Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

A faint phantom of the Golden Crow emerged, congealed into a ball of dark golden flame, followed by a punch, and then exploded about ten feet in front of Han Muye.

The dark golden flames raged, burning the whole world in a radius of one zhang.

Visible to the naked eye, that piece of heaven and earth seemed to be pierced through, and the invisible ripples rippling around, whistling through the wind.

How strong is this punch?

"I, I, Hanshanbu, do I have such boxing skills?"

Han Yunhe murmured.

Han Chaohu thought about it and shook his head.

There are only a few sets of martial arts in the clan, and he has practiced them all.

So, this is the inheritance of the young patriarch himself?

"This boxing method is the four sets of boxing methods in my fusion family. It has been transformed into one set, and its power is stronger."

Han Muye slowly withdrew his fist, turned to look at the surrounding clansmen, and then at Han Chaohu and the others: "I name this fist the Great Sun Golden Crow Potian Fist."

Sky breaking fist?

Formed by fusing four boxing techniques from the clan?

Han Chaohu looked at Han Muye blankly, and asked with some doubts: "Young patriarch, when did you create this boxing technique?"

The young patriarch has been in seclusion, when will he have time to create boxing techniques?

"Oh, I watched the clan's boxing techniques last night, and felt that those inheritances are too old and not suitable for today's way."

"So I re-integrated boxing and turned it into the twelve-style Potianquan."

Han Muye's words stunned Han Chaohu and the others.

After watching boxing last night, and then creating a new boxing technique?

is it possible?

What kind of comprehension do you have to achieve this level?

"Impossible. To create a new boxing method, you need to master the boxing techniques. The young patriarch has only seen those four sets of boxing techniques. How can you create a new boxing technique..." Han Yunhe whispered softly.

It's not that he doesn't want to believe Han Muye.

It was Han Muye's words that subverted the common sense of cultivation.

He probably understood that the young patriarch wanted to win people's hearts.

But there's no need to brag like that.

This damages the image of the young patriarch.

Maybe you are still young and not stable enough?

"Why, don't you believe me?" Han Muye chuckled, and then his aura slowly changed.

"Looking good!"

He flew up and rushed forward with a punch, his figure was like a flying swallow, and his punch was like a dragon.

This punch, going forward without hesitation, seemed to attract the power of heaven and earth to follow, and turned into a big sun, rushing towards the front with a bang.

"Shooting Fist, Baihong Piercing the Sun!"

Han Jin stared and exclaimed.

He practiced this style proficiently.

But the boxing style of the young patriarch in front of him completely exceeded his cognition.

The power of this punch has already attracted the power of heaven and earth.

Isn't Chongtian Fist the easiest boxing technique in the clan to beat the body?

Han Muye punched out and didn't stop.

Soaring Sky Fist, Xuntian Fist, Earth Cracking Fist, Swinging Sky Fist...

Different boxing techniques, different boxing styles, interspersed with each other, come at your fingertips.

Every move can attract the power of heaven and earth, turning into a phantom of the Golden Crow of the Great Sun and shaking.

The bursting flames and roaring sound resounded all over the field.

"In the world, are there really people with this level of cultivation talent..." Han Zhi walked out of the stone house with a look on his face, looking at Han Muye's boxing skills, and muttered in his mouth.

The boxing skills displayed by Han Muye are extremely proficient, to the point of mastery.

A punch and a kick are all at your fingertips.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, who would dare to imagine that it was accomplished overnight?

Han Muye's boxing method gradually evolved from the four sets of traditional boxing techniques of Hanshanbu to the twelve-style Potianquan.

One punch, one blow, breaking the sky.

Until he stopped his fists and feet, there was a sound of the Great Sun Golden Crow's power exploding in front of him, causing the original power of heaven and earth to vibrate and roar.

Those scattered original powers are swaying wantonly, like wild horses that have run wild.

"Do you understand?" Han Muye turned to look at Han Jin and the others.

understand?

Everyone nodded.

I see.

The Twelve Styles of Potianquan were indeed evolved and integrated from those four sets of boxing.

"Then, come and see me?" Han Muye looked at the crowd.

Practice to see?

Everyone shook their heads quickly.

Knowing how boxing came about, doesn't mean you understand boxing.

No one can understand this kind of fierce boxing.

Han Muye shook his head and slowly stood up straight.

"Not yet."

He gave a low drink.

Han Chaohu and the others looked at each other, then hurried forward and stood behind him.

Han Muye raised his hand and clenched his fist. Then he lowered his waist and pressed his fists.

"The first form of the Potianquan, the golden crow is in the sky. This form uses the power of one's own spirit, gathers the body, and uses the body as the sun..."

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Five hundred miles away from Hanshan, there is a flat tidal flat with overgrown weeds.

Pieces of low wooden houses, as well as various Black Panther tribesmen in beige leather robes were scattered all over the place.

This is the residence of the Lutang Black Panther Clan.

Lutang is this land of water and land tidal flats that stretches for tens of miles.

Most of the time, the water and grass are luxuriant here, and only in severe winter will it be depressed. It is a good place for ethnic groups to camp.

There are nearly 20,000 members of the Black Leopards in Lutang, scattered in three locations.

They are Shang Tang, Zhong Tang, and Xia Tang.

At this time, the old man who had led the team to Hanshanbu to ask for the medicine field and was shocked by Han Muye's punch was standing in front of a black-robed middle-aged man at the Zhongtang station.

"Elder Gu Ji, are you saying that the young patriarch of the Golden Crow Hanshan tribe has awakened the power of the Golden Crow's bloodline?" The big man had a majestic figure, and the lines of his body under his clothes showed explosive power.

He looked at the old man who bowed his head to report, and there was a faint silver light flickering between his eyes.

The elder of the Black Panther Clan named Gu Ji nodded with lingering fear.

Han Muye's previous punch almost hurt his bloodline.

The big man in front of him was Lu Changshan, the younger brother of the head of the Lutang Black Leopard Clan.

This famous elder in the clan has already reached the peak of the sixth level of Yuanling.

But Lu Changshan is the awakened black panther bloodline, and his strength is not comparable to that of Gu Ji.

Lu Changshan, who is also at the sixth level of Yuanling, awakened the power of blood, and stepped into the peak of the sixth level of Yuanling, did not need a hundred tricks to defeat Gu Ji.

"Golden Crow's bloodline is awakened, the entire Golden Crow clan hasn't existed for thousands of years, right?" Lu Changshan's eyes flashed, he clenched his fists, and showed a cruel smile on his face.

"I have been trapped at the peak of the sixth level of Yuanling for hundreds of years. If I can warm and nourish Yuanling with the qi and blood of the awakened blood of the Golden Crow, then I am sure to break through the bottleneck."

Golden Crow's bloodline warms and nourishes Yuanling?

Gu Ji was shocked, and looked up at Lu Changshan.

In the wilderness, warming and nurturing Yuanling with superior blood power is indeed a practice method, which can break through the realm while improving one's own blood power.

But such methods are forbidden by all the tribes in the wilderness and even by the beasts.

Those who break through with such means will be hunted down by all parties.

"Don't worry, this elder will quietly hunt and kill the young patriarch of the Golden Crow tribe." Lu Changshan seemed to see through Gu Ji's thoughts, slightly lowered his head, looked at him, and said with a chuckle.

Go quietly?

Gu Ji showed a look of embarrassment: "Elder Changshan, this matter must be reported to the patriarch—"

Lu Changshan raised his hand to interrupt Gu Ji's words. He stared at Gu Ji with a silver light in his eyes: "Elder Gu Ji, do me a favor and report this matter to my elder brother after three days."

Stretching out his hand, he patted Gu Ji's shoulder: "If I break through and add the power of my awakened bloodline, even the eldest brother will not be my opponent."

Lu Changshan stared at Gu Ji's eyes.

Gu Ji trembled all over, bowed his head and remained silent.

Although what Lu Changshan said was outrageous, it was the truth.

Once he breaks through to the seventh level of Yuanling Realm, he can really overwhelm the patriarch Lu Changlin.

"Okay, three days..."

Looking up, Lu Changshan was already galloping away with an eight-foot long black spear on his back.

Lu Changshan went straight to Han Shan without taking anyone with him.

With his combat power, he could completely crush the entire Hanshan tribe, even killing the Hanshan tribe with only about 400 people would not be difficult.

When they arrived at the foot of Hanshan Mountain, they could see Han Chaohu, the elder of the Hanshan tribe, and several young people from a distance, surrounded by a young man in a linen robe and with his hair tied up with a blue-black hairpin.

A group of people went to the mountains.

Obviously, it is to go hunting.

This is also good, save a lot of effort.

It would take some time and effort to directly fight their young patriarch in the Hanshan tribe.

Quietly following behind Han Muye's team, he slowly approached with the help of the unique concealment method among the blood power of the Black Panther clan.

Just wait for the right time to strike with a thunderous blow.

The hunting team consisted of thirteen people.

In addition to Han Muye and Han Chaohu, there are also young juniors like Han Dingyi and Han Jin.

They are all strong men of the younger generation of the clan.

Four of them had long-handled wooden swords sent by Han Muye.

Today in the square, they were the fastest in cultivating the Heavenly Fist, and they were selected by Han Muye to hunt with him.

Said it was hunting, but Han Muye was not in a hurry.

He bent down from time to time to collect some elixir and put them in the baskets carried by Han Jin and the other two young men.

These good old elixir can be used to refine elixirs.

It's a pity that in the only medicine field left in the clan, all the elixir was planted in exchange for spiritual medicines for cultivation materials, which were of no great use to the Jinwu clan.

Huyueling, 80,000 miles away, is a trading place for various ethnic groups. There are business groups who come to buy elixir, and many ethnic groups plant according to the requirements of those business groups.

Two hundred years ago, the Hanshan tribe exchanged the elixir from the medicine field for a battle gun, and some bathing soups for the clansmen to exercise their bodies.

It's just that the battle gun was in the hands of the patriarch Han Qi, and it broke during the battle with the strong human race.

"Roar--"

There was a roar of a beast in the forest ahead.

Han Jin and the others showed joy on their faces, and hurriedly rushed over with their long-handled swords.

The Han Chaohu at the front was the fastest and crossed the hill in a few steps.

Looking at the crowd rushing out in a swarm, Han Muye couldn't help shaking his head.

When he got to the mountain, he saw that the crowd surrounded a black antelope with a body more than eight feet long, ten feet high, four feet on the snow, and two sharp horns, brandishing weapons in their hands.

This antelope was extremely fast, and with a kick, it could knock back the Golden Crow who was wielding their weapons.

The three-foot-long sharp horn bumped against the wooden stick in Han Chaohu's hand.

"Boom—"

The wooden stick in Han Chaohu's hand shattered into two pieces.

Such a hard horn!

In the wilderness, the combat power of these beasts is truly tyrannical.

Han Muye could tell that this black antelope had already condensed the power of Yuanling, and its strength was no less than the fourth level of Yuanling.

With the help of its body strength and blood characteristics, even if it is surrounded by Jinwu people, this black antelope can still rush and move.

"Han Zhengyang retreated three feet, and asked Han Chi to suppress the space for the antelope to retreat."

Han Muye shouted loudly.

Holding a spear with a bluestone blade tied in his hand, the young man named Han Zhengyang hurriedly backed away.

The young man holding a long-handled wooden sword by his side took a step forward, and the wooden sword was raised.

"when--"

The black antelope just flew down, and its front hooves collided head-on with the long-handled wooden sword.

Han Chi retreated uncontrollably, and the black antelope was shocked and slowed down.

"Han Jin stepped forward and blocked the left side."

"Han Ding made a move to suppress his chance to retreat."

Han Muye's voice came again.

Han Jin, who had already admired Han Muye, did not hesitate, and took a step forward with the long-handled wooden sword in his hand and stabbed fiercely.

"Stab—"

The black antelope, which was about to break out from the left, was cut with blood on its front leg.

A wooden sword is also a sword.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Han Chaohu, who had a broken stick in his hand, threw the stick away, stepped forward, and punched it out.

It is the Potian Fist that I only learned today.

The fist shadow carried a golden crow phantom, which turned into a dark golden ball of light and hit the black antelope's chest.

"Boom—"

The black antelope staggered, its hooves were weak, and it fell to the ground.

The crowd rushed forward, punching and kicking.

By the time they dispersed, the black antelope had passed away.

The dead can no longer die.

Han Muye couldn't help shaking his head.

After such a killing, the black antelope lost a lot of blood, which is a pity.

But Han Jin and the others were enthusiastic.

This black antelope could not be hunted normally.

Such fast and powerful beasts cannot be hunted by a group for several years.

This kind of powerful beast is full of energy and blood, which is a great supplement to cultivation.

Several youths came forward to let blood, Han Chaohu took the hot blood in a leather bag, and everyone poured it there.

"Young patriarch, this blood is full of blood!" Han Dingyi grinned as he brought the leather bag to Han Muye, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Han Muye waved his hand, but did not accept the leather bag.

For him, the blood of such beasts is useless.

"You stay here for half an hour to refine your qi and blood." Han Muye reached out and patted Han Dingyi's shoulder, then turned his head to look around.

"I'll go over there and have a look."

He pointed to the dense forest on one side.

Han Dingyi hesitated and nodded.

For the Great Wilderness ethnic group, even a powerful ethnic group, a powerful race, would not dare to go deep into the mountains and forests too much.

Who knows which mountain forest inhabits the ancient beasts?

Sometimes, an entire mountain may be transformed by a strange beast that has been sleeping for countless years.

Fortunately, the young patriarch of his family has awakened the blood of the Golden Crow, and he has the seventh level of Yuanling cultivation. As long as he does not encounter extremely powerful beasts, he will not be in danger in this mountain forest.

Thousands of miles around Hanshan, there should be no such beasts.

Han Muye walked straight into the forest and walked quickly.

It didn't stop until a lake with a radius of half a mile was more than thirty miles away.

There are many beasts scattered around the lake.

They are all not weaker than the black antelope before.

Among them is a tyrannical beast with a stature of about ten feet, a tall face, and a vicious aura.

This alien spirit should have reached the fifth floor.

Across the lake, there are endless mountains and forests ahead.

The Great Wilderness should be the home of birds and beasts.

Just like the flood of its lineage, it shouldn't be disturbed.

The further you go to later generations, the less space there is for prehistoric creatures.

The names of those divine beasts can only be seen in the classics.

"hiss--"

Not far from Han Muye, a five-foot long green and black snake turned its head, roared at Han Muye, and slowly backed away.

The other beasts also retreated, their eyes full of vigilance.

"I'm curious as to who is here." Han Muye looked at the water in front of him, put his hands behind his back, and said softly.

"The person who wants to kill you!" A voice sounded.

With a gust of wind, the black eight-foot spear stabbed directly at Han Muye's back.

The spear point revealed a frightening force, and the beasts by the waterside fled in a hurry.

This blow has the power to kill them!

Han Muye didn't look back.

But the blood power of the Golden Crow clan surged in his body, and he turned into an illusory Golden Crow.

Before the Golden Crow solidified, it was smashed by the long spear.

The tip of the gun tore through the void and pierced through Han Muye's body.

Lu Changshan's smile froze on his face holding a spear.

empty!

The figure in front of him was clearly just a phantom!

What kind of speed is this, so that only a phantom can be left under the blow of his spear?

I am the Black Panther Clan known for its speed, and the opponent is the Golden Crow Clan!

"Stab—"

A dull sound of sword piercing sounded.

Close-handed swordsmanship.

Down the strings!

This type of melee swordsmanship that Han Muye used rampantly reappeared in the Great Wasteland!

Lu Changshan lowered his head slowly.

Under his left rib, a dagger was held by a powerful hand.

The dagger turned slowly, and then pulled out gently.

All of Lu Changshan's strength was drawn away from his body with the dagger, and disappeared.

A phantom of a black cheetah emerged from him, whimpered and then dissipated.

Yuan Ling dissipated, his cultivation was cut off, and his qi and blood collapsed.

This is, dying.

Lu Changshan, who was lying on the ground, tried his best to open his eyes, watching the man squatting down with blood dripping from the dagger in his hand.

He stretched out his hand, trying to grab the skirt of the man in front of him, but found that he couldn't lift his arm.

In his slack pupils, the blue golden crow vibrated behind Han Muye.

The original power revealed by the dissipated Black Panther Yuan Ling was absorbed by the Golden Crow.

Even if there is only a sliver of origin gained from killing the opponent, it is enough for Han Muye.

In the last light of Lu Changshan's pupils, the golden crow shadow behind Han Muye turned from dark blue to lavender.

The Realm of the Eightfold Primordial Spirit!

Or bloodline awakening!

Those who are not true spirits cannot suppress the Golden Crows at this level!

Lu Changshan wanted to tell his elder brother what he saw, and let him lead the group to escape from Lutang quickly.

It's a pity that his soul power dissipated along with Yuan Ling, and it also dissipated with a bang.

fall.

Han Muye raised his hand and grabbed the black spear held by Lu Changshan.

The whole body is made of black iron stone. Although it is rough, the material is excellent.

He reached out and took off the small bag hanging from Lu Changshan's waist. There were two gray-black pills and a blue-black animal bone in it.

There is a trace of medicinal power on the pill.

"Century-year-old broken jade flowers, ancient kudzu vines with sufficient medicinal power, and thousand-year-old jade twin branches..."

"It has a good healing effect. It is not a fatal injury that will kill you in one blow. If it doesn't hurt the soul, it can be healed."

"It's a pity to refine this kind of elixir just because there are so many high-quality elixir."

Putting away the elixir, Han Muye held the black animal bone.

At this time, if you look closely, you can see that there is a shining jade light in the animal bones.

This is similar to the appearance of the jade bone in the heaven, but the power contained in the bone does not know how many times thicker and purer than the jade bone.

"True Spirit Bone."

This is a beast bone of a great demon in the realm of true spirits.

The faint primordial spirit power poured into the palm, a deep beast roar came from the animal bones, and a phantom of a black two-foot-tall tiger emerged.

black tiger.

For a black tiger in the realm of true spirits, this animal bone is not cheap, and it can be honed for a long time to make the flesh and bones stronger.

If this piece of animal bone is exchanged, it can be exchanged for ten spears made by the Mystical Spirit Immortal Kingdom in the hands of Gu Ji.

If the animal bones were sent to Xuanling Immortal Kingdom or Wanhua Immortal Dynasty, the value would be doubled a hundred times.

For Han Muye, this animal bone is also a treasure.

Realizing the power in it can help him perceive the cultivation of the true spirit realm in advance.

Turning his head to look at the water in front, Han Muye's eyes fell on a black tiger beast over there.

The eyes of this beast with the blood of the black tiger revealed longing.

Han Muye threw Lu Changshan's body forward on the ground.

The black tiger flew up, caught it, and then stared at the black animal bone in Han Muye's hand.

"This thing can't be given to you, and you can't bear it either." Han Muye shook his head, weighed the animal bone in his hand and said softly.

A real spirit bone is not something that a monster that has not yet reached the fifth level Yuanling Realm can bear the power.

Heihu lowered his head unwillingly, picked up Lu Changshan's body and left.

Watching Heihu leave, Han Muye put away the animal bones and elixirs, put them back into the bag, and stuffed them in his chest.

A tyrannical force penetrated towards the body.

It's a pity that in the wilderness, except for the rare beasts that control space power, and those experienced true spirits, no one else can gather space power.

Treasures that can store things are extremely valuable treasures in the wilderness.

The power of heaven in Dahuang is too strong, and it is not something ordinary people can do to control the power of space.

Raising his hand to hold the black battle gun, the power of Yuan Ling penetrated, and a lavender streamer directly formed on the spear.

A picture flashed in Han Muye's mind.

The battle gun was made in a large group of the Black Panthers.

The technique is crude and there is no engraving of the true spirit and god pattern, but all the spiritual materials in it are of excellent quality.

The reason why Lu Changshan has this war gun in his hand is because the spiritual material for forging the war gun was sent by the Lutang Black Leopard Clan.

Three thousand catties of ore in exchange for two spears.

There is a divine pattern on the other handle, no, it's half way.

The black panther craftsman could only engrave half of the true spirit patterns.

"Black gold raw iron?"

"It's in Zhuque Mountain, three hundred miles away from Han Mountain."

"Where was my Hanshan tribe?"

Han Muye's eyes fell on the black spear in his palm.

A mine, that's a good thing.

Whether it is used to refine the armor needed by the tribe or to refine the sword weapon by yourself, it is very suitable.

It's a pity to let the Lutang Black Panthers occupy it.

"Roar--"

The deep roar of the tiger came, and Han Muye looked up, and saw the black tiger running just now dragging a gray and black wild boar, which was a circle bigger than the black antelope that Han Chaohu and the others hunted, and threw it in front of Han Muye.

This guy is not stupid.

Han Muye stood up with a smile, and threw the spear in his hand in front of Heihu: "Save it for me, I'll get it when I'm free."

The refining method of this battle gun is too poor, he is ready to smelt it, and refine it again.

It's just that there is not enough time now, so I will talk about it next time.

Hei Hu obviously understood Han Muye's words, nodded, grabbed the spear and left.

Han Muye dragged the boar back.

When he got to Han Chaohu and the others to repair the place, everyone was already waiting there.

"The young patriarch is back!"

Seeing Han Muye, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Heh, the young patriarch is amazing, he hunted such a big mountain boar by himself."

Han Jin showed a look of admiration on his face and shouted loudly.

When he sees such boars, he will run away.

"Today's harvest is pretty good, let's go back to the Hui clan." Han Muye threw the boar he was dragging on the ground, and said.

Han Chaohu and the others looked at each other and nodded.

These meats are enough for the family to eat for several days.

On the return journey, everyone was full of joy, and the boundless song sounded again.

Han Muye's eyes fell on the crowd, and he looked up at the great sun in the sky.

He could feel that there seemed to be a strange force hanging down from the sky.

It's just that this feeling is too illusory, and he can't be sure.

When he arrived at the forest outside Han Mountain, Han Chaohu's expression changed.

"An outsider has come to my Hanshan Department!"

With a low shout, he rushed out of the forest.

Only the injured clan elder Han Yunhe was stationed in the clan, and he couldn't resist a strong enemy!