised his hand and waved lightly.

Cao Pei, who was standing behind him, stepped forward with a wooden box.

"Sixth brother, ......take it easy," Cao Pei glanced at Huang Lao Liu and said in a low voice.

Huang Lao Liu grinned and reached out to uncover the wooden box in front of him.

The wooden box was opened, and one of the fierce sword qi burst out instantly.

The cold sword aura made the surrounding air seem to be cold.

"Good sword."

Huang Lao Liu's eyes flashed, he took a deep breath, then stretched out his hand and slowly held the long sword in front of him.

The sword looks simple and atmospheric, bronzed throughout, and has a faint moire interlaced on the scabbard.

Huang Lao Liu held the long sword in his hand and trembled.

"A sword weapon mixed with ice and cold stone quenching, even if it is rotten, it can be made into a quiet ornament."

Huang Lao Liu spoke lightly, then put his hand on the hilt of the sword and held it hard.

At this time, a strange aura rose on his body.

Condensing the sword!

"Hum—"

With a radius of three feet, all the sword weapons vibrated gently.

The swords in the wooden box seemed to jump out of it.

"A rare sword watcher, no wonder Senior Brother Gao can rest assured that he can escape far away." Cao Anchun looked at Huang Lao Liu and spoke in a low voice.

Huang Lao Liu looked at him, laughed softly, and then exerted his five fingers.

"Cangchang—"

The sword slowly unsheathed.

An icy aura permeated the air.

"It seems that not only the ice cold stone is used when refining, but also the water of the thousand-year-old cold pool is infiltrated nine times when quenched."

The icy aura emanating from the sword weapon made the back of Huang Lao Liu's hand covered with frost, and his expression remained unchanged as he pulled the long sword out of the scabbard.

"Hum—"

The long sword shook, and he slowly released his palm.

The long sword hung silently in front of him, and the blue light flowed on it.

Han Muye remembered what Huang Lao Liu had told him about the cultivation method of the Sword Condensing Technique.

Gaze as a sword.

Soul Edgeworth.

No wonder Huang Lao Liu can be a sword watcher in the Sword Pavilion for seven years.

His divine soul power is already capable of wielding sword weapons.

With these means, coupled with a good sword, it is easier to leapfrog the challenge than to drink water.

The expressions on the faces of Cao Anchun and the young men and women around him changed slightly.

They all play with swords, so they naturally know what the means of the Divine Soul Sword-Resisting Sword means.

Huang Lao Liu turned his head and grinned at the young man who was stretching out his hand and pointing at Han Muye before: "Boy, do you know, a sword watcher like me who can live for a long time, killing you is like killing a chicken." ”

The voice fell, and the sword moved!

"Whoa—"

The long sword, which no one had grasped, flashed past the young man's neck, bringing up a few broken hairs and a streak of blood.

"Cangchang—"

The sword is sheathed.

Huang Lao Liu put the sword back and said lightly: "The best of the best." ”

The young man beside Cao Anchun was pale, and he reached out to touch his neck, his fingers trembling a little.

"Shake what?" Huang Lao Liu said coldly: "In front of your old man, can I still kill you?" ”

"That's it."

After speaking, he turned his head to look at Cao Anchun again, with a smile on his face: "Master Cao, it's not for me to say, your Cao family or Miss Sun's talent is not bad, and you will definitely be able to become atmospheric in the future." ”

The face of the girl standing beside Cao Anchun did not change in the slightest.

Cao Anchun didn't speak, just waved his hand again.

Another sword was sent to Huang Lao Liu.

Huang Lao Liu smiled, raised his hand and grabbed the long sword.

The fiery sword qi stirred up his fluffy gray hair, making his hand grasping the sword reveal a miserable whiteness.

Stretching out his fingers, the long sword shook.

Huang Laoliu closed his eyes, and the breath on his body wrapped the long sword.

"Amazing, this sword is already the top grade in the semi-spiritual weapon, and it is almost qualified to be sent to the second layer of the Sword Pavilion."

He opened his eyes, and there was a deep light in them, but his face became a little paler.

"Again."

The sword was sheathed, and he shouted.

Another wooden box was sent to Huang Lao Liu.

"Sixth brother, forget it, you can't bear it." Cao Pei whispered.

Huang Laoliu narrowed his eyes and looked at the head of the Cao family who was silent in front of him.

"Hehe, I'm a sword watcher in the Sword Pavilion, I can't carry anything, the only thing I can carry is the sword."

Uncovering the wooden box, Huang Lao Liu reached out and grabbed the cyan sheathed long sword.

"Sixth brother, I'll come."

At this moment, Han Muye, who had never spoken, took a step forward and blocked in front of Huang Laoliu.

Huang Lao Liu shook his head and said in a low voice: "It's okay, Sixth Brother, I can still hold on, it's a big deal to go back and sleep for two days after I finish it." ”

With that, he reached for his sword.

Han Muye stopped his arm, then looked at the sword weapon in front of him, and said lightly: "I guessed correctly, there are six swords here that were all returned by me, right?" ”

"I'm also curious about what kind of means you used to turn a few waste swords into treasures."

The words fell, and his hand was on the hilt of the cyan sheathed sword.