Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The sixteen human qi refining practitioners rushed towards Han Muye in four fronts and four behind, while the remaining eight guarded with knives.

This momentary cooperation requires at least ten years of hard work.

After all, it is the human race, and only the human race can have such an exquisite formation.

In the wilderness, there are very few races that can cooperate with each other like the human race, and use the power of the formation to enhance their combat power.

The more powerful the race, the more obsessed it is with its own power, and it is not good at cooperating.

The human blood is the weakest, but it is the most able to borrow.

Each of the sixteen human qi refiners who came today has four levels of primordial spirit cultivation.

All kinds of phantoms of primordial spirits appeared behind them, each displaying different power attributes.

The eight qi refiners who besieged and killed Han Muye each had their own characteristics and were inconsistent, but they cooperated with each other tacitly.

The eight qi refiners on guard outside had smiles on their faces.

They have completed this kind of siege mission and don't know how many times.

This kind of formation can easily strangle the powerhouses of all races in the sixth level of Yuanling.

The young man in front of him is absolutely unstoppable.

Killing him and drawing the golden crow pattern will be another meritorious service.

Today they are here to exterminate the Jinwu tribe.

In front of Han Muye, the speeds of the eight knives and guns were different, but there was some kind of connection between the movements, which blocked all his ways of advancing and retreating.

This blow also made Han Muye completely sure that the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty was established by Wanhua Immortal Venerable.

This kind of joint attack battle formation technique cannot be passed down in the Great Wilderness Era.

Seeing through the battle formation, he no longer held back his hands, with a fierce look on his face, and a golden light flashed in his eyes.

gold!

"He has awakened the Golden Crow's bloodline, be careful!" The big man in the lead shouted, and the long knife in his hand was a little faster.

It's just that the long knife slashed down, but was blocked by the black long sword in Han Muye's hand.

The long sword is pressed in front of the hilt, and it is pulled diagonally.

"Stab—"

Wiping the long hilt of the knife, the blade made a piercing sound and pulled out long sparks.

The complexion of the big man in black changed. It was too late to change his move, so he could only step back and let go of the long knife in his hand.

At this moment, Han Muye in front of him took a step forward, and as he retreated, he broke through the encirclement, leaving the other seven Qi Refiners' swords and guns out of position.

With one blow, their siege formation was broken!

"careful!"

Someone from the outside screamed and rushed forward, and the remaining eight qi practitioners had already realized that something was wrong and rushed forward.

It's just that Han Muye raised the long sword in his hand, and he followed the sword.

There is no need to use strong swordsmanship.

Like a butterfly wearing flowers, the sword light is dim, and every time it shines, it brings out a cloud of blood.

"when--"

After the long sword pierced through the bodies of the three qi refiners, it was tightly held by a big man with iron armor in his palm.

"kill!"

The big man gritted his teeth and growled.

The rest of the alchemists rushed forward.

But the big man watched in horror as Han Muye let go of the hilt.

"Canglang—"

The Yuansheng sword was unsheathed, and the blade of the left hand slashed across with a scream of tearing the void.

The neck of the big man was cut open.

Blood splattered.

Gently drawing back the long sword, Han Muye turned around and disappeared in the same place.

"Stab—"

With one strike, another Qi refiner fell to the ground.

"Fire!" A black-robed Qi refiner who took a few steps back raised his hand, a golden divine pattern shone on his palm, and turned into a three-foot fire snake, twisting towards Han Muye.

fire?

With a touch of the sword in Han Muye's hand, the power of Yuan Ling flashed.

The lavender Yuan Ling emerged, and the power of the Yuan Ling emerged from the blade, shattering the fire snake, and then hitting the terrified Qi Refiner's chest, smashing it to pieces.

"The eighth floor of Yuanling!"

The faces of the few remaining people were pale.

"Escape, send a message to Captain Captain!" The big man who was forced to drop his sword by Han Muye's sword let out a low voice, and the phantom of the four-layer Yuanling yellow long snake behind him grew fiercely, turning into a five-foot-long faint trace, and headed towards Han Muye knock down.

Self-shattering Yuanling, a desperate blow.

With such a blow, Yuanling Liuzhong should also be careful.

It's a pity that Han Muye is not at the sixth level of Yuanling.

He stabbed forward with the long sword in his hand, and lightly opened the short sword in his left hand.

A golden true spirit and divine pattern shone on the long sword, and the sword light turned into a meteor and flew out. In the blink of an eye, it pierced through the bodies of those fleeing human qi refiners and cut their spirits to pieces.

When the flying sword fell back into Han Muye's hands, there was no one standing around.

This stunned the big man who shattered Yuan Ling.

"what--"

With a roar, the big man rushed towards Han Muye.

Han Muye raised his hand and slashed out with a sword, the blood light burst out together with the sound of Yuan Ling's shattering.

The sword light dissipated, and the sixteen human race's Qi refiners who came to hunt and kill the Golden Crow tribe were all killed.

"Young Patriarch!"

"Young Patriarch!"

Han Chaohu and Han Yunhe, who were startled by the battle, rushed to them, and they were a little dazed when they saw the scene in front of them.

On the contrary, Han Dingyi and the others later looked much calmer.

They had already quietly pledged their allegiance to Han Muye, and Han Muye showed some tricks in front of them.

Goodbye at this point, less shocking.

"Human race." His eyes fell on those Qi refiners, and Han Chaohu's face turned cold.

After some investigation, they didn't get much information, but they can probably confirm that these are the hunters of the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty to round up the Golden Crow tribe.

In any case, the Golden Crow tribe is one of the ten thousand tribes in the wilderness, and it is also a glorious group among the major races. Unless it is directly ruled by the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty, in other places, such things as besieging and killing the Golden Crow tribe are still prohibited. .

For encountering these hunters, the attitudes of all races are mostly refusing to cooperate, or even doing it directly.

Of course, it is not without secret cooperation with it.

Han Muye raised his hand, and the long knife of the leading man fell into his hand.

The long knife is made of gold and iron, the material is not particularly good, but the craftsmanship is much better than the spear made by the Qinglu clan.

However, this long knife also does not have the true spirit and divine pattern, because the grade is not enough to carry the power of the divine pattern.

The faint power of Yuan Ling penetrated into the long knife, and images appeared in Han Muye's mind.

The place where the long knife was forged was indeed in the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty.

Distributed to hunters everywhere.

Hunters from all over the place exchanged their achievements in hunting the Golden Crow for various cultivation resources.

Among them, those who have made outstanding achievements can also directly enter the army of the Immortal Dynasty as officials.

"Hu Yueling, Taoist Chang Yao." Han Muye whispered, dissipating the power of Yuan Ling.

When he went to Huyueling, he would go to see that Taoist Chang Yao, the captain of this team of hunters.

By the way, who gave Taoist Chang Yao the news to send people to besiege and kill Jin Wu Han Shanbu.

Han Muye looked into the distance, with a deep divine light in his eyes.

Everyone brought those knives and guns back to the clan, and the bodies of these humans would naturally be dealt with by beasts that smelled of blood.

The wilderness is the world of beasts.

"Young patriarch, we have to pay attention to the arrival of the human hunters." In the stone room of the meeting hall, Han Yunhe looked at Han Muye and said in a deep voice.

"That's right, back then—" Han Chaohu paused, then shook his head and said, "It's impossible for the human race to just let it go."

The patriarch Han Qi fell because of resisting the hunters of the human race.

The human race has never been soft-handed, and will not give up until the goal is achieved.

"I know how to do this." Han Muye nodded.

"Divide these weapons, and let all the clansmen of the three-level Yuanling realm in the clan have one."

Han Muye pointed at the knives and guns.

With these knives and guns, the fighting power of the tribe has been improved.

Coupled with the fact that there is enough meat recently and the exercises have been modified, it seems that the cultivation base has also improved.

Unknowingly, the combat power of the Hanshan tribe is no longer comparable to what it used to be.

"In two days, I will transport the raw ore to the Green Deer Clan and let them smelt it."

"Han Dingyi, you guys have hunted more wild animals recently, and used them to entertain all parties during the patriarch's succession ceremony."

Han Muye looked at the crowd and said.

Han Chaohu and the others looked at each other, nodded and walked out of the hall.

Whether it is to improve the combat power of the tribe or hunt more wild animals, it is something that needs to be prepared.

Two days later, Han Jin and eight other middle-aged and young people of the clan stood beside a cart made of logs with long-handled wooden swords on their backs.

The cart was filled with black ore of refined iron ore.

"Roar--"

In the distance, there was a long roar in the forest, and a black tiger rushed towards it.

Those Jinwu people who had never seen a black tiger all showed panic.

On the contrary, Han Jin and the others had seen this fierce tiger before, and even went to its cave, so they were not frightened at this moment.

Hei Hu rushed to Han Muye, walked around the cart, growled a few times in displeasure, and then walked to the cart.

With a wave of Han Muye's hand, Han Jin and the others put the cart on Heihu's neck.

Heihu pulled the cart and walked slowly.

After only a few steps, the black tiger's speed became faster and faster, from five or six feet per breath to tens of feet, hundreds of feet.

The big cart was solid, its four wheels flew up, and was pulled into the air by the black tiger.

Han Jin and the others quickly followed.

Han Muye chuckled lightly, and the sword master followed closely behind.

Watching them leave, Han Chaohu looked at Han Yunhe and said in a low voice, "Yunhe, go to Muyang Mountain and tell the Jinwu Muyang tribe about the young patriarch's awakening of the Golden Crow's blood."

Han Yunhe nodded solemnly.

Muyang Mountain is the residence of most of the Jinwu tribe, and it is 300,000 miles away, and there are nearly 80,000 Jinwu people there.

Although the Mu Yang Clan does not have a powerful person in the True Spirit Realm guarding them, there are three elders of the eighth-level Yuanling in the clan, and the head of the clan, Mu Changkong, is even at the ninth-level Yuanling.

These four have been cultivating for hundreds of thousands of years, and their Golden Crow bloodlines have long been awakened. With their joint efforts, even true spirits can fight.

In the surrounding area of ​​millions of miles, there has been no one who has awakened the Golden Crow's bloodline for thousands of years. The young patriarch of the Hanshan tribe awakened the Golden Crow's bloodline. This is a major event for the entire Golden Crow tribe.

Now that there are hunters from the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty coming, this matter must be known to the Mu Yang tribe.

I believe that there will definitely be experts arranged to help Han Shanbu.

If Han Muye hadn't awakened the power of blood, Han Chaohu wouldn't beg Mu Yangbu.

"Go and come back quickly, I hope there will be time." Han Chaohu sighed softly and said in a low voice.

"I know." Han Yunhe's golden crow phantom unfolded behind him, and he flew away without hesitation.

———————

The blood of the Qinglu clan is good at smelting, and there is an underground fire in the resident, which can smelt all kinds of raw ore, and all the clans with a radius of tens of thousands of miles will send the raw ore.

The Qinglu family helps the various ministries to smelt and collect part of the raw ore as a reward.

If you want to make weapons, you need to collect some smelted spiritual materials.

"Roar--"

There was a long roar, and people of all races on the avenue hurriedly avoided.

Pulled by a majestic black tiger, a large cart ran towards the camp of the Qinglu Clan.

The cart was full of raw ore, and there was a young man in a leather robe sitting beside the shaft.

After the cart, Han Jin and the others ran with all their might, arousing all their primordial powers. The yellow-orange Golden Crow phantom floated, its wings spread out, and it kept flapping with fiery illusory flames.

"Golden Crow?"

"Isn't the Jinwu tribe near here the Hanshan tribe that has fallen?"

"The black tiger looked at at least five levels of primordial spirits, and these Jinwu people also have three or four levels of primordial spirits. Are they really Hanshan tribe?"

Seeing the carts and Jinwu tribe leaving with dust and smoke, there was an uproar on the avenue.

The Hanshan tribe has such power?

"Hanshan tribe, I seem to have heard that they are going to hold a patriarchal succession ceremony." Someone scratched his head and muttered in a low voice.

"Yes, yes, I heard that their young patriarch has left customs and will inherit the position of patriarch."

For a while, there were voices talking about Han Shanbu everywhere on the avenue.

The Jinwu Hanshan tribe, which has been silent for a long time, has become the talk of everyone.

The black tiger pulled the cart and ran at a high speed, but it took a while to reach the hillside stretching stone houses ahead.

Everywhere where the fireworks rise, there are black stoves two or three feet high.

"Smelting raw ore and moving forward."

"If you want to refine weapons and go up the mountain, the Seventh Elder will line up first."

The people from the Qingzhang tribe who came up stood in front of the black tiger, their expressions a little nervous.

Heihu was two feet tall, so he felt too oppressive.

"We're going to smelt all these raw ores." Han Muye jumped off the cart and said loudly.

There is not much difference between the faces of the Qingzhe people and the human race, except that the eyes are close together, and the head and face are a bit narrow.

Hearing Han Muye's words, the welcoming Qinglu clansmen cupped their hands and said, "The old rule is that 30% of the raw ore will be paid, and the ore will be collected after three months."

Thirty percent?

three months later?

Han Muye frowned, and looked around: "Is 30% too high?"

"Also, three months is too long."

At this time, two more members of the Qinglu clan came over, looked at Han Muye and the Heihu who was pulling the cart, and they exchanged glances.

"If three months is too long, you can go a little earlier, one and a half months, but the reward will be 10% more." The white-haired old man on the left cupped his hands, "This is for the sake of the Jinwu tribe."

"Little friends should see that there are still many ethnic groups' raw ores waiting to be smelted."

Not only will the price not be reduced, but an extra 10% will be charged.

Han Muye felt that he was treating himself like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"The ground fire here is not from the Qingdeer clan, and the people who can smelt raw ore are not from your clan." Han Muye looked at the Qingdeer clansman in front of him, and said loudly, "There should be some room for business."

These words stunned the people of all races who looked around.

The three Qingzhe people in front were also stunned for a moment, and then laughed out loud.

"Are you from the Hanshan Department?"

"I heard that the Hanshan tribe is in great decline. Is this because you are reluctant to pay for smelting raw ore?" The old man of the Qinglu clan on the right laughed, looking at Han Muye with a smile on his face.

"In this way, you take this raw ore to the black bear camp in Tanling, a hundred miles away. They also erected smelting furnaces a few years ago."

Not doing business?

Han Muye didn't stop, turned around and left.

"Forget it, the ground fire caused by the Black Bear Clan in Tanling is too violent to be smelted."

"Thirty percent is the rule of the Qinglu clan for tens of thousands of years."

Someone around whispered, ready to sell Han Muye a favor.

After all, the black tiger was majestic, which was extraordinary.

Han Muye cupped his hands and led the cart away.

"Hmph, if he comes back again, I'll charge him 50%!" Behind him, the old man from the Qinglu clan roared loudly.

Han Jin and the others showed anger on their faces, and they couldn't get angry, so they could only run behind the cart.

The land of a hundred miles will arrive in just a while.

This is a low-lying mountain, and there is also a ground fire. The surrounding area is full of hot air, and there is a gray-black stove in front of it, with flames rising.

The black bears who came up were tall and strong, with dark faces and furry ears.

The ethnic groups in the Great Wilderness are also divided into three, six, and nine grades. Only the ethnic groups that have awakened extremely strong bloodlines, have many masters in the clan, and can dominate one side can be considered high-level ethnic groups.

The blood of the Black Bear tribe is not bad, but the strength of the tribe here is weak.

Just like the Jinwu tribe, the bloodline level is extremely high, but not all tribes belong to the upper-class tribe, and the Hanshan tribe does not have that qualification.

Hearing that Han Muye said that he was here for smelting, the patriarch of the Black Bear Clan with the fifth level of Yuanling was surprised.

"We only need 10% of the reward."

"It's just that we can't control the wear and tear."

"However, we are willing to help the friends of the Jinwu tribe to smelt and forge weapons without any payment."

Build weapons?

This is something only a craftsman can do.

There are only more than a thousand members of the Black Bear Clan in Tanling, and the strongest are only at the fifth level of Yuanling. Will there be a craftsman in the clan?

Seeing Han Muye's puzzled gaze, the head of the Black Bear Clan named Tzu Chi explained the reason half apprehensively and half proudly.

His only son, Ciyuan, the patriarch of the Black Bear Clan, has a talent for refining weapons. Although he is only a hundred years old, he has already mastered very proficient skills in refining weapons. The way of refining.

hundred years old.

Refining talent?

Han Muye's heart moved, he nodded and said: "If it can be refined, I don't mind giving these raw ore to you to make weapons."

Tzu Chi showed joy, attracted the clansmen to whisper a few words, and then took off the war hammer from his waist and handed it to Han Muye.

The warhammer is rough in construction, even worse than the methods of the Green Deer Clan, but in the end there is a means of construction.

For a small group of people, with this method, they can live and live comfortably.

When returning the warhammer to Tzu Chi, a young man of the Black Bear tribe who was over a meter tall came in front of him.

Seeing the young man, Han Muye's eyes revealed a faint divine light.

"Xiaoyuan, this is the patriarch of the Jinwu Hanshan tribe." Tzu Chi introduced enthusiastically.

The black bear youth cupped his hands, and his voice was like thunder: "Ciyuan has met Patriarch Han Shao."

Han Muye's eyes turned over Ciyuan's arm.

A faint golden sword shadow.

really.

Han Muye felt a little emotional, he never expected that among the immortal cultivators who came with him, someone was so close to him.

It's just that Ciyuan is not as powerful as his own soul power at present, can resist the power of heaven and earth in this world, and can't remember what happened before entering the ruins world.

Han Muye could directly awaken the memory of his soul, but it might trigger the backlash of the power of heaven and earth, and the gain outweighs the gain.

It's better to let it wake up naturally.

Hearing that Han Muye wanted to entrust the refining furnace, Ciyuan was also enthusiastic, and led Han Muye and the others to the refining furnace.

"Don't worry, Patriarch Han Shao, I made this big furnace according to the furnace of the Qinglu Clan. It is very suitable for smelting."

"That's right, the fire in our place is a bit tyrannical, and sometimes the raw ore will be destroyed during smelting."

This Ciyuan is also sincere, and he doesn't turn corners when he speaks.

Han Muye looked at the furnace, frowned and said, "Directly ignite the fire?"

"Don't engrave the divine patterns that control fire?"

Ciyuan was taken aback by his words.

Tzu Chi on the side also looked bewildered.

Han Muye didn't know how much raw ore this black bear family furnace had been erected to smelt.

But he knew that there was no furnace to control the Vulcan pattern, not to mention the tyranny of the earth fire, it was the kind of mild earth fire, and it was good luck to smelt half of the spiritual materials.

"Can your furnace produce 50% spiritual materials?" Han Muye looked at Ciyuan.

Ciyuan's face flushed, he shook his head, stretched out his thick palm, and slowly bent two fingers.

Only 30% left.

This is at least half the consumption of the Green Deer Clan.

Coupled with the reward, it's no wonder those guys from the Qinglu Clan are sure that Han Muye will go back.

Tzu Chi and Tzu Yuan looked at Han Muye nervously.

It's rare for foreigners to smelt raw ore. This door-to-door business can't be broken again, right?

"These raw ores can be handed over to you for smelting, but I want to engrave the Vulcan pattern on this furnace." Han Muye looked at the furnace in front and said.

Seal carving divine pattern?

Tzu Chi and Tzu Yuan stared wide-eyed.

The young patriarch of the Golden Crow clan in front of him can actually seal the divine pattern?

Isn't that the method of a refiner?

"I, the Golden Crow, control the Great Sun Divine Flame, so I naturally have experience in controlling fire." Han Muye looked at the two of them and said.

so?

Tzu Chi and Tzu Yuan nodded blankly.

Han Jin and the others standing behind were also at a loss.

The Golden Crow clan can control fire, but I have never heard of a divine pattern that can control fire...

Han Muye didn't care what they thought, stepped forward and patted them down.

"Boom—"

The silent ground fire suddenly exploded, and the flames soared into the sky.

There was a golden light in the eyes, and the golden original power emerged from Han Muye's fingers.

The golden light turned into a sharp edge, walking on the blue-black tall furnace.

A streak of golden divine light floated.

Divine pattern!

This is the divine pattern!

Tzu Chi and Tzu Yuan stared at the divine pattern that appeared, and clenched their fists tightly.

They could feel that the divine pattern appeared, and the fire below the furnace in front of them seemed to be restrained, and it was not as violent as before.

They Tanling Black Bear Clan can control the fire here!

With this ground fire that can be controlled, the Tanling Black Bear Clan will definitely prosper!

Han Muye kept wandering around, engraving three golden lines on the furnace.

"Come on, use your blood to sacrificially refine." Han Muye looked at Ciyuan and said after finishing the seal carving.

"Me?" Ciyuan pointed at himself with a confused look on his face.

"Is it you or me?" Han Muye stretched out his hand and pulled his arm, and with a flick of his fingertip, a pool of blood splashed on the golden divine pattern of the cauldron.

The divine pattern on the furnace seemed to come alive, twisting and intertwining continuously, and then streaks of golden light fell from it, wrapping around Ciyuan's arm.

Taking advantage of this moment, Han Muye detected the message from the golden sword on Ciyuan's arm.

Zeng Daniu.

It turned out to be this guy.

A smile appeared on Han Muye's face.

This guy looked tall and strong outside the ruins world, but now he has become a black bear clan when he enters the Great Desolation Ruins world.

When he awakens his memory, see what expression he will have.

But Han Muye was also happy to see Zeng Daniu's incarnation in this world.

This guy has always been very talented in refining weapons, and he can help himself in the future.

"Om—"

The golden tattoos intertwined with Ciyuan's arm, and Ciyuan's complexion changed.

When all the golden light dissipated, there was a golden streak on his arm.

This is the certificate to control this earth fire furnace.

"Okay, these raw ores are handed over to you." Han Muye stretched out his hand and patted Ciyuan's shoulder, turned around and left.

Ciyuan looked at Han Muye with a complicated expression on his face, nodded and said, "Young Patriarch Han, don't worry, within three days, I will smelt all the raw ore."

"This time, I won't take a single point from the Black Bear Clan."

Han Muye waved his hands and ignored these matters.

When he walked a hundred feet away, there was a roar of flames rising behind him.

"You are stationed in the Black Bear Clan. When the spiritual materials are refined, they will be made into weapons and brought back."

"I'm going to Tiger Leaping Ridge."

Han Muye looked at Han Jin and the others, and said in a deep voice.

Huyueling, Taoist Chang Yao, he is going to meet him.

Han Jin and the people behind him looked at each other and nodded.

Of course they would not object to what the young patriarch said.

Han Muye quickly walked out of the Heixiong tribe's camp, and then walked into the forest. The Heiyuan sword was unsheathed and turned into a faint golden light.

At this time, on Huyueling, where various races trade, on top of a small two-story building, a Taoist in a black robe looked gloomy. On the table in front of him, sixteen shattered crystals were lined up.

"A team of hunters was wiped out?"

"Who did this?"

"Feng Zhen?"

"Tu Jiu?"

"Golden Crow, it's impossible..."