Choose your sword.

This is one of the benefits of a disciple who has just entered the sword pool, and it is also the same as Wujian, it is a chance.

Although this opportunity is no longer possible in the eyes of the disciples who entered the hall.

It's just that what's the use of choosing a sword that has been rusted like this?

Li Si looked at the long sword that Han Muye was pointing at, and a deep groan appeared on his face.

"Han Wuxie, what do you mean?" On the side, a sturdy young man showed displeasure on his face, and said in a low voice: "How can Li Si be your friend, and you actually cheat him like this?" ”

The sword that Han Muye was referring to was clearly a broken sword.

With such a sword in hand, it is difficult to even practice swordsmanship, let alone use it against the enemy.

You must know that after the disciples choose the saber, they need to complete some cultivation tasks.

If you go out with such a sword, you may be cut off when you are an enemy.

"Hehe, Han Wuxie, you think about the opportunity to lead the sword too simply." A young disciple with a jade belt around his waist walked over and reached out to lift the long sword that Han Muye was pointing at.

The body of this unsheathed long sword is mottled, and there are gaps in many positions, and the rust on it is densely corroded, and the cloud patterns of the sword body can no longer be seen.

Shaking the sword off slightly, the young man shook his head, then put the sword back in its place.

"I'll tell you how the rumored chance came about."

"There may be good quality swords among the standard sword weapons, but they have long been marked by the disciples who have accepted the sword weapons, and they will give these sword weapons to the person who leads the sword alone after receiving the benefits or being greeted by a certain senior."

"When we started, who had a special identity, who was the reincarnation of a senior, who was talented, who was worth a lot, you didn't know when you were a sect?"

"Among these standard sword weapons, you can't have any leaks to pick up."

The young man's words made the surrounding group of disciples nod, and many of them showed disappointment on their faces, turning their heads to look at the pile of broken sword weapons.

The system can't be picked up, so what about these broken sword weapons?

The young man who spoke saw everyone's thoughts and shook his head: "Don't even think about these broken swords. ”

"Not to mention those who are qualified to enter the sword pool, the swords of other predecessors will be inspected layer by layer, but anything that has something will be hidden."

"These are all sword weapons that have been touched many times."

The young man chuckled, pointed to those sword weapons, and looked at Han Muye again: "Speaking of sword weapons, they can already afford them." ”

These remnant swords are placed here, and there is no longer any meaning.

The group of sword-leading disciples looked at each other, with a wry smile on their faces, and turned their heads to look at those standard sword weapons.

As for Han Muye, in their opinion, he was just a stupid boy who tried to get a chance in vain.

"Han Wuxie, you leave them alone." Li Si took a deep breath and looked at the long sword that Han Muye had chosen.

"You think I'm thinking about it, too?" Han Muye looked at Li Si.

With a solemn look on his face, he reached out to grasp a sword weapon that was not only badly corroded, but also had broken blades.

Pictures appeared in Han Muye's mind.

"At the age of thirteen, he practiced swords, at the age of eighteen he became the elite of his peers in the sword pool, and at the age of thirty-six, he went down the mountain to garrison, and after 3,000 battles and countless killings."

"One hundred and sixty-five years old, holding a sword and competing with Xuan Qin, he was defeated and died of serious injuries."

"Sun Ji is a real swordsman."

Putting down the sword in his hand, Han Muye held another one.

The sword was even more broken, and there was a deep crack on the spine.

"Fang Yuanzi, a disciple of the fifty-ninth generation of Sword Pool."

"After three hundred and eighty years of practice, he died at the end of his life, and he fought with people three hundred and sixty-four times with the sword weapon in his hand."

"The strongest time was to fight with the three bandits in the Heavenly Realm, the sword weapon was almost broken, and he was seriously injured, and he couldn't practice an inch from then on."

……

Every time Han Muye held a sword, he stroked the rust texture on it with his palm, and muttered to himself in a low voice.

Li Si showed surprise on his face and stared at Han Muye.

How do you see these messages?

Han Muye turned his head and looked at Li Si: "Each of these sword weapons is the life of a swordsman. ”

"They are not stories, they are the light that supports the bright light of the Tiger Spirit Realm."

Standing up, Han Muye casually picked up a remnant sword, turned around and walked out of the lobby.

Li Si, who was standing in place, was silent for a long time before holding the long sword that Han Muye was pointing to.

"Okay, every sword is a light."

"From now on, you are my light."

When he grasped the sword in his hand, Li Si seemed to feel a force surging into his body from this remnant sword.

……

Han Muye returned to the grass house, and Liu Jun was already waiting for him.

"According to your request from the Innocent Patriarch, our Sword Pool disciples have searched the battlefield for 30,000 miles."

"In our Tiger Spirit Realm, there are more than 3,600 eligible people in total, but," Liu Jun paused, and said in a low voice: "There is no induction that the ancestor said. ”

Han Muye asked Jian Chi to quietly look for Mu Wan in those 30,000 miles battlefield.

It's a pity that it may be that Jian Chi's strength is not enough, or it is really not among the people in the Tiger Spirit Realm, but this time there is no trace of Mu Wan's divine soul reincarnation.

Han Muye nodded and said in a low voice, "Wait until I go and find it myself." ”

"The disciples and others are also with the patriarch." Liu Jun hurriedly spoke.

Although Han Muye's strength has recovered a lot now, in the eyes of Liu Jun and the other Sword Pool Elders, it is still a lot worse.

Without the combat power of the Immortal Realm, it is not easy to come back to the 30,000-mile battlefield to find people.

"No, you don't." Han Muye waved his hand and looked out of the grass house, "Have any disciples gone over there to carry out a mission recently?" I'm with them. ”

"You are more likely to be besieged if you go."

There will naturally be inductions between the strong.

The elders in the sword pool will definitely attract those strong people to besiege the battlefield of 30,000 miles.

Liu Jun's face froze, so he had to nod helplessly.

"In half a month, there will be a team of disciples to the battlefield to reinforce and bring some supplies by the way."

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Zhao Minghe is a disciple of Jianchi Jiantang, who has practiced for thirty years and cultivated to a half-step heavenly realm.

As an elite of his generation, he has carried out dozens of missions to the battlefields of the two realms.

However, if you don't go to the Heavenly Realm, you are not qualified to stay on the battlefield of those two realms for a long time, let alone go to the battlefield to fight.

Without Heavenly Realm cultivation, it would be impossible to survive on such a battlefield.

This time, as the leader of the delivery of supplies, he accepted a team that surprised him.

Unconsciously, he turned his head to look at the chariot behind him.

There were a total of eighteen disciples, each riding a Feiyun horse, and only three Jianlu disciples were riding on the frame.

These three Sword Lu disciples were obviously escorting a piece of combat equipment to the battlefield of the Two Realms.

Only Zhao Minghe knew that the order he had received was that if he was attacked, all the disciples would do their best to protect the disciple of the Sword Lu named Han Wuxie.

According to the elders who gave him orders, it was for all to be spared.

"Your lives can be left behind, your swords can be broken, but you can't let anyone hurt Han Wuxian before you die."

The elder who said this had a solemn expression.

The whole convoy moved forward, and the atmosphere was a little dull.

Those Sword Hall disciples behind Zhao Minghe were all the strongest existences among their peers.

Although they don't meet much on weekdays, they have more or less heard of each other's reputations.

This mission, after they came out of the sword pool, they already felt a trace of strangeness.

This makes everyone more cautious.

The convoy ran non-stop for three days, and there was no repair for 20,000 miles.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the front should be Donggu City at the junction of Tiantang and the East China Sea, let's enter the city to repair it, and then cross the boundary of the East China Sea and enter the battlefield of the two realms."

Zhao Minghe turned his head to look at the people behind him, and then looked at the frame.

In the frame, a middle-aged man with gray hair poked his head out and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Minghe, you arrange." ”

Zhao Minghe nodded and led the convoy into the city.

This gray-haired middle-aged man is a peer of Zhao Minghe, who practices in Jianlu.

Zhao Minghe had seen this before.

It was during a siege of the Ling Long Realm infiltrating the powerhouse.

This senior brother is very strong.

so strong that until now, Zhao Minghe didn't dare to look at it directly.

The city of Donggu is a hundred miles in circumference, and it is a big city in the East China Sea.

Although Mochu perished, there were still forces in the East China Sea, and Donggu City, as a place adjacent to the remnants of Mochu, naturally gathered many Mochu powerhouses.

At the same time, it is also a big trading city, with a lot of resources from the East China Sea into Tiantang.

Entering Donggu City, Zhao Minghe and the others had already changed their clothes, and even hid their long swords.

In this way, to outsiders, they look more like ordinary caravanserais.

This is also the reason why the elders of the sect chose Zhao Minghe as the leader of the caravan.

Most of the other Sword Pool disciples were arrogant, and it was difficult for them to hide their swords and enter the city.

These disciples were eager to put their swords above their heads and let everyone know that they were Sword Pool disciples.

Entering the city in casual clothes and living in an ordinary inn, who would have thought that the dignified Sword Pool disciple would be so low-key?

"Three senior brothers, there are my sword pool seniors stationed in Donggu City, I don't know if you want to visit?"

When everything was settled, Zhao Minghe looked at Han Muye and them.

The three disciples of the Sword Mansion, in addition to Han Muye, there is also a middle-aged Gu Chengming with white hair, and another Guo Lang who has a light breath and does not have the slightest appearance of sword cultivation.

Hearing Zhao Minghe's question, Guo Lang and Gu Chengming both turned their heads to look at Han Muye.

When they came out of the sword pool, the elder had already confessed, and the task of the two of them this time was to protect Han Wuxie's safety.

Although I don't know why, since it is a task, they will naturally do their best to do it well.

"You can report it, and forget about the visit." Han Muye shook his head and said softly.

Reporting is the proper procedure, when the disciples of Jianchi come, they must let the town guards of Donggu City know, in case something happens, the rescue can also be in time.

Zhao Minghe arranged for people to report, while the others seized the time to rest, preparing to deal with the interception that they might encounter after leaving Tiantang.

The territory of Tiantang is okay, and when you leave Tiantang, it will not be so peaceful.

"Senior Brother Minghe, Senior Uncle Yunting who is stationed in Donggu City will let us go."

"He said that he had heard of the name of the senior brother, and there was a banquet in the city today."

The disciple who went to report came back and sent an invitation to Zhao Minghe.

Opening the invitation, Zhao Minghe showed a trace of hesitation on his face.

If this kind of gathering was in the past, he would naturally go there gladly, after all, it was arranged by a sect senior.

But now the task is different, and it is best not to mix without mixing.

"Senior Brother Nullah, please help me reply-"

Before Zhao Minghe finished speaking, a voice had already sounded: "Since it is arranged by the seniors stationed there, it is natural that you can't refuse." ”

"Let's go to the feast."

Zhao Minghe turned his head to see that Han Muye had already sorted out his clothes, and then walked out of the inn.

His words made Guo Lang and Gu Chengming smile on their faces.

Donggu City is naturally still the land of Tiantang, and the yamen and military guards in the city are all responsible for Tiantang.

The disciples of Jianchi who guarded this place were stationed in Yongmingtang in the west of the city.

When Han Muye and the others arrived, they saw that there were all kinds of chariots and horses parked in front of Yongming Hall.

A middle-aged man in a black robe stepped forward quickly and bowed his hand to Han Muye.

"Senior brothers, Senior Uncle Yunting invited you this time, but there is a competition arrangement."

Fight arrangement.

There was a caravan from the side of Mochu in the East China Sea to visit the Jianchi seniors stationed here.

Yongmingtang set up a banquet here, and I didn't want several junior disciples in the Mochu caravan to want to compete with the juniors of Jianchi.

Originally, the Yunting Dao people didn't care.

The disciples of Jianchi are never afraid of anything to learn.

But after the two battles, the Yunting Daoist already had a gloomy face.

The other party was clearly deliberately challenged, and the two Mo Chu juniors who shot were extremely strong and vicious.

The two Sword Pool disciples who were fighting each other were both seriously injured.

For a while, there was no character in the city who clashed with Mo Chu's peers.

This made the Yunting Dao people very faceless.

At this time, Zhao Minghe sent someone to report.

Yunting Daoist had indeed heard of Zhao Minghe's name before, so he was invited to fight.

Hearing the words of the black-robed disciple, Zhao Minghe and the others glanced at each other.

"Okay, then I'll go to fight."

Zhao Minghe nodded and spoke in a deep voice.

This kind of scene is not for showmanship, but to maintain the face of Jianchi.

Hearing Zhao Minghe's promise, the disciple looked happy and led them into Yongming Hall quickly.

Passing through several squares, a banquet has been set up in the lobby at the back.

Zhao Minghe and the others stepped forward, with an extraordinary bearing on their bodies, which immediately attracted a lot of attention.

Han Muye did not report their identities, only Zhao Minghe stepped forward and bowed to the white-bearded old man who was sitting upright, and reported his origin.

"Disciple Zhao Minghe pays a visit to Uncle Yunting."

Yun Ting is a disciple of the fifty-ninth generation of Sword Pool, and his own cultivation has become a half-step immortal realm.

Guarding one side, a half-step immortal is enough.

Hearing Zhao Minghe's words, Yunting Daoist nodded, raised his hand and motioned for Zhao Minghe and them to take the seat.

When everyone sat down, many Sword Pool disciples came to toast.

The wine and spirit fruit placed on the long table were good, and Han Muye took the time to taste a few sips.

"Senior Yunting, this Senior Brother Zhao Minghe Zhao is the Sword Pool Elite you are waiting for, right?"

A voice rang out in the lobby.

Everyone looked up at a nun in a long blue dress in front of them.

The female cultivator's gaze fell on Zhao Minghe, and her eyes flashed with essence.

"This Senior Brother Zhao, you can drink the wine later, the little sister wants to have a fight with the senior brother, I don't know if the senior brother dares to fight?"

Straightforward challenge.

The entire lobby fell silent.

The previous two Sword Pool disciples were defeated, which made it difficult for the Sword Pool cultivators.

At this time, the challenge, to take or not to answer?

Zhao Minghe nodded, lifted the wine jug, and poured a glass of wine in front of him.

"Then let's talk first, and then drink."

He flicked his hand, and the glass full of wine spun around.

His man had flown up, his sword unsheathed.

"If you don't lose the cup, even if I lose."

It's late, it's late, count it in.