Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Wang Jintai's uncle, Wang Minghe, is the boss of Xuanling Sword Sect who guards the entire wasteland.

Wang Jintai guards Qingyun Town by himself, and the resources collected are enough to practice.

For him, after three or five hundred years, stepping into the Hall of Immortals of the Xuanling Sword Sect, which only humans can enter in the fairyland, there is no problem at all.

And he was willing to write a letter of recommendation to Han Muye, and instructed Han Muye to use the income from the black gold mine to manage his up and down, because he valued Han Muye's cultivation and combat power.

This is the same reason that Zhao Chen is optimistic about Han Muye and invests in advance.

Practitioners can't just look at the present, but in the long-term.

Three to five hundred years is just a snap of a finger.

"Brother Wang said yes." Han Muye nodded.

Han Muye's temperament is quite aloof.

No matter what Wang Jintai's reasons were, whether he wrote a letter of recommendation or asked him to manage it, it was considered a gesture of caring and showing favor, and Han Muye would not refuse.

It is said that the vast majority of the smugglers caught in the wasteland in recent years have been taken to the Bitter Immortal Domain for mining, and a few unlucky ones were also beheaded.

Han Muye was so nourished as soon as he arrived in the Immortal Realm, mainly because he gave himself the status of a disciple of the Xuanling Sword Sect.

The Immortal Realm and the God Realm have been looking for him, the Immortal Venerable Disciple, for five million years. At present, it is safe for him to be a disciple of the Xuanling Sword Sect.

The Wujin Mine was indeed rich, and the ore finally mined was loaded with twenty carts.

These black gold mines, which have not been smelted and purified, take up a lot of space and are extremely heavy. If they are loaded by flying boats, it will probably cost a lot.

On the contrary, it is cheaper to use a horse-drawn carriage of monster flames and escort it with a low-level immortal cultivator.

As for putting it in a storage bag and flying directly for thousands of miles to trade everywhere, according to what Zhao Chen said, is it worth it?

The fairyland space is stable, and the storage space is also suppressed.

A storage bag that can hold so many such heavy spiritual materials is inherently valuable, and only a great cultivator is qualified to have it.

A great cultivator packs these things in a carry-on storage bag, and then travels thousands of miles to deliver the transaction. It's okay, just pay a million yuan.

In fact, it is the same whether it is the immortal world or the mortal world of practice. Business houses and low-level practitioners still take the path of a large number of people.

Really high-level powerhouses, they don't care much about foreign things, and they are always with them.

The world of a great monk is different from that of a low-level cultivator.

Three days later, together with the five carts purchased by Jujin Commercial Bank, a total of twenty-five carts slowly left Qingyun Town under the guard of a hundred immortal cultivators.

Han Muye, Zhao Chen and others also rode the flaming horse and left together.

The flame horse can travel 30,000 miles a day and carry a load of 100,000 catties.

Outside Qingyun Town, Wang Jintai stood in front of Qingshi Avenue, watching the convoy go away.

Behind him, stood Zhang Yunji and others.

"If my eyesight is not bad, Junior Brother Han will definitely soar to the sky."

As the convoy walked away, Wang Jintai looked back at Zhang Yunji.

"Yunji, if you don't understand anything about your practice, you can ask me."

Zhang Yunji was shocked, his face showed joy, he bowed and said, "This disciple understands."

This is the benefit of making friends with Uncle Han!

Because he has been close to Han Muye these days, he is now valued by Wang Jintai.

In the future, if Han Muye has a chance to sit on one side, or if he has enough power in the Xuanling Sword Sect, Zhang Yunji will have more chances.

The eyes of the other Xuanling Sword Sect disciples around him showed envy.

In Qingyun Town, Wang Jintai is heaven.

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The Fuliao wasteland is vast and endless, and all kinds of monsters are mixed.

Just after leaving Qingyun Town for thousands of miles, the caravan had already killed seven or eight monsters.

These low-intelligence monsters are of average strength, and they only rush in following the induction of the power of immortal energy. As a result, they are naturally stripped.

Immortal cultivators are not very interested in appetite, but it is not impossible.

For example, the steaming soup at this time, in which blood and demonic energy are gurgling, eating a bowl is no different from swallowing a tonic medicine pill.

The Tao of the Immortal Realm and the Tao of Refining are not prosperous, and there are not many people who have deep attainments in these two Taos.

First, there are enough resources. Many immortal medicines can be directly swallowed to improve their cultivation, and many spiritual materials can be refined into weapons.

Second, low-level immortal cultivators are not valued, and major sects will not pour resources into these people.

The resources of Dan Dao and Qi Dao are all in the hands of the big forces.

"Brother Han, the scattered fire city we are going to now is a big city on the Fuliao wasteland that mainly focuses on refining."

"Ore from various places will be transported there, and then smelted into spiritual materials suitable for refining into magic weapons."

Scattered Fire City is about 300,000 miles away from Qingyun Town, which is not too far. At the speed of the flame horse, it can be reached in about ten days.

It is precisely because of this that Han Muye will travel with the caravan.

After the Wujin ore was delivered to Scattered Fire City, Han Muye would directly use the teleportation array to go directly to Yunlu City.

It was not difficult for Han Muye to fly 80 million miles across the Fuliao Wasteland, but outsiders dared not.

Without the peak of the sky, who would dare to cross the wasteland alone?

Han Muye chose to teleport to Scattered Fire City because he didn't want to attract too much attention.

Zhao Chen's original itinerary was to transfer to a few more guard cities, but in order to go to Yunlu City with Han Muye, he changed his original plan.

Du Sanzhen and the others gathered around, while meditating and adjusting their breath, they looked around vigilantly.

Among the twenty carts of black gold ore, the ownership of one cart belongs to Han Muye, and Du Sanzhen and the others are responsible for protecting this cart of ore.

Don't look at the twenty trucks mined at Nawu Gold Mine. With so much mining, Wang Jintai and Han Muye can only split half of them, each with five trucks.

Ninety percent of the remaining ten carts of ore must be turned over to the Xuanling Sword Sect.

There is also a carload of proceeds used to manage all parties, Zhang Yunji and his disciples have to share some soup.

Han Muye sold four of the carts to Zhao Chen just like Wang Jintai, and exchanged eight million immortal spirit stones.

A carload of ore is worth two million fairy stones.

When it is transported to Sanhuo City, it can add another 30% profit.

Han Muye didn't care about the 30% profit, he was somewhat interested in the smelting of scattered fire city.

Eight million Immortal Spirit Stones is already a huge sum of money, and it is absolutely impossible for ordinary Celestial Immortal cultivators to pay.

Han Muye had a background in the Xuanling Sword Sect, so Wang Jintai shared the ores equally with him.

If it is an ordinary foreign sect immortal cultivator, it would be good to give away hundreds of thousands of immortal spirit stones.

The Immortal Realm is the immortal realm controlled by the sects, and the resources are not mined by anyone who wants to mine.

As the caravan moved forward, they encountered monsters and some scattered immortal cultivators along the way.

If the monsters don't come to intrude, neither will the caravan guards.

As for the scattered immortal cultivators, some would follow the caravan and hurry together, while others would leave quietly.

"The danger on the wasteland is not only these monsters, but also people." Zhao Chen rode on a black flame horse, looked at the three immortal cultivators who flew away, and said in a deep voice.

"The three brothers of the Lu family, each of whom has the second-level cultivation of the Heavenly Realm Nascent Soul, have a bad reputation on the wasteland business road." A middle-aged man in half armor behind Zhao Chen revealed murderous intent.

The life of the low-level immortal cultivator is not easy.

Struggling with various tasks every day, you will fall if you are not careful.

Han Muye looked forward with a smile on his face.

"boom--"

The three brothers walked fast and retreated fast.

A group of black riders rushed in like a tide, chasing the three figures and rewinding.

In front of the caravan, two middle-aged guards in half armor looked at each other and ran out: "The Jujin Merchant Caravan is here, those who come to stop—"

A golden banner was torn open, with the word "Jin" on it.

On the large golden characters, there is a trace of fairy light.

This flag is still a treasure.

The streamers flickered, protecting the convoy behind.

A power to appease the soul fell on the flaming horses pulling the cart, making these fiery flaming horses quiet.

"It's a wasteland thief." The white-bearded old man behind Zhao Chen narrowed his eyes.

In the wasteland, it is inevitable to do no business.

Wasteland Pirates is one of them.

"It's only 20,000 miles away from Qingyun Town, so there are such bandits?" Han Muye said softly, his expression unchanged.

Hearing his words, Zhao Chen shook his head and said helplessly, "Big Brother Han, the big sect won't care about this."

As long as it doesn't hurt the interests of the big sects, be it monsters or bandits, they're nothing but whetstones.

Han Muye, as a high-ranking person, has already seen this through.

When he left the Yuantian Star Territory, didn't he also arrange the invasion of the Spirit Armor Monster Race as a training for the cultivation world?

The golden banner was unfurled, and the three Lu family brothers who were flying away gave a slight pause.

But the violent aura behind them collided, and the three of them looked at each other with murderous intent floating on their bodies.

If you don't rush, you will be smashed by the force gathered by the army of thieves in the wasteland behind.

"Get out of the way—"

The leader of the Lu family drank violently, his body suddenly appeared immortal, and his Nascent Soul came out of his body, holding a long black war gun in his hand, and rushed directly to the banner in front of him.

The eyes of the white-bearded old man behind Zhao Chen flickered.

Zhao Chen's expression was relaxed, and his fingers on the saddle moved gently.

"boom--"

The long spear slammed into the faint light curtain, and a golden banner was gathered, wrapping the long spear.

The head of the Lu family, who was holding a long spear, changed greatly, and wanted to let go, but found that he couldn't let go at all.

"Hurry up!" He shouted, and several talismans flew out from his body, blasting towards the front.

The two Lu brothers in the rear also shot at the same time, smashing down with a long knife and a fan.

But in front of them, three caravan guards rushed out and formed a formation to block them.

"Bam—"

The talisman around the boss of the Lu family exploded, but it was unable to hurt the Jujin Banner. The long spear was already wrapped in the banner, and the halo on it vibrated and was about to break.

The head of the Lu family was pale, but he couldn't let go of his hands. His blood and immortal energy were quickly drawn by the banner.

"Hooho-"

The black armored cavalry rushed to the front, and the army stood a thousand feet away.

"Jujin Commercial Firm?"

"Haha, the old rule, keep 30% of the wealth, and the convoy will go."

A tall and strong middle-aged man in black armor with a big sword in his hand smiled, glanced at the convoy, and then stared at the big flag that was hanging the spear of Boss Lu.

Behind him, a group of figures gathered.

Thirty percent, the old rule.

Caravan walking is about peace and prosperity.

Handing over 30% of the income is basically no profit, but it is better than losing your life.

Beside Zhao Chen, several guards with solemn breath turned their heads slightly and looked at Zhao Chen.

If it wasn't for the leader of the young master, the caravan might have bargained and finally handed over about 20% of the goods, and it's over.

But today is the leader of the Shaodong family, so I don't know if they will pay.

"Thirty percent is too much, a million fairy spirit stones." Zhao Chen raised his head and said lightly, "Since you say the rules, then follow the rules."

The voice fell, and he raised his hand a little.

"Bam—"

The Jujin banner in front directly twisted Boss Lu's spear, and then rolled back to wrap his entire body.

Boss Lu is also in the heaven, but he can be wrapped by the banner, but even Nascent Soul can't escape, and his body turns to withered bones.

This change only happened in an instant. The expressions of the other two members of the Lu family changed dramatically. They turned around and were about to flee. Two long golden arrows from the caravan shot out and pinned them down.

The white-bearded old man who followed Zhao Chen slowly put away his long bow, showing indifference on his face.

One bow and two arrows, killing two heavenly realms.

The three brothers of the Lu family, who had crossed the business road, were overhauled in the realm of heaven, but they died here in an instant.

After killing three people, the longbow in the hands of the white-bearded old man was drawn again.

The wasteland thieves thousands of feet away were in a panic. The leading black armored man had a solemn expression, raised the sword in his hand, and the blue-black immortal energy on his body condensed into the appearance of a ten-zhang black bear.

Beside him, several heavenly wasteland thieves also connected qi and blood with fairy light.

The longbow of the white-bearded old man put a lot of pressure on them.

"Bam—"

The longbow shot out a golden arrow, which was inserted five hundred feet away.

The long arrow slammed into the ground three feet, leaving five feet to shake.

"Ben Shaodong's rules, to get this million immortal spirit stones, you need to come to me alive." Zhao Chen raised his hand, and threw a storage bag on the ground in front of the flaming horse.

provocative!

This is a challenge to wasteland thieves!

With a word from Zhao Chen, the original panic of the wasteland thief turned into anger.

The big sword in the hand of the big sword-wielding man in front slowly raised it and pointed at Zhao Chen.

"It turned out to be the young owner of Jujin Trading Company."

"That's not just three percent."

With an arrogant look on his face, he raised his hand lightly, and the jet-black war cavalry he stepped out galloped out.

"After arresting you, Lao Tzu will take 30 million from the Gold Gathering Firm to redeem his life!"

"boom--"

The black war cavalry gathered, took the big man in black armor as the arrow's front, turned into a triangular cone, and rushed out a hundred feet in an instant.

Behind Zhao Chen, more than a dozen guards rushed out, lined up in a formation of three or three, waiting for him.

The big bow in the hands of the white-bearded old man turned into a semi-circle, and one of the long golden arrows revealed a dazzling aura.

The immortal cultivators recruited from Qingyun Town all kept their positions and protected their bodies with weapons.

Du Sanzhen surrounded the cart they were about to protect, and his eyes fell on the front.

When they saw Han Muye sitting upright, he didn't seem to care about the black armored bandits coming like a torrent.

Zhao Chen turned his head slightly and glanced at Han Muye.

In the past, it was also the rule for him to meet bandits, but he would not be as directly provocative as today.

It really took out a million fairy stones.

This time, he needs to show his strength.

No matter whether it is a transaction or a cooperation, it requires equal strength.

Han Muye's power to survive the calamity on the Yunqi Swamp has already been demonstrated. Now, Zhao Chen needs to let Han Muye see that Zhao Chen, Jujin Commercial Firm, is qualified to call him "Big Brother Han".

"Bam—"

The long arrow shot out from the hand of the white-bearded old man.

In front, the golden banner instantly dissipated, turning into a golden streamer attached to the long arrow that was shot, penetrating the void, and shooting at the black armored cavalry that was flying ahead.

"Good archery."

Han Muye spoke lightly.

Zhao Chen chuckled lightly.

"boom--"

The long arrow flew over five hundred feet and collided with the arrow transformed by the black armored cavalry.

A golden light penetrated the battle formation.