The Nineteenth Legend!

It's really a legend!

Mu Eryi looked at Han Muye, who was too young in front of him, and his heart was messy.

The greenness on Han Muye's body is easy to see.

The surging strength of the aura on his body also showed that his cultivation was not deep enough.

Such a person is actually a descendant?

"The sect master said that a nineteenth heir has been arranged."

"What's your name?"

Zhang Zhihe looked at Han Muye and spoke softly.

There was a hint of aura in his eyes.

"Disciple Han Muye." Han Muye gave up.

"Well, from then on, you will be the Nine Xuan Sword Sect, Han Nineteen."

Zhang Zhihe stretched out his hand to take Han Muye's token, and the golden light flashed in his hand, and nineteen or two ancient characters were engraved on it.

"My Nine Xuan Sword Sect is one of the nine sects in Western Xinjiang, the Great Sword Dao Sect, as the nineteenth descendant of the sect, you must always remember the interests of the sect, and the reputation of the sect is higher than your life."

Handing back the token, Zhang Zhihe looked at Han Muye and said solemnly.

"The interests of the sect are higher than their lives?" Han Muye took the token and muttered softly: "This brand is not beneficial, and you have to take risks?" ”

Mu Eryi, who was standing on the side, already had the feeling of patting his head.

This is the token of the sect's descendants, and it represents the identity of the nineteenth sect master successor of the entire Nine Xuan Sword Sect.

As long as they don't fall, every descendant will be an elder of the sect in the future, and they will still be the kind of elders with real power.

Shouldn't such a person, with his own interests and honor, be tied to the sect?

Not to mention the descendants of the disciples, even these true disciples, everything about themselves is also involved with the sect, one is prosperous, and the other is lost.

This Han Nineteen confided in front of the sect elder Taishang, isn't he afraid of provoking the elder's displeasure?

Even if he is a disciple of the lineage, in front of the Supreme Elder, he would not dare to be so presumptuous, right?

"You're right, this token is not only a benefit, but also a responsibility." Sure enough, there was a suppressed emotion in the elder's tone.

"But compared to your own life, whether it is honor or interests, it is all empty."

"Only when you are alive can you have a chance to turn over."

Zhang Zhihe's next words made Mu Eryi's eyes widen.

Zhang Zhihe turned his head to look at Mu Eryi, and then looked at Han Muye: "You are all elites cultivated by the sect at a great cost, and you are the future of the sect. ”

"You are more important than the interests of any sect and the reputation of the sect."

He lowered his voice and said softly: "The living elite has infinite possibilities. ”

"Dead elites, no one cares."

Han Muye chuckled and arched his hand: "I feel comfortable listening to Elder's words, when will you come to the Sword Pavilion and drink together." ”

Now he eats and drinks with Tao Ran Ancestor and Sword Pavilion Elder every day, and he doesn't have much reverence for these half-step Heaven Realm powerhouses.

What's more, Tao Ran, who is very unpopular, often eats in front of him.

Hearing Han Muye's words, Zhang Zhihe's eyes shone brightly, looked at Han Muye, and then said with a long smile: "Okay, I will definitely go to drink when I have time." ”

"The last time I drank with Tao Ran was a hundred years ago."

"That guy, the wine is not good."

……

Until he accompanied Han Muye out of the big house, Mu Eryi didn't come back to his senses.

He turned his head slightly and looked at Han Muye, who looked calm.

Is this a descendant?

With the Supreme Elder, can you be so casual?

"Senior Brother Mu Eryi, you said that the descendants can choose one in this big house, and they don't need to build it themselves, right?" Han Muye looked at the earth and stone house and asked.

He came here to practice, to use the aura here to stabilize his cultivation, not for vacation.

He didn't want to build a big house himself.

"Yes, it's empty here, Senior Brother Han, you can choose."

Mu Er hurriedly stretched out his hand and pointed to the big houses in front of him with closed doors.

Han Muye nodded and walked over.

Some of these big houses have been locked from the inside, apparently there are people, and some have half-unlocked locks on the outside, indicating that no one lives in them.

Han Muye chose a room with good lighting, turned around and arched his hand towards Mu Eryi, and walked in.

"The new Nineteen Descendants, I'm afraid the spiritual land is going to be lively......" Mu Eryi watched Han Muye walk into the big house and whispered in his mouth.

He turned and walked in the direction of the grass hut outside the big house.

"Hey, Mu Eryi, what about the people who came with you?"

Someone saw Mu Eryi walking out alone and opened his mouth in surprise.

"I live in a big house." Mu Eryi buried his head and walked forward and replied in a low voice.

Live in a big house!

The questioner's eyes widened.

A new legacy!

"Quick, senior brother, tell me quickly, what is the origin of this newcomer, why haven't you seen it?"

"Senior brother, I just hunted the boar, we barbecued together, I used the Jin Yun swordsmanship to slice the boar legs, to ensure that the skin is thin and the meat is thick."

A group of True Disciple disciples all flocked to Mu Eryi and snatched his pick.

With a smile on his face, Mu Er was dragged by them to drink.

"Nineteen heirs? Interesting. "In a big room, someone chuckled and whispered.

"Han Nineteen? The sect master's path is cut off, what is the idea that can't be realized? Hum. ”

Somewhere in a big house, someone whispered, and his tone was cold.

Han Muye didn't care about the changes of everyone in the spiritual land, he walked into the big house, and saw that the furnishings in it were simple, there was only one more long case than his quiet room, and there was a small bookshelf.

On the shelves, there are only three or two books.

I walked to the bookshelf and looked through it, it was just a travelogue or something, obviously left by the previous owner, not a secret book of exercises.

Not interested in watching these, Han Muye walked to the wooden couch, moved his body, and sat cross-legged.

In his dantian, the originally silent aura churned and began to rotate.

"Hum—"

Around him, whirlpools appeared, pouring into his body with a clear aura.

At this moment, the dark golden aura in the room turned into silk threads, intertwined and entangled.

The power of the formation.

This formation can collect all the free aura in the surrounding space, and it can also lock the aura in the big house and prevent it from escaping.

It seems that this is the legendary Gathering Spirit Array.

In the big house, the aura around Han Muye's body rolled like a wave, and then rushed into the dantian.

One after another sword qi is like a swimming fish in the dantian, shuttling uncertainly, and swallowing spiritual energy freely.

Because the attraction and absorption of spiritual energy was too strong, outside the big house where Han Muye lived, the spiritual energy visible to the naked eye turned into a vortex.

"The foundation of this newcomer is not bad, and even the second level of the Gathering Spirit Array has been stimulated." Mu Eryi and the others, who were sitting under the big tree in the distance, looked up, and someone spoke in a low voice.

"It's so-so, but whoever is passed down from generation to generation, who can't stimulate the second level of the Spirit Gathering Array?" Someone shook their heads and chuckled.

"I remember that when Song Qiye practiced for the first time in the big house, he directly stimulated the third level of the Spirit Gathering Array, and even the elders took action to strengthen the formation for him and pull the spiritual energy."

"Hehe, don't you know the rumors, back then, the sect master practiced in the spiritual land, and one day and night, he affected the spiritual land formation, and the roar continued?"

In the cultivation world, qualifications and talents are valued.

The better the foundation of the practitioner, the farther the path of cultivation can go.

In this practice after entering the spiritual land, who can absorb enough spiritual energy, it shows whose foundation is strong.

This little trick is passed on in the spiritual land.

It's just that Han Muye belongs to a proper newcomer, and he doesn't know anything about the skills and rules in the spiritual land.

"Nineteen heirs, let me see why you are on the same level as me." Next to Han Muye's big house, a voice sounded low, and then, a spiritual light rose.

"Hum—"

A vortex appeared directly, knocking the vortex on Han Muye's big house open, and taking away all the aura that Han Muye had absorbed before.

"Hum—"

This vortex just appeared, and another big house also appeared, coming to compete for the aura.

"It's started, it's Su Eighteen and Qi Thirteen who make a move."

Looking at the two whirlpools competing for aura, someone's eyes shone brightly and he spoke in a low voice.

This is how the descendants are welcomed.

In fact, even among the disciples of the true lineage, there will be similar temptations.

In the cultivation world, strength is respected.

Without strength, how can you get the respect of others?

If you can't occupy a place in the peer competition, why should you enjoy the same treatment as others?

"It's a pity that Qian Jiuye didn't make a move, otherwise, it would be called wonderful." Looking at the vortex that was about to collapse on Han Muye's roof under the attack of the two vortices, someone shook his head and whispered.

"Hehe, how is it possible, the descendants in the top ten will not make a move, unless they ......"

Someone whispered.

Unless, the newcomer is extremely strong, strong enough to threaten the top ten descendants.

But this is not possible.

Spiritual cultivation is already the best treatment for the disciples of the Sword Sect.

The top ten lineage disciples have all been cultivating in the spiritual land for a long time, and their cultivation is no longer inferior to that of ordinary elders.

Newly arrived descendants, whether they are cultivated or gifted qualifications, cannot pose a threat to the top ten descendant disciples.

In the big house, Han Muye began to slowly stabilize his cultivation.

The aura absorbed by the Spirit Gathering Array was enough for his dantian to operate.

In such a comparison, the aura in the spiritual land is indeed much richer than that outside.

At least practicing in the Sword Pavilion Meditation Room, relying on the little aura absorbed, it is not enough to even plug the gap between your teeth.

While absorbing the aura to consolidate the cultivation of the condensation period, Han Muye raised his hand and took out the sword pill that Lin Shen had given him before.

Round, jade.

This sword pill didn't look like a sword weapon at all.

Holding the sword pill in his hand, Han Muye urged an aura and a sword qi to intertwine, gently infusing it.

As soon as the aura and sword qi entered the sword pill, the sword pill began to tremble slightly.

It can really be pushed.

Han Muye took a light breath, and then no longer hesitated, the sword qi and aura in the dantian began to flow down his palm, rushing into the sword pill.

"Hum—"

The original jade sword pill roared, and a trace of coldness appeared on it.

Dark and cold, this is the breath that a sword weapon should have!

Han Muye didn't pause, and the aura and sword qi crashed into the sword pill like a torrent, and began to practice.

The jade color on the sword pill retreated, revealing a dull aura.

Blood-colored spirit patterns flashed on the sword pill.

A sword aura.

An aura.

Ten sword qi.

Ten Aura.

……

Thirty thousand sword qi poured into the sword pill, causing the sword pill to slowly begin to void.

Then Han Muye was shocked.

The aura in the dantian is not enough.

Although his dantian was vast, far surpassing the cultivators of his generation, after all, it was only a heavy condensation, and it was not yet stable.

The aura stored in it was not enough to refine that sword pill at all.

As for the aura absorbed by the Spirit Gathering Array, he didn't care about it.

Too little.

Frowning slightly, Han Muye took a deep breath.

Raising his hand, ten high-grade spirit stones appeared.

At this time, the aura vortex above his big house had faded and was about to dissipate.

"Hehe, I can only hold on for half an hour, this nineteen heirs, it can't be done......" Looking at the vortex that was about to dissipate, someone shook his head softly.

"Indeed, it's still a little tender, let's see if it's soft, and it's not ashamed." Someone chuckled.

Today, we can see the battle between the descendants, and witness the embarrassment of a descendant, which is also a matter of discussion in the future.

Mu Eryi looked at the slowly dissipating whirlpool, his brows furrowed.

He always felt that this Han Nineteen was probably not as simple as it seemed.

This is the one who invited the Supreme Elder to drink.

In mid-air, the two vortices that had smashed into the spiritual energy vortex of Han Muye's mansion began to collide.

It seems that the two descendants still want to divide the victory and defeat.

At this moment, there was a tremor in the big room below.

"Hum—"

The sound was not loud, and then a faint aura rose.

And then, everyone's eyes widened!

"Boom-"

Above the big house, golden light curtains shrouded it.

"Locking Spirit Array!"

"One."

"Two."

"Three."

"Five."

"Ten Locking Spirit Array!"

"This guy exploded 100,000 spirit stone cultivation at one time!"

", this guy is the sect master's illegitimate son, is it his own son......"