Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Taoist Chang Yao looked gloomy and kept whispering.

The sixteen hunters are all his confidantes, who have been cultivated by him for hundreds of years.

These people are the foundation for him to return to the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty in the future.

Unexpectedly, a simple mission cost most of his subordinates.

"Golden Crow, Hanshan tribe, and more," Taoist Chang Yao narrowed his eyes, with murderous intent emerging from his body, "Lutang Black Leopard Clan."

If it wasn't for the news from the Lutang Black Leopards, he would not have sent his men to Hanshan.

This time, half of his losses will be attributed to the Lutang Black Panthers.

It's just that now he is not sure whose hands his subordinates fell into.

Within a radius of 100,000 miles, there were not many people who could completely kill the hunter team he had trained.

Putting away all the broken crystals in front of him, Taoist Chang Yao's expression turned calm.

"There won't be any rumors about this matter, just wait."

With a whisper, he stood up.

Going deep into the various tribes, he has honed his incomparable caution.

If he doesn't find out what happened to Han Shanbu, he will never make another move.

Taking down a golden disc from the wooden cabinet behind him, Taoist Chang Yao had a solemn expression on his face.

"Om—"

A divine light fell from the palm and hit the disk.

The disc oscillated and rotated, and then a faint cyan beam of light emerged.

"Huyueling Hunting Captain Chang Yao has met the Commander." Bowing to the beam of light, Chang Yao said in a deep voice.

"Captain Chang Yao? What's the matter?" A voice came from the beam of light.

Chang Yao hurriedly told about the fall of his subordinates, and then told his guess.

There was a moment of silence in the beam of light, and a voice rang out: "The commander will send a few strong men, and you will collect all the news of the Golden Crow tribe within a million miles of Huyueling."

"His Majesty has recently issued a mission to exterminate the Jinwu Clan, and the rewards and rewards are extremely generous."

This made Chang Yao happy.

The reason why he accepted the garrison mission at Huyue Ridge was because of the generous rewards for killing the Golden Crow.

I didn't expect that there was a reward now, so it was even more worth the risk.

Among the Golden Crow tribe with a radius of a million miles, there are quite a few strong ones.

But since the Commander-in-Chief said that he wanted to arrange for strong people to come, even if he was not a master of the true spirit realm, he would be a strong person at the eighth or even ninth level of Yuanling.

Such a strong person, coupled with the human skills and armor, and the blessing of the power of heaven, can deal with even facing the true spirit.

Putting away the gold plate, Taoist Chang Yao took a deep breath and walked down the small building.

"The shopkeeper." Several guys in green robes came up to him.

Here in Huyueling, the restaurant business run by Taoist Chang Yao is very good.

The cooking skills of the human race are superb, and Taoist Chang Yao is also a well-known master of this cooking.

"Go ahead and collect all kinds of ingredients."

"Tell those waiting diners that Pindao is going to study a medicinal diet that enhances the strength of the body's qi and blood, and see which family group has a banquet, and Pindao needs to help."

The medicated diet of Taoist Changyao in Dingbolou is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

However, some large ethnic groups will invite Taoist Chang Yao to attend important banquets and cook medicinal meals by themselves.

That was a very solemn thing.

Several staff members hurriedly turned around to prepare, Chang Yao Taoist looked at the bustling Huyueling with a smile on his face.

As a human race, the Great Wilderness race is nothing but barbarians.

Few of these groups are intelligent.

...

Han Muye's flying sword fell a hundred miles away from Huyue Ridge.

Flying all the way, he encountered some tyrannical monsters who tried to intercept him, including the cloud-winged bird on the ninth floor of Yuanling, which was fast and powerful, chasing him and trying to shoot him down.

Han Muye had no choice but to turn around and fight this silly bird.

The sword light flickered, and after fighting for half an hour, the cloud-winged bird dropped a few long feathers and fled desperately.

When Han Muye walked up to Huyue Ridge dragging four long black and white feathers, many merchants of various races surrounded him.

"People from the Golden Crow tribe?"

"Brother, can these cloud-winged bird feathers be changed?"

"The long feathers of the cloud-winged bird are still not weak, which is not good."

The halos flowed on these long feathers, and they were not ordinary at first glance.

To be able to defeat such a powerful cloud-winged bird and pull out its long feathers, one must have at least the cultivation base of the seventh level of Yuanling.

The young man of the Jinwu tribe in front of him didn't look like he could defeat the cloud-winged bird.

"I picked this up halfway, is it very valuable?"

Han Muye looked around and said with a smile, "Then I want to exchange for some thousand-year-old Yulin grass."

Hearing that Han Muye said he picked it up, envious eyes filled the surroundings.

Can such treasures be picked up?

He also heard that he was going to exchange for the Millennium Yulin Grass. Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads.

The Millennium Yulin Grass is also a rare treasure, and it is collected by many merchants.

Watching the crowd disperse, Han Muye couldn't help feeling that the people of all ethnic groups in the Great Wilderness were honest and simple, and they didn't even know how to ask for a lot of money to pay back the money.

There is no thousand-year-old Yulin grass, and five-hundred-year-old ones will do.

Shaking his head, dragging the cloud-winged bird feathers, he walked to a shop with a big face.

The so-called shops are just stone houses built with big blue stones and decorated with bricks and wood, which are much more exquisite than those stone houses in Hanshan.

When Han Muye came out of the shop, he already had a bag around his waist, and the black cloth bag contained one hundred and twenty blood beads the size of soybeans.

This blood bead is very similar to the Tianyuan Pearl, but the power in it is much more mellow.

It looks a bit like a bloodline bead, but it's not the kind of bead transformed by pure bloodline power.

This red bead called Desolate Bead is the currency of various races in the Great Desolation.

This thing is condensed from the blood power of the Great Wilderness Clan, and only some big clans can condense it.

The Jinwu tribe also has the means to condense the desolate pearls, but that is controlled by the big tribe.

One hundred and twenty waste pearls, according to the shopkeeper, has been their shop's income for more than half a year.

After walking out of the shop, Han Muye glanced over, and landed on the small wooden building on the second floor not far away.

The wooden building is also relatively rough.

But in front of all the stone houses, it stands out from the crowd.

This is the Dingbo Building where Taoist Chang Yao lived.

Han Muye's eyes fell on the second floor of the wooden building, where a thin Taoist in a pale yellow Taoist robe happened to be looking at him.

It was looking at the Golden Crow tattoo on his forehead.

The Taoist smiled and nodded towards Han Muye.

Han Muye also nodded, turned around, and walked to a shop not far away with a sign of elixir.

Watching Han Muye leave, Taoist Chang Yao's complexion gradually turned cold.

"Golden Crows are rarely seen in Huyueling."

"Is this person related to the fall of those hunters?"

As soon as he raised his hand, he attracted a long-eared middle-aged man in a black robe, and then whispered a few words.

The middle-aged man nodded and went downstairs.

Han Muye went to several pharmacies, and replaced all the pills he was carrying with desolate pearls.

After a trip, there were three more cloth bags around the waist, each of which contained more than a hundred wild beads.

This is because he doesn't have a good elixir in his hand, and the grade of the refined elixir is really not enough.

Otherwise, there will be a lot more waste beads in exchange.

The shops that received the pills were all curious about the pills in Han Muye's hands, and made an appointment with him to deliver the pills.

A member of the Luotu clan who is familiar with Dan Dao wants to communicate with Han Muye.

It's just that Han Muye obviously felt that this person's alchemy level was half-baked, so he simply dealt with it and left.

What's the meaning of talking about chicken and duck?

With the desolate pearl, Han Muye walked around the Huyue Mountain to buy the elixir for alchemy, the elixir materials needed for crafting, and the materials needed by the clansmen of various races.

It was just over two months before the patriarch's succession ceremony, and Han Muye directly spent nearly a hundred wild pearls to buy all the melons, fruits, wines and drinks needed for the ceremony.

If a hundred desolate pearls were exchanged for ordinary supplies, it would be enough for the tribesmen of the Hanshan tribe to live for more than half a year.

After spending a lot of waste on his body, Han Muye hired Yunma people who are good at driving carts, drove five carts, and sent all the supplies to Hanshan.

The Yunma tribe has always accepted this kind of business, within a radius of 100,000 li, it can be reached in ten days.

Han Muye did not go with the convoy, but walked towards Dingbolou.

The purpose of his coming to Huyueling was to exchange for supplies only incidentally.

"Golden Crow's Alchemy Master, it's really rare to see." Just before the Dingbolou, Taoist Chang Yao has already come up to welcome him.

Behind him stood the middle-aged man with long ears.

Han Muye was not surprised that Taoist Chang Yao called him the alchemy master of the Golden Crow tribe. Just now when he was exchanging elixirs in various elixir shops, he had seen the figure of the long-eared man.

"Master Chang Yao of Dingbolou, I have heard that there is this culinary master in Huyueling, so Han will naturally come." Han Muye said calmly, and said lightly.

"Han?" A gleam flashed in Chang Yao's eyes, he nodded and said, "It just so happens that Pindao has made a new dish that enhances qi and blood, and Xiaoyou Han comes to try it."

While talking, Taoist Chang Yao stretched out his hand and gently reached for Han Muye's arm.

Han Muye calmly let him hold his arm.

A faint force of Yuan Ling penetrated into Han Muye's body.

If Han Muye's cultivation had not reached the eighth level of Yuanling, and he knew a lot about the human race's skills, he would not have been able to notice this weak power.

The faint power of the primordial spirit wandered around his body, and then quietly dissipated.

Taoist Chang Yao kept smiling.

Yuan Ling's five-level cultivation base has awakened a trace of Golden Crow's blood, and this junior of the Golden Crow tribe in front of him is not extraordinary, but it is far from amazing.

After capturing this son later, I just happened to ask about Han Shanbu.

He didn't know that the power of Yuan Ling just now had exposed everything about him to Han Muye.

The spirit of Yuanling is at the seventh level, and the cultivation method is more feminine.

The weapon he is good at using is a long whip. He has practiced for 50,000 years, and his realm is stable, no matter how difficult it is to improve.

Perhaps this is the reason why Taoist Chang Yao came here.

Going deep into the land of various races in the wilderness is not something that most human races are willing to do.

As Taoist Chang Yao walked into Dingbolou, every small wooden table was full of diners.

The food here is obviously more exquisite than other places, and many people drink while tasting the food.

Taoist Chang Yao arranged a secluded place for Han Muye, and prepared dishes with a smile.

But after a while, the waiter brought up several plates of delicious dishes, as well as a jug of wine.

Han Muye was not too polite, took the wooden chopsticks that the waiter handed over, and began to feast on them.

It tastes really good.

Not far away, Taoist Chang Yao chuckled, turned and walked up to the second floor.

After waiting for a moment, he raised his hand, and a cyan streamer flashed in his palm.

Han Muye who was sitting downstairs was startled, stood up slowly, and slowly walked up to the second floor.

The clerk at the stairway was not surprised, he stretched out his hand to support Han Muye, and walked up to the second floor.

On the second floor, Taoist Chang Yao waved his hands to let the guy leave, then laughed, looked at Han Muye and said, "Tell me, what's your name."

"Han Muye." Han Muye's voice was calm, and there seemed to be no light in his eyes.

"Han Muye." Taoist Chang Yao repeated, and then said: "What is your status in the Hanshan Department?"

"The young patriarch of the Hanshan tribe." Han Muye still answered without hesitation.

Chang Yao was taken aback, looked at Han Muye again, frowned and asked, "Has anything happened in the Hanshan Department recently?"

"You mean the fall of those sixteen human hunters?" Han Muye asked.

"That's right." After Chang Yao answered a sentence, his whole body trembled and his eyes widened.

People controlled by their own secret methods can only answer, never ask questions!

He raised his head to meet Han Muye's eyes, and was completely stunned.

At this time, Han Muye, how could there be any trace of blankness in his eyes?

In the deep eyes, a golden divine light flashed, revealing endless killing intent.

"Golden Crow's bloodline is awakened!"

Taoist Chang Yao let out a low cry, and reached out to touch the golden ribbon wrapped around his waist.

Only when he raised his hand, he felt a chill all over his body, and his left rib hurt.

In Han Muye's hand, a short sword was slowly drawn out, and there were drops of blood on the edge of the sword.

"I want to tell you that those sixteen hunters were all beheaded by me."

Shaking off the blood drops on the dagger, Han Muye spoke lightly.

After all, the Great Wilderness is different from the later generations.

The power of heaven and earth in the wilderness is too strong, suppressing the spiritual sense of all living beings to the limit.

A strong man at the seventh level of Yuanling would be assassinated with one blow if he was unguarded.

This is impossible in later generations.

In later generations, not to mention the powerhouses who are equivalent to the seventh level of Yuanling, even those who practice in the realm, there are many ways to defend.

But for Han Muye, the fate of Taoist Chang Yao was sealed at this point.

One-hit assassination, but it took less effort.

Raising his hand, Han Muye grabbed Taoist Chang Yao's body that was about to fall.

But after a while, he had collected a lot of things on the second floor and carried them around in a cloth bag.

The gold plate that was obviously used for summons.

A cloth bag in a hidden compartment, containing more than 800 wild beads.

Two pieces of jade slips, among them are the cultivation methods of the human race.

There are two jade bottles, which contain some good-grade pills, which are used for healing and cultivation.

There are also a few pieces of rather precious spiritual materials, and a long knife with a golden streamer.

Undoing the golden long whip tied around Taoist Chang Yao's waist, and tied up the cloth bag, Han Muye carried it downstairs and walked away under the somewhat surprised eyes of the doorman.

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Two months passed in a hurry.

The ethnic groups around the Hanshan tribe all know the news of the succession ceremony of the Hanshan tribe chief.

Hu Qiang and the white-tailed fox department behind him have visited many times in the past two months.

The value of Han Muye's elixir made Hu Qiang and the chief of the White-tailed Fox Clan unable to sit still.

Hu Lian, the patriarch of the White-tailed Fox Clan, personally visited Han Muye in the Hanshan tribe and reached a deal with him on the pill.

When Han Muye returned from Huyueling, he brought enough elixirs to refine many good quality elixirs.

The white-tailed fox tribe is also willing to do their best to help Han Muye collect the elixir.

In the past two months, the White-tailed Fox Clan has earned money that was hard to come by in the previous ten years just by selling the elixir refined by Han Muye.

But the Tanling Black Bear Clan is more profitable than the White-tailed Fox Clan.

Ciyuan, the patriarch of the Black Bear Clan in Tanling, now directly moved to Hanshan, and he wanted to worship the patriarch of the Hanshan tribe as his master.

The Tanling Black Bear Clan has a fire-controlling furnace arranged by Han Muye, which consumes less than half of the raw ore for smelting, and the quality of the smelted spiritual materials is extremely high.

Recently, the Tanling Black Bear Clan has piled up a mountain of raw ore from various groups.

This annoyed the Qinglu Clan, but there was nothing they could do.

Eight thousand miles away from Han Mountain, in a mountain depression, Han Muye, Han Chaohu and Han Dingyi sat around.

Beside him, Feng Zhen, the patriarch of the Black Flood Dragon Clan in black robe, and two other strong men of the Black Flood Flood Dragon Clan in black armor.

On the other side, there were two big men with black wolf patterns on their heads, and an old man with a thin figure and a blue light in his eyes.

"Woo--"

Heihu's low cry came from the front, and Han Jin, who was wearing a black robe, bent over and ran beside Heihu.

"Young Patriarch, Patriarch, Seniors." Han Jin bowed his hands to everyone, his expression much calmer.

In the past two months, the members of the Jinwu Hanshan tribe followed Han Muye to practice the re-derived exercises, and they also had various pills and openly supplied meat, and their cultivation and combat power increased extremely quickly.

Han Jin has now stepped into the realm of the five-layer primordial spirit, and has awakened a trace of blood power.

Such progress was unimaginable before.

This also made him die-hardly loyal to Han Muye.

"Young patriarch, those human races are already hundreds of miles away."

Under the eyes of everyone, Han Jin reported in a low voice.

Human Hunter.

This is the reason why Han Muye gathered the strong people from the surrounding ethnic groups here today.

Fengzhen of the Black Flood Dragon Clan has a good relationship with the Hanshan tribe, so Han Muye went to visit them in person and invited the hunters of the Siege tribe.

Han Muye invited both the Black Wolf Clan and the Flame-Eyed Snake Clan strongman, and each paid 20 wild beads as a reward, to besiege the hunters of the clan together.

In particular, the old man named Qi Yunliang of the Yanyan Snake Clan is the patriarch of the Yanyan Snake Clan thousands of miles away. His cultivation is at the seventh level of Yuanling, and he has awakened the blood of the clan and is extremely powerful in battle.

"Hmph, the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty's human race has always oppressed my various races in the Great Wilderness, and it has even harmed the Golden Crow Race in every possible way." Feng Zhen snorted coldly, with murderous intent on his face.

The other strong men also looked dignified.

Although most of the hunters of the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty usually only hunted the Golden Crow, but the dead fox was sad. As a group in the wilderness, watching the Jinwu being exterminated was also heartbreaking.

"Seniors, Mr. Han will give you all the gains from this shot."

"Please don't hold back, so as not to cause future trouble."

Han Muye cupped his hands towards several people, and then the faint shadow of the golden crow emerged from behind.

Everyone nodded, and the phantoms of different spirits behind them caused the power of the surrounding world to surge.

"kill!"

Han Muye let out a low shout, and the phantom of the Golden Crow of the Great Sun was attracted, and the energy and blood on his body turned into a golden battle armor, flying away.

In his hand, he held a golden battle gun with a bang.

Han Chaohu followed behind him, the phantom of the Yuan Ling behind him had a faint blue color and a golden light.

He also had a long spear in his hand, and his whole body was dark red, as if burning with flames.

As the elder of the Jinwu Hanshan tribe, Han Chaohu, who has been cultivated at the sixth level of Yuanling, has received more guidance and help from Han Muye.

In two months, not only did he stabilize his cultivation, he also awakened a lot of bloodline strength, and he even received a spear with three divine patterns from Han Muye, which directly multiplied his combat power several times.

The three members of the Black Flood Dragon Clan looked at each other and activated the power of Yuan Ling, one purple, two green, and three black dragon phantoms emerged and walked across the sky.

The rest of the people followed quickly.

The black tiger growled lowly, with excitement showing in his eyes.

Han Jin, who was following behind the black tiger, clenched the long-handled wooden sword in his hand and walked quickly.

"boom--"

Ahead, there was a roaring sound.

The young patriarch has already fought those human hunters!

Han Jin gritted his teeth, his eyes seemed to burst into flames, and his blood was boiling.

As a Golden Crow, he has his own pride.

But for so many years, the self-family group has been in decline, and countless people have been hunted down by the human race.

Today, if you can follow the young patriarch to intercept these hunters, what if you die in battle?

He roared and rushed forward, feeling a red flame rising from his body.

Blessed by the divine flame power of the Great Sun Golden Crow!

This is the favor of the power of the great sun in the sky.

If it was in the past, Han Jin might have roared in surprise if he could get the blessing of the Great Sun Golden Crow's power, but at this time he didn't feel it at all, and rushed to the battlefield with all his strength.

"kill!"

With a roar, he swung his long-handled wooden sword and slashed with the sword skills taught by the young patriarch.

You can't do your best, you must have the power to maneuver.

You can't die with a sword, you have to experience the changes in the opponent's strength.

When the sword stabs out, one must follow the sword, and one cannot stop under one's feet.

Blood was splashed, and Han Jin seemed to have stepped into the land of no one, feeling the flow of the long sword.

A human hunter around him rammed into his long sword and threw his life away.

Several strong men from other races turned their heads and looked at Han Jin.

Han Jin's cultivation base is not high, but the fighting talent displayed at this time can be invincible in the crowd.

"The fighting talent is excellent, and the swordsmanship is extraordinary." Behind Feng Zhen, a strong man of the Black Flood Dragon clan wielding a black long knife said in a deep voice.

At this time, Han Jin's fighting power was not inferior to him.

Han Jin is only at the fifth level Yuanling realm, which is a big realm behind him.

Several other people also nodded.

Feng Zhen's eyes fell in the distance, where the young patriarch of the Hanshan tribe was fighting with several strong human races.

Because there is a mountain, and the battle situation cannot be seen.

But the constant roaring and cracking sounds clearly indicated that the battle over there was fierce.

There is also the surging and intertwining of the power of heaven and earth in the surrounding void, which can also make people feel the tyranny of the people fighting over there.

There are at least two human hunters from the seventh floor of Yuanling.

This team of hunters was even stronger than they had guessed before.

"Kill." Feng Zhen shouted, brandishing the long knife in his hand, the light of the knife spanned ten feet, and cut the body of a Taoist in green robe to pieces.

The blue eyes of Qi Yunliang, the old man of the Flame-eyed Snake Clan, flashed a blue light, and the halo of light made the human Qi Refiner in gray robe in front of him startled, and the streamer of light gathered in his hands dispersed.

"Boom—"

Qi Yunliang raised his hand and punched the opponent flying.

"Om—"

Above the mountains in the distance, a golden flame rose.

Sure enough, the awakening of the Golden Crow's bloodline!

Everyone looked up, only to see a phantom of a ten-foot golden crow spreading its wings, shining golden light.

A ball of dark golden flame spewed out from the Golden Crow's mouth.

"Boom—"

The landslides and the ground cracked, and the flames flew.

Half of the mountain collapsed directly!

This is the power of the Golden Crow's bloodline!

In everyone's eyes, Han Muye, who was holding a spear and wearing a golden battle armor, looked up to the sky and screamed.

His body was covered with the light of the purple primordial spirit.

Purple!

Everyone was dumbfounded, staring at the faint purple halo.

At the eighth level of Yuanling, the Golden Crow bloodline is awakened!