Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The vast wilderness has always been sparsely populated, and the land where living creatures live is less than one hundred percent.

There are more than a dozen ethnic groups scattered in the area of ​​100,000 li outside the Jinwu Han Mountain.

Some of these Great Wilderness ethnic groups have as many as 30,000 to 50,000 people, while others, like the Hanshan tribe, only have a few hundred people.

But the strength of the Great Wilderness does not depend on the number of ethnic groups, but on the realm and combat power of the strongest.

A strong person can suppress the peace of one group of people.

Within a radius of 100,000 li, Fengzhen, the head of the strongest Heijiao tribe in Fengze Lake, is at the seventh level of Yuanling.

Hundreds of thousands of years ago, Fengzhen had fought against the previous generation's patriarch of the Jinwu Hanshan tribe, and they were undefeated.

At that time, the head of the Jinwu Hanshan tribe at the peak of the sixth level Yuanling was already able to run wild for a radius of one hundred thousand miles.

Back then, the Jinwu Hanshan tribe had also flourished.

It's a pity that the strength of the previous patriarch was much weaker. Although he had also stepped into the peak of the sixth level of Yuanling, he had not awakened enough power of the Golden Crow bloodline, and his combat power was no longer the match of Fengzhen from the Black Jiao clan.

Fengze Lake was sent out two thousand years ago.

For so many years, Jin Wu Han Shanbu has nothing to give away.

If we retreat any further, the last living place of the clansmen will be gone.

This is also the reason why the two elders of the black leopard clan in Lutang came here today and did not retreat.

Seeing the blue golden crow phantom behind Han Muye vibrating the power of heaven and earth, the four strongest members of the clan were all excited.

Now, the young patriarch actually has a seven-level primordial spirit cultivation base, and has awakened the Golden Crow bloodline. Isn't this going to suppress a hundred thousand li radius!

Jinwu Hanshanbu is about to rise!

"This is, this is the way of heaven, it is the spirit of the Haotian Golden Crow that does not abandon me, the Golden Crow Hanshanbu..." Han Chaohu whispered with his face flushed and his whole body trembling.

The other three couldn't help but growl, and Han Dingyi sang an ancient song with a faint voice.

Han Muye could understand their feelings.

For the Golden Crow clan with endless glory, the awakened bloodline and the suppression of Wanfang, this is the pride engraved in the bones.

For so many years, the Hanshan Department has been really difficult.

After the excitement, Han Yunhe's complexion slowly turned serious.

Others calmed down and sat down to discuss how to deal with other ethnic groups.

"The Black Leopard Clan in Lutang is a serious problem." Han Ding looked at Han Muye, and said in a deep voice, "Over the years, many of our clan members were seriously injured in fighting with them, and eventually died."

"Our medicine fields and forests are also occupied by them the most."

Han Yuncheng on the side also gritted his teeth and clenched his fist.

The enmity between the tribe and the Lutang Black Leopard Clan can be traced back tens of thousands of years ago. Since the fall of the previous Jinwu Hanshan tribe chief, the Black Leopard Clan has been oppressing.

Han Chaohu and Han Yunhe also looked at Han Muye expectantly.

They didn't know about Han Muye's cultivation before, and they planned to persuade Han Muye to leave the Han Mountain Division.

Now knowing that Han Muye's cultivation has reached an unimaginable level, what is there to be afraid of?

Revenge for revenge, revenge for resentment!

Han Muye nodded, and looked at the few people: "Well, three months later, our Hanshan tribe will hold a patriarchal succession ceremony, and we will pay back all the enmity with the surrounding tribes at that time."

With the strength to suppress one side, he is not prepared to wrong himself.

But for the time being, the first thing to do is not to settle the enmity with all parties, but to improve the strength of Jin Wu Han Shanbu.

Han Yunhe and the others left the hall, while Han Muye reached out and opened the heavy parchment scroll in front of him.

This is a record of all the messages of the entire Hanshan Department.

From the cultivation and strength of the members of the clan, to some supplies in the warehouse, and the amount of food, they are all recorded in detail.

In today's Hanshan tribe, there are no more than 20 people in the third level of Yuanling, and the most promising ones are Han Jin and several other young people.

The food stored in the clan is not much, only enough for more than two months.

There is a serious shortage of meat that can supplement and enhance the power of qi and blood.

Many old and frail clansmen have deducted their rations to give food to young people.

The weapon in the warehouse is only a longbow, which was left by the previous patriarch.

After closing the sheepskin book, Han Muye raised his hand, and took out the severed spear in the hand of the Black Panther clan powerhouse that he had broken earlier.

A cyan wooden stick with a spear tip on the front.

A force of Qi and blood penetrated into the broken gun, and a familiar memory image flashed in his mind.

Even in the Great Desolate Ruins Realm, his golden finger still exists.

This gave Han Muye a little more peace of mind.

There are not many memories in Broken Gun.

It was forged from the refining field of Xuanling Fairy Kingdom, and then sold to various places in the boundless wilderness through merchant groups.

This kind of extremely low-end weapon of the human race is a rare treasure among all races in the wilderness.

In the wilderness, the level of refining equipment is extremely simple, ordinary equipment and real equipment.

All the tools used by the powerful true spirits, and the engravings of the true spirit and god patterns under the Nine Dao are all mortal weapons.

On top of the Nine Dao Divine Patterns, the treasure of the real spirit powerhouse's royal envoy is the real weapon.

Han Muye felt it for a while, this broken spear has no spirituality, only three simple marks.

It is also strong in that it is extremely strong and the material is good.

Looking at the spiritual material for forging the spear point, Han Muye felt a little pain in his flesh.

The precious Qingyang cold iron of later generations, the material used to make Lingbao, turned out to be this ordinary weapon.

Holding the broken gun, Han Muye shook his head lightly, feeling emotional from the bottom of his heart.

After all, it is a wilderness.

This broken spear is made in a simple way, and there are only three true spirit patterns in it, but the strength of this spear is not comparable to the low-grade spirit treasures of later generations.

This is an ordinary weapon sold to tribes all over the wasteland.

How powerful are those treasures that are exclusively used by the strong?

No wonder the human race can rise in the wilderness.

How could the human race, who possessed the means to refine powerful weapons, not rise?

"Wanhua Immortal Dynasty."

The Xuanling Immortal Kingdom, which has risen by alchemy and refining tools, is already like this. How powerful will the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty, which is blessed with the power of heaven and suppresses the Xuanling Immortal Kingdom, look like?

Nine out of ten Wanhua Immortal Dynasty is controlled by Immortal Chen Yuan, and the Emperor Wanhua should be Immortal Chen Yuan.

He has managed countless thousands of years in the Great Desolate Ruins Realm, and finally established a general trend. I am afraid that his plans will not be shallow.

The oppression and hunting of the Golden Crow clan is only the first step. In the end, what he wants is the soul of the Haotian Golden Crow.

Han Muye raised his head and looked at the sky beyond the stone house.

The sun is mighty, warming the world.

That is the soul of the Haotian Golden Crow.

Just don't say that I am like this, even Immortal Chen Yuan is not capable of going to the nine heavens to pick up this soul.

There are many powerful true spirits in the Great Wilderness, but they are incapable of competing with the Great Sun Golden Crow.

"Cutting off the bloodline inheritance, let the Da Ri Golden Crow's spirit stir."

"If the Golden Crow falls to the nine heavens, Immortal Chen Yuan will have a chance to make a move."

Han Muye looked at the sky and whispered softly.

Therefore, the biggest enemy of the Jinwu clan in the future will be the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty.

Immortal Venerable Chen Yuan has been in the Great Wasteland for so many years, and he has accumulated a lot of powerhouses. It is a terrible thing to think about confronting such great powers.

Fortunately, Han Muye himself did not have the intention of competing with Immortal Chen Yuan, and it was Yang Dingtian who wanted to find Haotian Jinwu's soul.

However, he and Yang Dingtian are in an alliance, and in the end, he may have to face Chen Yuanxianzun.

It's still too far away to think about it. What he needs to do now is to enhance the strength of the ethnic group and at the same time enhance his own strength in this world.

In the great wilderness, you can only come with your real body. If you fall into it, you will really die.

Looking at the broken gun in his hand, Han Muye smiled.

"Let's start by changing the power of the ethnic group."

In his palm, a group of golden flames rose.

Golden Crow Divine Flame, this is a divine fire of the same level as Phoenix Nirvana Fire.

Even the Xuantian Divine Flame is inferior to the Golden Crow Divine Flame.

The golden crow divine flame enveloped the broken spear, and the blue wooden stick was instantly ignited and then turned into ashes.

Only the golden true spirit pattern on the wooden staff still has traces of streamer.

The tip of the spear turned into fiery red, reflecting the power flowing in the void.

In the wild world, there is boundless power.

This is the power of origin.

Who dared to imagine that the original power that the immortal and strong are desperately pursuing is ubiquitous in the world of the Great Wasteland.

Han Muye didn't know whether this original power was real or illusory, but at this moment, with the help of the Golden Crow Divine Flame, he could absorb the original power and use it to refine weapons.

The flame rose and wrapped the tip of the spear.

After a hundred breaths, the entire tip of the spear began to melt, and the true spirit pattern on it also began to break.

Without the stable form of the divine pattern, the tip of the spear directly turned into red molten iron.

There are not many other spiritual materials mixed in the tip of this spear, Qingyang cold iron is the most important material.

Calcined by the divine flame, the impurities were removed, and the molten iron in Han Muye's palm slowly turned into a dagger that was one foot and three minutes long.

The flames subsided, leaving only a trace of his fingertips.

The power of the primordial spirit in the body was stimulated, and the flame at the fingertips condensed into a long golden-red needle, which continued to walk on the long sword.

Dots of golden divine patterns emerged.

Han Muye didn't have many true spirit patterns.

But refining a dagger is enough.

At this time, with his cultivation base of the seventh level of Yuanling, the divine pattern engraved by the power of the urging force directly made the short sword reach the peak level of Lingbao.

It's just that in the Great Wilderness, weapons of this level are only stronger than ordinary weapons.

Impossible to be spiritual.

However, the sturdiness of this short sword, and the attribute method spawned by the power of the god pattern, are a hundred times stronger than the previous spear point.

"The sword is one foot and three inches long and weighs two catties and one tael. It is made of Qingyang cold iron and refined with the technique of Xuanyang melting the sky."

"The seal carving of the five true spirits and gods can stimulate the thunder of heaven and earth and stabilize the sword."

Seeing the shining dagger in his hand, which contained the power of lightning and scorching sun, Han Muye whispered softly.

"This sword is the first sword weapon I forged in the wilderness."

"This sword is like my new life, so let's call it Yuansheng Sword."

As if sensing Han Muye's words, the short sword vibrated slightly.

Gently dancing the sword flower, inserting the dagger into his sleeve, Han Muye walked out of the stone house.

Outside the stone house is a low earth building along the mountain.

In the flat place ahead, the Jinwu people were sitting around, with some food in front of them, talking excitedly.

Seeing Han Muye walk out of the stone house, Han Jin who was standing aside hastily bowed.

"Young Patriarch, to celebrate repelling the Black Panther Clan, and the young Patriarch's exit, the patriarch arranged a banquet."

Han Jin bowed and reported.

Han Muye looked at the bonfires in the square. There was a hunted half-foot-long wild boar hanging there. It had been washed and stripped, and it was roasting on the fire, making a sound and smelling fragrant.

A group of half-grown children gathered around the fire, their faces glowing.

"Your name is Han Jin, right? How's the clan's recent hunting harvest?" Han Muye said as he walked towards the square.

Unexpectedly, Han Muye recognized him, Han Jin was taken aback, and nodded quickly: "I'm Han Jin."

"Recently, the harvest has not been very good."

"Firstly, the weather is getting colder, and the wild beasts in the forest rarely come out. Secondly, there are not many hunting grounds for us."

There was some depression in Han Jin's voice.

Their group's hunting ground is only around Hanshan, which is not enough for hunting in the group.

Han Muye reached out and patted Han Jin's shoulder, and said softly, "Don't worry, everything will be fine."

It wasn't until Han Muye walked to the campfire and cut up the meat with his short sword to distribute to the children that Han Jin came back to his senses.

He clenched his fists, walked to the bonfire, looked at Han Muye who was smiling and using his short sword to distribute meat to his tribe.

Han Muye's movements were not slow, a wild boar was divided into half after a while.

He straightened up, saw Han Jin staring at the dagger in his hand, and chuckled lightly, "I can't give you this Yuansheng sword."

"When I find a stone mine that can refine weapons, I will refine a weapon for you."

Refining weapons?

for myself?

Han Jin looked at the shining dagger in Han Muye's hand, and didn't know what to say thank you for a while.

He also never thought about how his young patriarch could have the ability to refine weapons.

Around, boundless songs sounded.

Han Muye could feel the changes in the power of heaven and earth around him.

It seems that there is a trace of original power gathering?

It's just that this power is too weak. If you want to practice with this power, it will take you don't know how many years to improve.

But the cheers around him one after another, as well as the ecstasy of Han Yunhe and Han Chaohu, let him know that the power of heaven and earth echoed like this today, which has never been seen in the clan for hundreds of years.

"The Dao of Heaven has not abandoned my Jinwu clan..." Han Chaohu, who was blushing, stretched his arms and raised his head to the sky and shouted.

One wild boar is not enough to divide the whole group.

Many elders in the clan gave up the meat to the younger generation.

Han Yunhe also took out a jar of wine from his collection.

Han Muye ate a piece of meat and drank half a bowl of wine.

There is a trace of energy and blood in the meat, and there is a trace of original energy in the wine.

These powers are nothing to Han Muye, but if they are outside the Great Wilderness, they are already hard to find treasures.

Even in the Great Wilderness, these tribesmen seldom enjoy this kind of meat and wine.

When the moon was in the middle of the sky, the big banquet dispersed, and the clansmen returned to their earth buildings in twos and threes.

Han Muye followed an old man with white beard and white hair and stooped figure to a bluestone house.

"Young patriarch, this is where the practice inheritance in my clan is collected."

"My Great Sun Golden Crow has been passed down from ancient times, and it is the most glorious inheritance in the world."

The old man showed emotion on his face.

His name is Han Zhi, and he is the oldest clan member of the Hanshan tribe.

For so many years, Han Zhi has been in charge of guarding the inheritance classics.

His cultivation base has the four levels of Yuanling, but his blood power is exhausted, and his physical strength is also damaged. He has long since lost the strength to fight with all his strength.

Han Muye nodded and walked into the stone house.

The stone house is dry, and several stones with a faint blue light hang on the top of the wall.

In front of the surrounding stone walls, there are many wooden chips and many sheepskin rolls.

Han Muye reached out and picked up a piece of wood, and looked at it carefully.

"Young Patriarch, these are the practice books of Chongtian Fist. It needs—" before Han Zhi finished speaking, Han Muye waved his hand, holding the piece of wood and said, "One hundred thousand years of heavy iron wood?"

Waving the two-foot-long thick wood, Han Muye smiled.

The wood chips weigh a hundred catties, and Chongyuan Iron Mu is the raw material for refining many wood weapons.

In Han Muye's view, the value of this piece of wood does not lie in the practice method of engraving on it, but the piece of wood.

The current Golden Crow Hanshan Department can't produce such good materials.

In the stone house, there are hundreds of pieces of this kind of wood.

Han Muye looked carefully, and found that most of them were exercises for physical exercise.

Compared with the extremely refined various exercises of the later generations, these inherited exercises of the Jinwu people are extremely rough. The muscles, bones, blood vessels, and spirit are all very general cultivation.

However, because of the existence of the original power in the world, coupled with the strength of the blood, such a rough practice method can improve the cultivation base of many clansmen.

Seeing these cultivation methods, Han Muye felt that these Jinwu people were able to rely on such crude methods to cultivate, they were really talented.

"From this point of view, it's not that Heavenly Dao has abandoned the Golden Crow Clan, but that the practice of cultivation techniques can't keep up with the changes in the world."

Looking at the piece of wood in his hand, Han Muye whispered softly.

The cultivation methods in the ruin world cannot keep up with the depletion and weakening of the origin of this world.

It is difficult to awaken the power of the bloodline with the practice method that has been passed down for countless thousands of years.

After flipping through the wood chips and animal skin rolls, Han Muye knew all about the cultivation methods of the Jinwu people.

As Han Zhi said, there are not many cultivation methods in the Hanshan tribe.

Four boxing techniques for refining the body.

There are two cultivation methods for using the power of the Great Sun Golden Crow's bloodline, and there are also matching methods for using the power of the bloodline.

A set of marksmanship.

Half of the practice of bow and arrow.

There are only so many cultivation methods in the entire Hanshan tribe.

"Young patriarch, originally my Hanshan tribe still had the remnants of the Tianjue of Dari Jinwu Town. Unfortunately, according to the rules of the Jinwu tribe, if there is no strong man who can condense into a true spirit for a hundred thousand years, the exercises will be withdrawn. .”

Seeing Han Muye put down the last animal skin roll, Han Zhi spoke softly.

There was a hint of regret on his face, and he looked at the surrounding stone walls: "If the patriarch had practiced the Da Ri Jin Wu Zhen Tian Jue back then, his combat power would have increased even further, and he would not have fallen."

Han Muye nodded.

Zhentian Jue, one of the three Zhen Clan Jue of the Da Ri Golden Crow Clan, is a method of cultivation practiced by the blood of the Jin Crow Clan, and its power is extremely powerful.

The various ethnic groups can only keep the fragmented scrolls, and they need to repair the fragments to the depth to be eligible to find the holy place of the Da Ri Jinwu clan and practice the follow-up formula.

It's a pity that the Jinwu clan has declined in recent years, and the holy land of Sangtang has been besieged and harassed by the powerful Wanhua Xian Dynasty. Many scattered ethnic groups dare not go again.

Picking up a few pieces of iron wood, Han Muye left the stone house.

Returning to his own place of retreat, he put the piece of wood in front of him, and began to think carefully about the Great Sun Golden Crow's exercises that he had seen before.

Behind him, the phantom of the Great Sun Golden Crow reappeared.

This is what Han Zhi said just now, the Golden Crow phantom cultivated by the Tianjue of Da Ri Golden Crow Town.

Although the Zhentian Jue of the Hanshan tribe was taken back, the patriarchs of the clan passed it on word of mouth, and the practice has not been cut off.

Before Han Qi's death, he passed this Zhentianjue cultivation method to Han Muye.

And it is also the reason why Han Muye was able to upgrade to the seventh level of Yuanling within a hundred years.

There are only remnants of the Zhentian Jue passed down by Han Qi, and Han Muye derived a part of it himself to improve his cultivation in this way.

However, he did not have any follow-up cultivation methods in the realm of true spirits.

These are two completely different cultivation systems, and there is no room for mistakes.

But looking at it now, he has some ideas.

I am afraid that Zhentian Jue can also be optimized.

It's just that there are too few original exercises in Zhentian Jue in his hand, and more original exercises are needed to deduce and optimize them.

It seems that we need to find other groups of the Jinwu clan to see if they can get other Tiantian Jue skills.

Standing up, Han Muye began to punch slowly.

Da Ri Chong Tian Fist has a total of six moves, mainly stretching the muscles and bones, the punching force is powerful, and each blow is powerful.

Xuntian Quan emphasizes walking, and it is practiced with the feet, and the opening and closing are surging.

The Earth-Splitting Fist is mighty.

Dangtian Fist is the most vigorous of the four types of boxing, and it also requires the cooperation of blood and strength to perform it.

Han Muye practiced boxing over and over again, and every time he punched, there was a golden crow shining in front of him.

The four kinds of boxing techniques are different from the beginning, and gradually merged.

Three hours later, his four sets of boxing were indistinguishable from each other.

In the end, it turned into twelve styles of opening and closing, a mighty and vigorous boxing technique.

From Han Muye's point of view, this boxing technique is a fusion of the four basic boxing techniques, and it strengthens the physical strength five times stronger than before.

Practicing with this set of boxing techniques can awaken a trace of the power of the Great Sun Golden Crow.

Relying on this set of boxing techniques, people in the clan can quickly cultivate to the fifth level of Yuanling.

This is the power that the Great Sun Golden Crow clan should have.

The Dari Golden Crow clan should have ordinary people in the clan with five levels of Yuanling combat power.

"This fist is fierce, so it's called the Great Sun Potian Fist."

Han Muye retracted his fists and whispered.

In his opinion, the twelve-style boxing skills can continue to be improved in the future, and the combat power can also be continuously strengthened.

After creating the Great Sun Breaking Heaven Fist, Han Muye's eyes fell on the thick iron and wood chips in front of him.

Pulling out the Yuansheng sword from his sleeve, he picked up a piece of wood and began to polish it.

After a while, there was a thick handleless wooden sword that was more than two feet long, weighed a hundred catties, and half a foot wide in his hand.

"Boom—"

A golden flame rose from the palm of his hand, and the power of the Great Sun Divine Flame gathered at the fingertips, wandering over the iron-wooden sword.

After a hundred breaths, the wooden sword turned black.

A layer of thick black streamer enveloped the wooden sword blade.

The two divine patterns destroyed all the practice methods carved on the wood chip, leaving only a layer of faint traces.

There are two true spirit patterns, one is sharp and the other is strong.

This handleless wooden sword is blessed with these two true spirit and divine patterns, its sharpness is not inferior to those top-grade magic weapons, and its sturdiness is not inferior to the mass-produced weapons of Xuanling Immortal Kingdom.

In one night, Han Muye refined eight handleless wooden swords, and found a hardwood staff stored in the warehouse, and made these handleless wooden swords into an eight-foot long-handled sword.

These big swords are very suitable for slashing, and simply cooperate with some moves to greatly increase their power.

"Han Jin, use these big swords first, and I will change your weapons after I find a good spiritual material mine."

In the early morning, hand over these great swords to Han Jin and the others, Han Muye said.

weapon?

Han Jinhe and a group of young people behind him took the big sword and waved it a few times with surprise on their faces.

Although this great sword is made of wood, it is heavy in the hand, and there is a whistling wind piercing the sky when it is chopped.

Infused with the power of Yuan Ling, one can feel the blessing of the divine pattern in the great sword.

This is really a hard-to-find weapon, completely different from the crude wooden staffs kept in the clan.

Han Muye didn't care about Han Jin and the others waving their great swords happily, and walked to the square by themselves, slowly practicing boxing techniques.

"Let me take a look at this sword." Han Yunhe, who didn't know when he came, reached out and took the big sword in the palm of a young man, weighed it, and carefully looked at the blade of the big sword.

"Here," Han Chaohu, who came to the side, stared, "This is the inheritance wood chip that records the cultivation methods in the family!"

Inheritance wood chips?

Can this thing be made into a weapon?

The corner of Han Jin's mouth trembled, and he looked at the sword in his hand with some reluctance.

"Clan elder, then, you take this sword back?"

Han Chaohu glared at him, waved his hands and said, "What are you taking? Since the young patriarch has sent you off, it's yours."

"Inheritance wood chips are nothing but dead things, and being able to make this wooden sword is better than leaving ashes in the house."

Hearing his words, Han Jin put the big sword in his arms and grinned.

"boom--"

Above the square in front, a roar came.

Everyone looked up and looked at Han Muye who had punched him in horror.