Max-Level Comprehension – Sixty Years of Sword Watch

2022-03-10

Chapter 66: Sword Condensation Art .

Old Six Huang’s inheritance from Sword Pavilion Elder.

Raising Sword Art is not as good as Raising Sword Art.

But this is also Sword Pavilion inheritance, an existence that can condense the sword of the hundred breaths Heaven Stage.

Inheritance like this is very precious.

It’s just a private inheritance, if found out, waiting for Old Six Huang’s guilt, I’m afraid it’s unimaginable.

Han Muye glanced at Old Six Huang, smiled and shook his head: “Sixth Brother, you want to become Sword Pavilion deacon, Sword Pavilion Elder, two high-grade Spirit Stones, you sold Sword. Condensation Art?”

In the mundane world, a penny beats a hero.

In the cultivation world, this truth remains.

Two high-grade Spirit Stones can never be earned for the low-grade cultivator of the overwhelming majority.

And those who can come up with two high-grade Spirit Stones have lost sight of this wealth.

“I didn’t sell Sword Condensation Art.” Old Six Huang looked at Han Muye solemnly, and then said: “I’m afraid this is not good enough.”

Not yet superior?

Han Muye frowned.

At this moment, Old Six Huang suddenly opened his mouth and said with a smug smile: “Your sixth sister-in-law has already said that you want me to accompany her back to Jinyang.”

Back to Jinyang? The hometown of Old Six Huang and Lu Qingping.

Lu Qingping is willing to accompany Old Six Huang to hermit?

She figured it out?

Han Muye> nods, with a smile on his face: “Sixth Brother, congratulations.”

After all, Clear Wind Temple betrayed the Nine Mysteries Sword Sect.

The wrinkles on Old Six Huang’s face were stretched out, and he seemed much younger.

“Then Sixth Brother, your Cultivation…” Han Muye asked in a low voice with some hesitation.

Old Six Huang was the one who rhetorically wanted to step into the Heaven Stage, even if it was the hundreds of breaths Heaven Stage.

“Cultivation, it’s good to follow the fate.”

“What Hundred breaths Heaven Stage is not as good as the hot kang head of the wife and child.”

Rubbing his chin, Old Six Huang’s toothless mouth grinned.

“When I and Pingmei go down the mountain, I will pass on the Sword Condensation Art to you.”

“Actually, even if I don’t pass it on to you, the Elder will pass it on to you. You are The most suitable person to run the Sword Pavilion.”

Reaching out to pat Han Muye on the shoulder, Old Six Huang turned back to the quiet room and took out a small cloth bag.

“I don’t think these spiritual medicines that increase the essence of life are needed. You keep them.”

These medicines were bought by Lu Qingping during the day. The root of Shuangling Bamboo was given to Han Muye by Tang Yunhao.

Han Muye wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, he accepted it.

These spiritual medicines are in the hands of Old Six Huang, not enough to make medicine pills.

And Han Muye himself has the main medicines from Bai Suzhen, and he can refining into a pill by looking for some more medicines.

At worst when the time comes Old Six Huang is a pill.

Seeing that Han Muye took the spiritual medicine, Old Six Huang laughed and went back to the quiet room.

Han Muye also returned to his quiet room, and then lay on the couch, somewhat absent-minded.

Old Six Huang is leaving Sword Pavilion and leaving Nine Mysteries Sword Sect.

On the first floor of the Sword Pavilion, I’m afraid he is the only one left.

It seems that Cultivation is a lonely journey after all.

On this road, some people fell and some people turned back.

Han Muye had a smile on his face.

Old Six Huang got what he wanted, and he was happy.

“It’s a pity that I came to this world without any worries…”

Han Muye whispered, his eyes fell on the White Tiger Chart scroll hanging on the opposite wall.

“No, I still have you…”

In his Qi Sea, one after another sword intent trembled slightly.

These sword intents seem to want to turn into sword qi, penetrate into his body, integrate into his dantian, and become part of his body.

Not only these sword intents, but outside the quiet room, the sword qi poured into the long swords on the first floor of the Sword Pavilion also seemed to sense Han Muye’s mood, making a faint tremor.

At this moment, Han Muye felt inexplicably relieved.

Cultivation, isn’t it just to have this feeling of peace of mind?

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Early in the morning, Han Muye went to the small courtyard to wash up and practice swordsmanship.

“Sixth Brother, slow down, be careful with your waist.” Han Muye jokingly laughed.

“Bah, Sixth Brother, my waist is fine.” Old Six Huang shouted and punched there, moving, and fighting with Han Muye’s intentional and invisible sword moves.

Han Muye long sword wields at will, have the words at hand of various sword moves learned before.

Although there is no Spiritual Qi infusion on the sword, there is an unspeakable mystery.

The long sword vibrated gently, Han Muye took a deep breath, and the sword edge pointed to the front.

In his mind, the image of White Tiger descending the mountain appeared on the wall of the quiet room.

In the small courtyard, the floating sword intent slowly condensed.

sword qi transforming into threads, like endless tiger hair in a picture scroll, every tiger hair is a sword qi.

As the sword qi condensed out like rain, it suddenly became cold in the small courtyard.

Old Six Huang, who was kicking his legs, gave a chill, and hurriedly wrapped his robes tightly.

Only Han Muye’s sword qi condensed and then collapsed into nothingness.

Holding a long sword, his brows frowned.

This sword qi can’t be condensed, because his Cultivation is not enough.

If he can cultivate a sword stance, he can condense sword qi in an instant.

Faintly muttered to oneself, he shot again.

Since the external sword qi is disobedient, then use the refined internal sword qi.

These sword qi are obedient, and can be reunited after being consumed.

Among the dantians, the scattered sword qi that had been wafting shook and rushed out along Han Muye’s meridian.

These sword qi were soft at first, but turned into coldness as soon as they emerged.

With the drive of Han Muye’s thoughts, the sword qi slowly solidified.

The length in feet.

Three inches.

The sword qi swayed and returned to Han Muye’s body.

The image of White Tiger in his mind also dissipated.

It seems that understanding and meeting are two different things.

Tuoba Cheng can condense one after another sword qi into tiger hair with a soft ink pen.

But Han Muye is hard to condense a tiger whip, not to mention condensing it into tiger hair.

With a full-level perception, I would like to be able to master the Cultivation method of the Earth Stage powerhouse like Tuoba Cheng, which is too natural.

Whether it is sword qi transforming into threads, or White Tiger sword stance, only Earth Stage powerhouse can master it.

“Sure enough, Cultivation is a tall tower built up step by step.”

Han Muye slowly retracted his sword and whispered.

Among his dantians, those sword qi were much more solid and agile than before.

However, his Spiritual Qi, which was originally filled with dantian, also lost most of it.

This is a stack of ten Top Grade Cloud Qi Pills.

“Condensing sword qi, condensing sword bone, condensing sword silk, they are all big eaters of Spiritual Qi.”

Han Muye’s eyes were bright.

This is the halo of the Spirit Stone.

When Old Six Huang turned back, he was slightly taken aback when he saw Han Muye’s gaze.

“Brother Han, what sword technique are you practicing, why do you look like a tiger trying to eat people?”

 …

Half a day in the morning, Sword No one came in the Pavilion.

In the square in front of the gate, Lin Shen was waving his sword, and the wind was fierce.

Lu Gao, who was guarding the door, was more careful and leaned against the door frame, making a low snoring sound.

Lin Shen is the salaried leader of the Inner Sect, no matter how noisy he is, he Lu Gao eats at Sword Pavilion, which is completely incomparable.

Afternoon.

“Sixth Brother is not going to see Sixth Sister-in-law today?”

Wiping the long sword in front of the wooden frame, Han Muye, who received the sword qi, asked curiously.

It is said that when the relationship is eager, it should not be like three autumns after one day. Today, Old Six Huang is sitting in front of the long case, and he is not in a hurry.

“Tomorrow’s sect party will start. Sister Ping has to get used to the sword in her hand, so don’t disturb it.”

Old Six Huang shook his head.

Speaking of this, he turned his head and looked towards Han Muye: “Brother Han, that sect party is wonderful, you must go and see it.”

“It is said that many sect young You can’t miss the female disciple, all of whom have extraordinary looks.”

Look at it?

Those female disciples watching the sect party?

Am I that kind of person?

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Really.

(End of this chapter)