Want?

Really?

A thousand merits, buy this thing?

Qiu Shan was a little unconvinced, and looked down at the iron pimple on Han Muye's hand.

It's still that pimple.

"Liu Hong, you kid come here!"

Qiu Shan shouted, and Liu Hong, who was wearing a white robe, trotted over.

"Uncle Shi, you call me?"

Liu Hong smiled on his face, leaned in front of Qiu Shan, and lowered his voice: "But give me a commission?" ”

Qiu Shan glared at him and said, "Boy, this is Senior Brother Han of the Sword Pavilion Guard, you want to call Senior Uncle Ancestor." ”

"Don't show off your little tricks."

Liu Hong's face stiffened, and he shouted: "Uncle Shi again, again, Uncle Shi Zu? ”

He turned his head to look at Han Muye behind him, his face turned white.

"Senior Brother Han, in this kid's mouth, every piece of that pile of rags is a treasure."

"Don't believe me." Qiu Shan also looked at Han Muye, shook his head and said.

"That's a real treasure......" Liu Hong muttered, lowering his head and not looking at Qiu Shan.

Han Muye shook his head with a smile, raised his hand, and placed a bunch of high-grade spirit stones on the long case.

"He's right, maybe it's a treasure."

Han Muye put the iron pimple and tiger bone in the storage ring, and then left with his hands.

It wasn't until he walked out of the Treasure Hall that Qiu Shan looked down blankly and looked at the spirit stone in front of him.

"Tsk, I heard that this Senior Brother Han can refine the Immortal Pindan, and he doesn't know how rich his net worth is, looking at it this way, is it true?"

Qiu Shan shook his head and whispered, then took out the book and began to register.

"Wealthy?"

Liu Hong's eyes lit up, and he reached out and grabbed a handful on the pile of spirit stones and ran.

"What are you doing, bunny?" Qiu Shan shouted.

"Here's my commission." Outside the Treasure Hall, Liu Hong's voice came.

"If you kid go to that place where the spirit stone stays for three nights, be careful that your grandfather breaks your legs." Qiu Shan slapped the table and shouted.

Liu Hong, who ran out of the Treasure Hall, didn't see Han Muye's figure, and looked around with some disappointment.

"Sword Pavilion, Senior Brother Han, Jin Thigh, I have to hold it tight......" he whispered as he paced slowly down the mountain.

……

Han Muye's body was like flying, but he turned back to the Sword Pavilion in a moment.

After instructing Lu Gao and Yang Mingxuan to retreat and practice, he went straight to the third floor.

A faint golden light rose from the Sword Pavilion, this was the scene of the Sword Pavilion formation opening.

The Sword Pavilion Formation hooked up the entire Nine Xuan Mountain Great Array, and it could easily block the realm masters.

With the help of the power of the formation, even if the master of the knot pill comes, it is difficult to please.

Han Muye, who was sitting on the third floor of the Sword Pavilion, raised his hand and made a move, and two pairs of white demon tiger bones fell in front of him.

"Hum—"

Two reckless bull phantoms emerged and rushed towards the white tiger skeleton.

The skeleton was shattered in an instant, and the phantom of the reckless cow also turned into a blue-gray cloud.

The shattered tiger bones were wrapped in clouds of reckless bull phantoms, and the two blended and roared.

Han Muye raised his hand, and the two clouds were attracted to the palm of his hand.

White Tiger Walk.

The palm of his hand clenched hard, and all the tiger bones in the cloud turned into powder, and then slammed into Han Muye's body.

"Roar—"

The sound of the tiger's roar sounded, and the two tiger shadows fell in Han Muye's divine treasure.

The white tiger roared and rushed in all directions.

This is the remnants of the tiger demon spirit in the tiger bones.

If it was an ordinary cultivator's divine treasure, being hit like this would definitely be shaken apart.

Maybe the soul will be pulled and damaged.

But in Han Muye's divine treasure, an immortal purple jade pill was gently suspended, and the light purple halo turned into a light curtain, enveloping the location of the two white tigers.

No matter how the two tigers collide, they can't get out of the space.

On the side of the Purple Jade Pill, a light sword qi was gently suspended.

Han Muye's divine thoughts turned into a phantom and stretched out his hand, and the divine soul sword qi started.

Raise your hand, sword light swings.

The two white tiger demon souls were chopped up, and then turned into blood and qi, infused into the body.

The power of the white tiger entered the body, and Han Muye's muscles and bones felt like they were bursting.

Tuoba Cheng said that refining the body is penance, and it is really penance.

Painful practice.

Gritting his teeth, he stood up, endured the pain like tearing his body apart, and raised his hand and punched the Chiyan pillar placed in front of him.

"Bang-"

The power of this punch has increased by more than two percent.

Joyfully!

With a smile of pain mixed with pleasure on his face, Han Muye punched out again.

Before the Red Flame Pillar, his body was like flying, punching one punch after another.

Unconsciously, behind him, a third reckless cow phantom appeared.

Not only is there a phantom of a reckless cow, but also the phantom of two hanging eyes and white-fronted giant tigers are faintly circulating.

The power of the white tiger was superimposed, allowing Han Muye to increase his strength by two percent with each punch.

With each punch, the power in his body fused with a point.

The bonus of White Tiger Xing's strength, combined with the strength of the Mangniu Force, made his physical strength rise rapidly.

In front of the Red Flame Pillar, Han Muye's every punch was in the fist print.

In his mind, a shirtless and sweaty figure slowly emerged.

Those Red Flame Army soldiers punched with all their might, refining the brute bull power on their bodies.

"My Red Flame Army is the strongest army of the Dynasty, in the Tianxuan World, my Red Flame Army gallops in all directions and is invincible."

"We are the knife in the hands of the general, and we are the guns in the hands of the general."

"Our duty, to protect Tianxuan, will die without regrets."

One after another, the figures roared wildly, and the blood was rolling.

"Bang-"

With a punch smashing down, the six reckless bull phantoms behind Han Muye shocked, and then turned into nothingness.

For three days and three nights, he practiced with all his might, and his body cultivation was to rush directly from the second layer of condensation qi to the sixth layer of condensation. Valley sprinkles

The strength of the body is 80,000 catties, and with this huge strength, it can fight with the foundation.

Six cows and two tigers, the phantom slowly entered the body, and the qi and blood on Han Muye's body converged, as if he had never cultivated the body refining technique.

It's just that the crystal light in his eyes is so deep that it's hard to look at directly.

This kind of physical strength is enough to support his spiritual energy cultivation to the ninth level of condensation qi and to the foundation building period.

Cast the foundation of the avenue, and the aura and soul are blended.

Building the foundation is the first level for cultivators, and it is the beginning of truly breaking away from the mortal world.

The aura on his body was rolling, and Han Muye was already looking forward to stepping into the foundation.

But don't rush yet, it's a matter of course.

Calming down the aura and qi and blood, Han Muye raised his hand, and an iron pimple appeared in his palm.

The size of a fist, weighing more than ten pounds.

Even if this iron lump is not a sword pill, the material it wraps is extraordinary.

Of course, if it weren't for the preciousness of the material, it wouldn't be so expensive.

A thousand meritorious deeds, Su Yuan, who was in the fire vein, couldn't take it out.

Looking at the iron bump in his palm, Han Muye's eyes lit up, and there was sword qi intertwined on his body.

The spiritual energy and sword qi in the palm of the palm are carefully infused.

There was not the slightest feedback.

Naturally, if the sword qi and the aura had direct feedback, this iron lump would not be thrown into the treasure hall.

Taking a light breath, the blue light in Han Muye's dantian shone.

A jade-colored pigeon egg sword pill appeared in front of him.

"Hum—"

As soon as the sword pill appeared, the iron bump on Han Muye's palm began to vibrate.

Really inductive?

Following the vague mind of the sword pill, Han Muye urged the sword pill and spun around the iron bump in his palm.

A trace of sword light shone from the sword pill, winding around the dark iron lump.

It was only a moment before the iron lump was wrapped in gold by the sword wire.

This is the sword pill, the ability to carry ten thousand jun, and it can also turn the sword into silk.

In ancient times, a sword pill could transform endlessly, heavy or light.

Most of the sword weapons circulating in the cultivation world are now differentiated, the power sword is heavy, the qi sword is light, and the sword is agile and flat.

After the entire iron lump was surrounded, the sword light began to tighten.

There was a piercing "creaking" sound from the iron bump.

Han Muye only felt that the spiritual energy was consumed extremely quickly, and the spiritual energy in the dantian turned into a vortex and poured out, landing on the sword pill.

In the end, the cultivation is still not advanced enough, and the consumption of the imperial envoy sword pill is too large.

"Click-"

After a hundred breaths, there was an explosion sound, and the black iron bump was cut.

A dazzling cold light came out of it, and then, in an instant, rushed towards Han Muye's front door.

"When—"

The jade-colored sword pill blocked in front of the cold light, and there was a sound of sword weapon impact.

Looking up, Han Muye's face showed joy.

What a sword pill!

This cold and shining crystal ball, isn't it a sword pill?

"Thorn-"

The sword pill seemed unwilling to be blocked, and slashed to the side, bringing out a sharp roar.

Jian Pill was outside the zhang, and then rushed towards Han Muye.

This time, the jade-colored sword pill intercepted it half a zhang ago.

"When—"

The sound of the sword exploded.

The two sword pills were entangled, collided, and continued to fight in the space of a square foot.

Han Muye's eyes stared at the two sword pills, and his divine thoughts were urged to the extreme.

Terrible!

That cold light sword pill is ever-changing, and every inch of the route is a move in a sharp swordsmanship.

Unknowingly, the sword pill actually advanced three feet in front of Han Muye.

"You are also one of the Yuan Tian Sword Venerable Zhou Tian Sword Pills!"

Han Muye's face showed joy and he snorted.

Since the beginning of the sword pill fight, he has been constantly observing and comprehending, the swordsmanship of this sword pill envoy is not the means in Zhou Tian's sword formation?

Zhou Tian Sword Array, forty-eight sword pills, each of which had several sets of swordsmanship combined with each other, and finally turned into three hundred and sixty Great Zhou Tian Array.

Han Muye couldn't imagine what kind of strong man could control and operate three hundred and sixty sets of swordsmanship at the same time.

How strong does it take?

At the moment when this Clear Cold Sword Pill came within three feet of him, Han Muye suddenly stretched out his hand.

The jade-colored sword pill shook and disappeared in place.

Hide the sky!

Swordsmanship is hidden!

With this sword, Han Muye's dantian aura was consumed by eighty percent!

"When—"

The jade-colored sword pill slammed into the back of the Qinghan Sword Pill and slammed it into Han Muye's palm.

The sword pill started, the sword intent in Han Muye's sea of qi, and the sword qi in the divine treasure was infused violently!

"Hum—"

Kenmaru shook, struggling as hard as he could.

But the rolling power of the divine soul and sword intent seemed to be an incomparably delicious feast.

Han Muye had a smile on his face.

For this sword pill that has not been nourished by sword qi for countless years, isn't the sword qi and the power of the divine soul a delicious meal?

In the palm of his hand, the sword light trembled, and the sword intent and the power of the divine soul poured into the sword pill, and in Han Muye's mind, pictures appeared.

"Boom-"

The sword light exploded, and thousands of light flames scattered.

"Yuan Tian Jianzun, you are at the end of your rope, come down!"

There was a sound like thunder, and it roared.

"Drop?"

Yuan Tian Jianzun's voice was still arrogant and cold: "Those guys in Zhongzhou are not qualified to let me surrender, just rely on you demon cubs who ran out of nowhere?" ”