Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Sure enough, it was for the White Tiger Scroll.

Han Muye guessed that Zhao Pu would care about this.

"Brother Zhao—"

Just as Han Muye was about to speak, Zhao Pu turned to look at him, his eyes were bright, how could he be half drunk?

"I wandered around in the Yanfa Building and practiced low-level body training exercises. I just wanted to understand the cultivation method and break through the confusion."

"No one in Sanshizhai is more eager to comprehend the secrets in the Hundred Tigers Picture than me."

Staring into Han Muye's eyes, Zhao Pu's voice revealed a hint of suppressed emotion.

"I'm Senior Brother Sanshizhai."

There is no one who values ​​the inheritance of Sanshizhai more than Zhao Pu.

Han Muye could understand his feelings very well.

Nodding lightly, Han Muye said in a low voice, "Senior Brother Zhao, I can give you the white tiger picture scroll."

In his opinion, the preciousness of the White Tiger Scroll, apart from its own lethality, is more about the method of condensing the sword energy and sword potential on it.

After comprehending these two points, the value of the Hundred Tiger Diagram itself is only the level of a few sword intents.

What Han Muye does not lack is Sword Intent.

Zhao Pu was slightly taken aback by his words.

Staring at Han Muye, Zhao Pu said solemnly, "Really?"

Han Muye smiled and was about to turn around to get the white tiger picture scroll.

"Brother Han, you are fine." Suddenly, Zhao Pu let out a long laugh.

He waved his hand with an open-minded smile on his face: "No matter how precious the white tiger picture is, I, Zhao Pu, won't be so cheeky to ask for it."

"What the master gave you, that's yours."

Speaking of this, his expression changed to sincerity, and he whispered: "Brother Han, you know, Master wants to find someone who can understand the white tiger picture scroll and entrust me with the inheritance of Sanshizhai."

"It was a pity that Senior Brother Lin had such a good understanding back then."

"Actually, I had the idea of ​​introducing you to Sanshizhai from the moment you realized the Tie Niu Jin exercise."

Raising his head, Zhao Pu's sturdy body became even more majestic.

"Who called me Senior Brother Sanshizhai?"

"No matter who it is, as long as I can get the inheritance of the master, I am happy."

"Master has been injured for these years, and his cultivation base is unable to advance an inch. He can only describe the white tiger picture every day, but he can't find anyone who can understand the inheritance. I look at it, and my heart is not happy."

He reached out and patted Han Muye's shoulder.

"You understand it well, but don't let down the master's heart."

After speaking, he turned around and strode forward.

At this time, the pace was firm, and the appearance when he was drunk was gone.

Severely injured, unable to advance in cultivation, want to find an inheritor?

Uncle Tuoba is really hiding deep enough...

Han Muye shook his head and shouted from behind Zhao Pu, "Brother Zhao, do you really want the White Tiger painting scroll? I've almost realized it."

Comprehend almost!

Zhao Pu staggered under his feet and almost fell.

He turned around slowly, his eyes fell on Han Muye's face, and he said, "What you said is true?"

Han Muye nodded.

No way, my understanding is too good.

"Senior Brother Zhao, the white tiger picture scroll is of no use to me, shall I give it to you?"

Han Muye also had a sincere expression.

Zhao Pu has a good personality and is worth making friends with.

"Or, by the way, let me tell you the real way of comprehending this white tiger scroll—"

Before Han Muye finished speaking, Zhao Pu raised his hand and said, "Don't!"

He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, turned and walked away.

"Special grandma, I will go back to visualize, I don't believe it, the difference in understanding between people is so big..."

Is this stimulated?

Han Muye smiled and said, "Senior Brother Zhao, you haven't taken the picture scroll yet."

At the corner of the mountain road, Zhao Pu's dull voice came: "Master has painted a picture of a white tiger in three months, and there are many such things in Sanshizhai."

Han Muye froze there.

day.

It wasn't until Zhao Pu was far away that Han Muye turned around and walked towards the sword pavilion.

I thought I had got a wonderful treasure, but it turned out to be a rubbish thing.

Before reaching the stone steps, Lin Shen stood there holding the big sword.

"That, Brother Han," Lin Shen's face flashed a tangle, and then he whispered, "Can you help my little sister take a look too?"

During dinner just now, Huang Laoliu asked Han Muye and Zhao Pu to help Lu Qingping get a good ranking.

Lin Shen wanted to speak, but finally fell silent.

He could ask Han Muye.

But I don't want to ask Zhao Pu.

He has his pride.

Han Muye smiled and nodded, "Teacher Lin, don't worry, isn't your sister my sister?"

"I'll go to the party venue tomorrow to see the bottom of those sect elites."

Anyway, helping one person is helping, and helping two is also helping.

Smooth water.

An excited look flashed on Lin Shen's face, and he nodded heavily.

Some words don't need to be said.

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Back in the quiet room, Han Muye took out the pill stove that had not been touched for several days.

Today, I forgot to bring some elixir from Bai Suzhen. At this time, there are not many elixir that can refine Yunqi Pill.

A faint sword energy condensed in the palm of his hand, and then the sword energy in the sea of ​​air slowly flowed out, surrounding the pill furnace.

Blindly elixir is put into the pill furnace in a specific order.

In the pill furnace, the fragrance of medicine rose.

Han Muye's movements were orderly.

A total of only three furnaces of pills were refined, and fifteen top-quality cloud qi pills were obtained.

Han Muye discovered that Sword Intent concocts pills, and Sword Intent quenches the impurities in the spirit medicine, making the medicine pure, so that every pot can produce the best quality.

It is only by using the sword intent that can be condensed by the strong in the realm to refine the medicinal pills of the Qi condensing stage. If this kind of thing is known to the orthodox sword cultivator, will he vomit blood?

After refining the medicinal herbs and restraining the sword intent, Han Muye looked at the pill furnace in front of him.

After so many refining pills, the pill furnace in his hand was full of cracks.

Sword Intent is good for alchemy, but it is a bit of a waste furnace.

I don't know if Bai Suzhen still has a good pill furnace, so I'll go to another one next time.

Putting away the pill furnace, he spread out his hand, and in the palm of his hand were three top-grade cloud qi pills.

A top-grade pill worth five thousand spirit stones.

Yun Qi Dan entered his abdomen, and the surging medicinal power turned into aura that traveled through his meridians.

If the meridians had not been condensed and scoured countless times by the sword qi, this surging and extremely thick spiritual qi would have burst his meridians.

The aura of the three top-grade cloud qi pills poured into his dantian, and Han Muye's face turned red.

A tearing pain blooms.

Mo Yuan once told Han Muye that the happiest thing for a cultivator is the fullness of spiritual energy in his dantian.

Continue to fill the compressed aura, and at the same time expand the dantian, increase the concentration of aura.

"Do you know why those second-generation cultivators are all cultivated at a young age?"

When Mo Yuan asked this sentence, there was an indescribable indignation on his face.

"When they first practiced, there was no shortage of spiritual energy, spiritual stones, and medicinal pills."

"Our low-level disciples can't even fill the dantian with the little spiritual stone salary. Those of them who are second-generation cultivators enjoy the fullness of the dantian tearing every day."

"It's really starving to death, bloated to death."

Han Muye, who was sitting cross-legged, was a little curious. If Mo Yuan knew that he was practicing in the way he resented, what would he think?

Although Han Muye also despised the cultivation method of the second generation of Xiu, he felt that if there was no use of spirit stones and medicinal pills, that would be a fool.

"Om-"

With a faint shock, his dantian expanded a little.

Reiki cultivation is the third level of the Peiyuan period, the peak.

Body training is the third level of cultivating Yuan.

Kendo practice is very strong.

He felt that the sword qi he could bear was a little more.

The loss of life essence has also been reduced by a little bit.

The power that can be controlled is one more point.

Practical.

...

Early the next morning, Han Muye specially put on the new clothes that Huang Laoliu had picked up yesterday.

"Hey, this appearance really didn't lose the face of my sword pavilion watcher." Huang Laoliu muttered, then waved his hand: "Go, go, I'll watch here."

Han Muye walked out of the sword pavilion door with a smile.

"Boom-"

In the distance, the bell came, and the noise started.

The sect gathering has begun.

Han Muye was not in a hurry and walked slowly towards the venue.

This kind of gathering, the previous hour was probably filled with the speeches of various chiefs of Yong, and it was a headache to listen to.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly froze and looked up.

"boom--"

A flash of lightning exploded.

"The first game, Sanyuan Daomen Zuo Yunsheng——"

Loud shouts spread.

so direct?

Shaking his head, Han Muye quickened his pace.

"It seems that I am superficial."

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