Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 545 Building the city, no meat bamboo (12)

The Moruo family is under the command of Immortal Venerable Tongtian.

In the mortal world, the powerhouse who severely injured Guan Dongyun, the head of the Xuanling Sword Sect's Xuntian Temple, and finally fell, was Zhu Ling from the Moruo clan.

And Han Muye is the direct descendant of the Immortal Venerable, the young master who received the Immortal Venerable inheritance.

Naturally, the entire Moruo clan would worship Han Muye as their young master.

When Han Muye was planning a trip to the Immortal Realm, Zhu Ling informed him of the gathering place of the Moruo clan in the Immortal Realm, as well as various means of communication.

The Mora clan are good at changing and hiding.

However, the major forces have been wary of the Moruo family for a long time, and they will not have the opportunity to mingle with the high-level.

On the contrary, it is the small forces of various parties, and among many low-level cultivators, there are the figures of the Moruo clan.

In Yunlan Town, Han Muye had already sent a message to the Moruo clan through the secret method that Zhu Ling informed him.

Now, finally got a response.

"Xie Chaoyan of Yulu Commercial Bank in Luming City has met Young Master Han." Entering the attic was a middle-aged 40-year-old wearing a green robe with a respectful smile on his face.

Seeing Han Muye, the middle-aged man's eyes flickered with golden light, and then he lowered his head.

Han Muye waved his hand, Zhang Zhenbiao and the others exited the attic.

"Mr. Han, my Yulu Commercial Firm is very interested in your Yunlan Town, and I hope to cooperate with you in the future. You know, my Yulu Commercial Firm is one of the best in Luming City—"

Before Xie Chaoyan finished speaking, he stopped.

Between Han Muye's fingers standing in front of him, a pale golden rune slowly rotated.

In this rune, there is a trace of golden-black halo.

"I'm also very interested in the Moro family."

Han Muye's words changed Xie Chaoyan's expression, and the golden light in his eyes suddenly burst out, falling towards Han Muye as a hood.

The spirit attack method of the Mora clan.

This golden light has the power to shatter the soul of a semi-sage.

It was only this golden light that appeared, the golden talisman in Han Muye's hand had turned into a stream of light and appeared above his head.

The golden talisman rotates, revealing a dark light, like a dark bat, spreading four wings of light.

This appearance is clearly the wings behind Zhu Ling's back.

In the Moro clan, the number of wings is a symbol of identity and blood.

Most of the Mora tribe have no wings, but with a pair of wings, they are pure and noble bloodlines.

The two pairs of wings are already the royal family in the Moro clan, and they are the purest group of blood.

It is said that there are three pairs of wings, but it is only a legend among the Mora clan.

"Om-"

With the rune at the head, the expression on Xie Chaoyan's face changed, and finally turned into a submissive, and the golden light in his eyes also dissipated.

His original appearance of middle-aged forty began to change, and three lavender magic lines appeared on his forehead.

Among the wingless Moruo clansmen, there can be three heaven-penetrating magic patterns, which means that the cultivation base is at least the realm of human beings, immortals and gods, and the bloodline is already noble.

"Duanmu Taye of the Moruo clan has seen your honor." Xie Chaoyan is just a pseudonym of the human race, and the real name of the Moruo clan should be Duanmu Taye.

The golden talisman in Han Muye's hand represented the identity of Zhu Ling, a strong man of the Moruo clan with two pairs of wings.

Zhu Ling's status in the Moruo clan was extremely noble, and he was second only to the elders who suppressed and held the authority of the Moruo clan.

It was enough for Han Muye to borrow his identity.

As for the successor of Immortal Venerable, Young Master Moruo, it is better not to publicize it.

Zhu Ling told Han Muye that people's hearts would change, and after leaving the Immortal Realm for so long, Zhu Ling himself could not guarantee that the Moruo clan would still be so loyal.

"Duanmu treads the night." Han Muye nodded, took back the golden talisman, and the atmosphere in the attic returned to normal.

"In the future, the transaction between Luming City and Yunlan Town will be left to you."

Han Muye looked at Xie Chaoyan and said indifferently, "Is it okay?"

Xie Chaoyan hurriedly bowed and said, "This subordinate understands."

Han Muye does not need to be of great use to the existence of the Moruo clan.

As long as his sword is sharp enough, he can solve all problems.

"I want to be based in the Yunteng Wasteland, build a city on the wasteland, and go to the Bitter Immortal Realm."

Han Muye had a trace of solemn majesty on his body, which made Xie Chaoyan completely unable to look directly.

"I want you to send me all the information without fail."

intelligence.

Although Han Muye could obtain information through various swords, it was impossible for him to be as timely and comprehensive as the Moruo clan who roamed all over the Immortal Realm.

The biggest reason for recruiting the Moro clan this time is for information.

The Yunteng Wasteland is hundreds of millions of miles in radius, and there is also the vast and boundless Bitter Immortal Domain.

Without enough information, it is really impossible to move.

The Moruo clan is spread all over the Immortal Realm, and they control unimaginable information and resources.

"This subordinate will go back to collect information from all parties, and leave a tribe in Yunlan Town in the future." After a pause, Xie Chaoyan said solemnly: "In the future, this subordinate will sit in Yunlan Town in person."

Quite a smart guy.

When he went out, he saw Zhang Zhenbiao again, his enthusiastic appearance made Zhang Zhenbiao a little stunned.

Is this also my own?

With the addition of Yulu Commercial Bank behind Xie Chaoyan, the prosperity of the entire Yunlan Town has increased visibly to the naked eye.

In two months, eight large caravans arrived, three of which were stationed in Yunlan Town for one reason or another, and even announced that they would come often in the future.

The big caravan immediately attracted immortal cultivators from thousands of miles around.

Various transactions have caused the number of immortal cultivators in Yunlan Town to surge, and there are nearly 500,000 people in one fell swoop.

Coupled with the millions of green wolves wandering around, this town has become a small town.

"It's not easy to build a city on the wasteland." When Han Muye summoned Zhang Zhenbiao and Xie Chaoyan to discuss building a city, Xie Chaoyan, who often walked on the wasteland, spoke in a low voice.

"First, to build a city, you need countless resources. There is no shortage of soil and rocks in the wasteland, but the wood and various spiritual materials needed to build a city are not easy to collect."

This is telling the truth.

There are no decent forests in the wasteland, and you need to collect enough wood slowly.

Also, to build the city where the immortals live, of course, various formations must be laid out. The formation foundation of the formation requires a huge amount of spiritual materials, and it is not possible to gather them all at once.

"Also, after the city is built, an array master who is proficient in formation methods is needed to set up a city protection formation, which is also a big expense."

"Just an ordinary defensive formation will consume no less than a spiritual treasure."

Everyone knows the wear and tear of the formation.

In the immortal world, those true masters of formation are all in the hands of the big forces, and there are also strong formations in the wasteland, but it is rare that they can really set up a city defense formation.

Xie Chaoyan's words made Zuo Baichou and the others nodded slightly.

Zuo Baichou and Zhao Chen were born in Shang Dao, and they paid more attention to the exchange of gains and losses and interests.

A big city can accumulate resources countless times faster than a small town.

But the resources it takes to build a big city can be a headache.

"You don't have to worry about the materials and resources for building the city. I have already planned on setting up the formation."

Han Muye waved his hand and looked at everyone: "What I need you to do now is to spread the news that I want to build a city."

It's that simple?

Zhao Chen was still a little confused until he walked out of the attic.

"Brother Han wants to use his own resources to build the city?"

"This kind of wear and tear is probably not too small for him, right?"

Although he didn't know what kind of net worth Han Muye had, the cost of building a city would definitely make Dongxu Tianxian go bankrupt.

"Is there any other way to build a city on the wasteland?" Zuo Baichou, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped and turned to look at Xie Chaoyan.

Xie Chaoyan was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes."

There is another way to build a city on the wasteland.

In the attic, Han Muye's eyes fell on the light curtain in front of him.

The light curtain reflected a map of 100,000 miles and 200,000 miles around Yunlan Town, which was densely packed and full of light spots.

"There is another way to build a city on the wasteland," Han Muye pointed his finger at the nearest light spot in Yunlan Town on the light curtain: "Grab it."

grab.

This is the most direct and quickest way.

Han Muye moved and walked out of the attic.

"Senior Brother Zhang Zhenbiao, gather the disciples, and after a quarter of an hour, we will rush to Zhulin Town."

Han Muye's voice came.

A look of joy flashed across Zhang Zhenbiao's face, and nodded, "I understand."

Zuo Baichou and the others looked at each other.

really.

What Xie Chaoyan said just now was to rob.

A quarter of an hour later, a hundred-zhang flying boat floated into the air and flew away in the northeast direction.

The speed of this flying boat is not very fast, and it was only three hours before it crossed 30,000 miles and stopped in front of a town similar to Yunlan Town.

This town is not as prosperous as the current Yunlan Town.

"Bamboo Forest Town is similar to the original Yunlan Town, there is no actual controller." On the deck, a Taoist named Chuan Qian came.

He was a strong person in Yunlan Town back then, with a semi-sacred peak cultivation base. Before Han Muye didn't control Yunlan Town, he was considered a master in Yunlan Town.

Daoists from Chuanqian knew the situation around Yunlan Town very well.

"Senior Brother Han, are you going to go in directly?" Zhang Zhenbiao, who retracted the boat and stepped off the deck, was surging with sword intent.

The last time he went straight into Yunlan Town, he and the sword cultivators behind him had a good fight.

"I'll go take a look with Daoist Chuanqian first."

Han Muye's gaze fell on the mottled attic, and said softly, "It's a pity that it was broken."

This made everyone behind him grin.

Also, these will be moved to Yunlan Town in the future and become part of Yunlan Town.

Daoist Chuanqian led Han Muye into the town, which looked a little cold.

Normally, Yunlan Town had already attracted the surrounding immortal cultivators. There are naturally fewer people in other places.

Daoist Chuanqian also had several acquaintances in Zhulin Town. When he led Han Muye to find it, these immortal cultivators in the semi-sage and saint realm were a little surprised.

They all thought that Daoist Chuanqian had been beheaded.

Daoist Chuan Qian stepped forward and muttered a few words in a low voice, and the expressions on the faces of the four immortal cultivators changed.

"Master Han, we recognize your strength, but if you want me to merge Zhulin Town into Yunlan Town, we can't be the master."

An immortal cultivator with a long blue-grey beard who looked a little old bowed his hands to Han Muye.

"There is a bamboo forest in the northwest of the town. This bamboo forest is the origin of the town, and within the bamboo forest is the real controller of this town."

As the closest town to Yunlan Town, Zhulin Town of course knows about the changes in Yunlan Town.

Han Muye slaughtered the celestial monster, and the blue wolf head is still hanging on the city wall of Yunlan Town.

Now that Han Muye came to Zhulin Town in person, of course he couldn't stop him.

But as the old man said, Zhulin Town still has the real controller behind it.

In fact, it is not control. Bamboo Forest Town itself is built on that piece of bamboo forest.

The strong man hidden in the bamboo forest doesn't care about the town's affairs.

But to demolish this town and transport it all to Yunlan Town, I am afraid that the strong man will need to nod.

Han Muye raised his head and looked towards the northwest of Zhulin Town, with a deep halo in his eyes: "Then I will visit this senior."

The voice fell, and he had already flew up.

"boom--"

The sword light appeared, and a hundred-zhang sword light headed towards the green bamboo forest ten miles away.

This bamboo forest is not big, it only covers an area of ​​one mile in total, and there is a wall of green tiles and white walls to block it.

Han Muye's sword evoked the sound of wind and thunder, as if the wind was torn apart.

Everyone in the town looked up and saw that the sword light had changed color.

"This is the arrival of the Sword Immortal Powerhouse!"

"Going straight to the bamboo forest, do you know that there are strong people living in seclusion in the bamboo forest?"

"Perhaps, this is the enemy of this reclusive powerhouse?"

It's none of their business, there are many more immortal cultivators watching the fun than those who really care about the cause.

For countless years, I have only heard that there are strong people living in seclusion in the bamboo forest, but I have never really seen a shot.

Many people are also curious, whether this strong man in the bamboo forest can resist the magnificent sword in the sky.

"Om-"

When the long sword flew overhead, the bamboo forest vibrated, causing a vortex of immortal energy to turn into a blue vortex.

"The formation, no, it should be the gathering of the power of the soul." Han Muye's eyes fell on the bamboo forest, and he saw the halo rising from the bamboo forest, blocking the long sword layer by layer.

The sword light collided with the blue fairy light, and the long sword, which could kill the supreme peak with one blow, stopped at the top of a swaying bamboo forest.

In the bamboo forest, it seems that every green bamboo is shaking, and there are fairy lights intertwined on every bamboo leaf.

"Good trick."

Han Muye, who came with the sword, spoke lightly.

Raising his hand, the sword shadow of Baizhang dissipated, leaving only a long sword in his palm.

"Good swordsmanship."

In the bamboo forest in front, an old voice sounded, and then the bamboo forest shook, and a straight path appeared out of thin air.

The power of space is also mixed with a trace of divine soul power.

Even, there are arrays.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes and stared straight ahead.

"Fellow Daoist, let's talk." The old voice sounded again.

Han Muye stepped out one step, landed on the bluestone path, and walked straight towards the deep bamboo forest.

Tree-lined trail, winding path leads to seclusion.

The pale golden bamboo poles, the green bamboo leaves, and the green bamboo by the trail are extremely elegant.

Han Muye walked into the depths of the bamboo forest. In front of a stone table, an old man wearing a green Taoist robe did not look up, but just pointed his finger on the chessboard on the stone table in front of him.

"Little friend, let's talk about a game?" The old man smiled and placed a dark chess piece on the chessboard.

Han Muye walked to the stone table and his eyes fell on the chessboard.

On the criss-crossing golden lines, there is a halo that makes people fascinated.

Han Muye didn't go to get the chess piece, but the long sword in his hand slashed down, and the stone table shattered in response.

The black chess piece was split in half by the long sword, and then shattered into a black and white halo that enveloped Han Muye.

"I would rather eat without meat than live without bamboo."

A black and white halo shrouded, Han Muye pointed the sword slowly forward.

"Fleshless bamboo grows on the condition that it devours souls and souls. The ten thousand bamboo poles here may have devoured millions of souls, right?"

"I dug your roots, and I'll see how many bones are buried in the ground."