"The third level of Bibo Swordsmanship?" Han Muye whispered.

There is a third level of Bibo swordsmanship.

The third one, which already involves sword intent.

Unlike the initial speculation, Bibo swordsmanship is still too low-level, and the third level has no sense of sword momentum.

This is Han Muye's experience after deducing the Bibo Sword.

In the Nine Xuan Sword Gate, the swordsmanship involving sword momentum is at least the Five Xuan level.

Among the four Xuan swordsmanship, only a small number can fuse other swordsmanship powers, and then condense the sword momentum.

Even the Five Xuan Sword Technique also needs to fuse power.

The fire vein's sword technique requires the power of the wind.

The sword momentum of the earth vein white tiger formed by Tuoba is also born by borrowing the body refining method to condense the sword momentum with great potential.

Seeing Han Muye groaning, Yang Shao raised his hand and took out a pale yellow book from his arms.

"Senior brother, this is the book of the tasks I have completed, and it is worth ninety meritorious deeds."

"That's all I can come up with right now."

Taking a light breath, Yang Shao said in a low voice.

Han Muye glanced at those task books and didn't stretch out his hand to take them.

"Senior brother, my master went down the mountain to fight at the Fengling Sword Sect's station, and most of my Santan Pavilion disciples went."

"When I go, I'll be able to earn merit."

"You name the price that senior brother needs, and when I return to the mountain, I will return the merits to you."

Yang Shao held the task book, a trace of anxiety flashed on his face, and he said in a low voice.

He couldn't help but hurry.

Plans can't keep up with the changes.

At the beginning, his master, Xu Haosheng, the elder of Santan Pavilion, said that he would accept him as a closed disciple, and as long as he comprehended the third level of Bibo swordsmanship within three years, he would fight for a true inheritance.

That's to value his understanding, it's a long-term investment.

But now from the beginning of the war, combat power is the most important.

In the Santan Pavilion, Su Yunsheng was strong in combat and dominated the leader, earning many merits and prestige for the Santan Pavilion.

Xu Haosheng also changed his attitude and was ready to recommend Su Yunsheng as the true biography first.

Yang Shao was reluctant to take this position of true inheritance.

True disciples, but there is a chance to enter the spiritual realm to cultivate.

All kinds of resources are inclined, and they are not comparable to the inner disciples.

"It's not a question of merit." Han Muye shook his head, looked at Yang Shao, and said softly: "The third layer of blue waves, returning to the realm of ancient wells without waves, there are drastic changes in the waves. ”

"The state of mind at that moment can only be understood if you experience it."

After speaking, he reached out and opened the books on the shelf, carefully looked at the introduction of the exercises on it, and no longer cared about Yang Shao.

"There are no waves in the ancient well, but the waves are surging?"

"This, is this possible?"

Yang Shao's expression changed, he arched his hand towards Han Muye, put away the task book, and turned to leave.

He believed that Han Muye would not lie to him.

There's no need to lie to him.

Perhaps, it's really just that he doesn't have enough insight in his state of mind and can't comprehend the third layer of blue waves.

The opportunity has not yet arrived.

Practice, that's it.

Han Muye continued to flip through the book, extremely fast.

"Jin Yang Jue?"

A book was opened, and Han Muye's eyes lit up.

This exercise is a blazing exercise that condenses the aura and turns it into a blazing sun.

Different from the fire vein practice, this practice corresponds to the great day that all things cannot do without.

This exercise is vast and magnificent, and it is very useful for the refining of the meridians.

He took the blank exercise and walked to the green-robed deacon who received him, and Han Muye handed it over.

"Jin Yang Jue?"

The deacon shook his head and said in a low voice, "This exercise is incomplete, but it is an ancient practice. ”

"You'd better get another copy."

Ancient times?

Han Muye chuckled, "I'll repair it first." ”

If we don't get on it, we will figure it out.

Seeing Han Muye's insistence, the green-robed deacon took out a jade plaque and said, "You release the task of performing the Fa, there are not many people who have practiced this exercise, you must be mentally prepared." ”

"If there is really no one to practice the Fa, you can go to the library in the door and directly watch the exercises."

"But in that case, it's up to you how much you can comprehend."

No one interprets the Fa, only reads the classics, it really depends on understanding.

For most practitioners, the time spent practicing in this way, the time spent contemplating the exercises, and the various difficulties encountered in the process of deriving the exercises are all headaches.

Han Muye took the jade plaque, walked straight to the corresponding quiet room, and then entered the requirements on the jade bi.

"The No. 38 quiet room seeks to perform the golden yang trick, and the reward is one hundred meritorious services."

One hundred meritorious deeds, ten thousand spirit stones, this exercise is considered expensive among the cultivation methods of the seven qualifications.

Sure enough, the task was issued, and no one took it for a long time.

It seems that there are really not many people who cultivate.

Just when Han Muye was about to give up the task and see when he would go to the library to consult the exercises, a flash of inspiration flashed on the stone wall in front of him.

The task was taken.

In just a moment, a middle-aged man in a white robe walked into the quiet room.

Han Muye knows.

Shen Muyang, an elite disciple of the Fire Vein.

At the beginning, it was this substitute teacher who sought swordsmanship to set the prairie on fire.

"You want to cultivate the Golden Yang Jue?" Looking at Han Muye, Shen Muyang spoke in a deep voice.

Today's Han Muye did not wear a robe and mask to hide his identity, and Shen Muyang naturally didn't know that the one in front of him was his big creditor.

Han Muye nodded.

"The Golden Yang Recipe has been inherited from ancient times, the exercises are incomplete, and it is not easy to practice, do you know this?" Shen Muyang saw Han Muye nodding, and spoke again.

Han Muye said softly: "I know." ”

The mask that concealed his identity could change his voice, and Han Muye's voice did not change at this time, it was completely different from the beginning.

Shen Muyang didn't notice Han Muye's identity in the slightest, just nodded and said, "Okay, I'll show you the practice mantra and cultivation process of this exercise." ”

After saying that, his body shook, and he gently crossed his knees in the air, and then spoke in a low voice.

"The fierceness of the Tibetan Xuanyuan, the solid three yang is calm."

"Yunling Nine Heavens Sinking Valley, turning into Qionglin ......"

In Han Muye's mind, a picture of the operation of the meridians emerged.

The aura is infused from the top of the head, and then converges along the meridians to the dantian.

The speed and amount of aura operated by this Golden Yang Jue are more than several times that of other exercises.

Comprehend the golden yang trick.

When Shen Muyang finished explaining the exercises, Han Muye had already comprehended this exercise.

"I'll explain it to you twice, remember, don't practice this Golden Yang Recipe for more than two quarters of an hour every day."

"Otherwise, the scorching sun and fire qi will burn the meridians, and it will rewind the dantian aura, and there will be a danger of dissipating gong."

Shen Muyang looked at Han Muye, his body was shocked, and he began to explain again.

It wasn't until nearly half an hour that Shen Muyang left.

When leaving, he also instructed Han Muye to carefully control the amount of aura absorbed.

Watching Shen Muyang take away the spirit stone worth a hundred meritorious deeds, Han Muye smiled bitterly.

Who are the creditors?

It's just that now Tao Ran Ancestor lives in the Sword Pavilion, if he reveals his identity and wants to come to Su Yuan's 1,000 meritorious deeds, I am afraid that Tao Ran Ancestor will chase him and ask him how to learn Liaoyuan.

Han Muye didn't want to be known to outsiders about his comprehension of the exercises from the sword.

It's just a thousand merits, and it's just owed for nothing, and there is no interest, so it's really unwilling......

Turning his head to look at the jade bi, there was still a task to seek the Liaoyuan Sword Technique.

Han Muye knew that this was Shen Muyang looking for him, and wanted to return the thousand meritorious deeds.

"Huh?"

The tasks on the jade bi flipped over, and one of them made him slightly stunned.

"One hundred and five quiet room, seeking the law of ten thousand swords to return to the sect, reward, ten spirit stones."

Ten thousand swords return to the sect.

From the legend of Elder Ten Thousand Swords spread in the door, the practice of this exercise also set off a boom for a period of time.

It's just that no one learns.

When Mo Yuan was in the Sword Gate, he also taught many people to return to the sect with ten thousand swords.

In the law building, there is also his legend.

But now that they are learning to return to the sect, everyone is confused.

Those who act in the law are stupid, and those who study the law are dumbfounded.

Raise your hand to the front and shout, "Have you learned?" ”

This is the Return of Ten Thousand Swords?

No wonder the price is only ten spirit stones.

I'm afraid I'll be beaten if I have too much.

Han Muye looked at the task on the jade bi, hesitated, and stretched out his hand to move.

He didn't change his clothes to hide his identity, and walked straight to Ashram 105.

When I went to the quiet room, I opened the door and saw a young man in a green robe.

Outer disciples.

This is the inner door performance building, and there are usually few outer disciples who come.

The main thing is the exercises in the Dharma Interpretation Building, even if it is a body refining, the cheapest Iron Bull Jin is also eighty spirit stones.

Outer disciples, how long will it take to accumulate so many spirit stones?

With this work of deducting the spirit stone between the teeth, it is better to practice well, just practice the outer door exercises, quickly reach the peak of Peiyuan, and step into the inner door is the right reason.

"Are you going to cultivate ten thousand swords and return to the sect?"

Han Muye looked at the young man with a green face.

"Zhou Wen has seen Senior Brother." The young man was a little restrained, bowed to Han Muye, and then handed over the ten spirit stones.

It seems that it is the first time to come to the Law Building.

"You're a new disciple of the sect?"

"Recently, the sect has recruited new disciples?"

Han Muye didn't go to pick up the spirit stone, but spoke lightly.

"Back to Senior Brother, I am, Zhou Yan's ancestor is the uncle of my family's in-laws," the young man sorted out the wording and said in a low voice: "My uncle and ancestor fell for the sect, and the sect selected a few juniors from the Zhou family to give permission. ”

It turned out to be the descendant of Zhou Yan, the deacon of the Sword Battle Hall.

At the beginning, Zhou Yan's sword was personally sent by Han Muye to the second floor of the Sword Pavilion.

Speaking of which, Qin Yuanhe, who cost Zhou Yan his life, doesn't know what happened now.

Han Muye knew that Yijian didn't kill him at the beginning, and after being taken away by the sect, he didn't know what to do.

"Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect is a kendo cultivation method that embraces thousands of swordsmanship."

"Without great perseverance and determination, you can't cultivate."

"Do you really want to practice this method?"

Han Muye put his hands behind his back and spoke lightly.

Hearing Han Muye's words, Zhou Wen nodded and said in a low voice: "Among the juniors of my Zhou family, only three have cultivation qualifications, and they are all Nine Rank Spiritual Roots. ”

"My qualifications are the worst of the three."

"If I don't cultivate the Ten Thousand Swords and return to the sect, I don't know when I will be able to build the foundation and when I will be able to reorganize the prestige of my Zhou family."

"Please also ask my senior brother to teach me."

Zhou Wen bowed solemnly towards Han Muye, holding the ten spirit stones with both hands.

Han Muye nodded and said lightly: "Okay, then I will teach you to return to the sect with ten thousand swords." ”

With one hand behind his back, he lifted the other hand, slowly stretched forward, and slowly stabbed his fingers out.

"This swordsmanship was created by Mo Yuan, the first person in the outer gate of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect."

"With the great perseverance of two hundred years of not entering the condensation, Mo Yuan has traveled through the outer gate swordsmanship, fused thousands of swordsmanship into one sword, and turned into ten thousand swords and returned to the sect."

"This swordsmanship doesn't need to be qualified, and it doesn't need to be highly skilled."

"This swordsmanship is for the world's ordinary sword cultivation, and it opens up a great avenue to the sky."

"This is, Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect."

Han Muye whispered in his mouth, and the picture flashed in his mind when Mo Yuan taught him the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect.

At this time, his perception was different.

Mo Yuan I was stumbling, and he taught Han Muye swordsmanship at that time, how did he feel in his heart?

Helpless?

Glad?

Sad?

Firmness?

Han Muye pointed his finger forward, there was no sword qi and aura on his body, but he seemed to be standing in the clouds, stretching out his hand to cover the sky.

This sword slashes the heavens and the earth!

Zhou Wen, who was standing in front of him, widened his eyes and trembled.

In his eyes, what he saw seemed to be a giant sword, covering the sky and the sun, and slashing down with a roar!

Ten thousand swords, return to the sect!