Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The realm of the eighth level Yuanling, with a radius of 100,000 li, is already a rare powerhouse.

This kind of cultivation can suppress a large group of 100,000 people.

But what Han Muye showed was not just the state of the eighth level primordial spirit, he was the awakened blood of the Golden Crow Clan!

The Golden Crow tribe is originally a powerful tribe at the top of the wilderness, and the Golden Crow shines on the sky and the earth.

The bloodline of the Golden Crow tribe is powerful, far beyond the reach of ordinary tribes.

Han Muye has awakened the Golden Crow bloodline, and is at the eighth level of the Yuanling realm, so his combat power is invincible within a radius of one hundred thousand miles!

Feng Zhen, the patriarch of the Black Flood Dragon Clan, changed his complexion, and the two powerhouses of the Black Flood Dragon Clan behind him were also pale.

Fengzhen's cultivation base and combat strength once dominated one side.

The Jinwu and Hanshan tribes were all suppressed by it.

But now, the strength of the young patriarch of the Jinwu Hanshan tribe in front of him has completely surpassed Fengzhen.

In the future, the Golden Crow and the Han Mountains may be the number one overlord within a hundred thousand miles.

Qi Yunliang, the strongman of the Yanyan Snake Clan, was taken aback for a moment, and then there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Perhaps, your choice is right.

"He is the eighth level of Yuanling!"

"The Golden Crow's bloodline has awakened, his Golden Crow's bloodline has fully awakened!"

There was a terrified roar, and the two old men in black robes backed away in panic.

In front of them, there were already seven or eight figures lying down.

Around, more figures were burned to ashes by the flames of the Golden Crow.

Only two Qi refiners at the seventh level of Yuanling could stand up to it.

But they knew that they couldn't stand in front of a strong man with the eighth level of Yuanling.

"Om—"

Han Muye raised the spear in his hand, and the golden light in his eyes converged with traces of murderous intent.

Condensed with fighting spirit, invincible in one battle, this is Han Muye's method of cultivating evil spirit all the time.

The evil spirit is pervasive, which can erode the opponent's mind and make the opponent lose their combat power.

The fear that rose from the bottom of my heart was simply irresistible.

"I can't go anymore..." An old man in black robe murmured, obviously he had no fighting spirit.

The other gritted his teeth and raised his hand to attract a golden plate.

The golden disk rotated, sending out golden lights.

"Chang Yuzi? Have you already wiped out the Jinwu clan?"

"Is there really a Golden Crow bloodline awakener?"

A dignified voice came from the gold plate.

The Taoist who inspired Jin Pan looked pale, gritted his teeth, and looked at the long spear that Han Muye slowly raised in front of him.

"The awakening of the Golden Crow's bloodline——"

His words were interrupted by Han Muye's spear.

The spearhead had a golden streamer, and with a single flash, it was already in front of the Taoist.

The gangster roared, arousing the power of heaven and earth, turning it into black and white.

"kill."

Han Muye's voice was deep and deep, as if it came from the endless hell, and it carried endless majesty, like the glory of the sun in the sky.

The spear turned into three golden Sun Crows, locking the old man's body tightly.

"Sanyang Suotian!" Han Dingyi exclaimed, staring at the Golden Crow transformed by the spear.

This style is clearly the style of the battle spear skill passed down by Han Shanbu.

He also practiced this style before, but he could only create a faint phantom of the golden crow.

It is completely incomparable with the means used by the young patriarch at this time.

But he knew that the young patriarch of his family had been studying the Absolute Heaven spear technique a few days ago, in order to intercept and kill the hunters of the clan.

The young patriarch said casually that war guns are suitable for group battles.

The talent of the young patriarch is simply against the sky...

"Explosion—" The old man surrounded by three golden crows let out a low cry, and three golden talismans appeared in his hand.

The three talismans intertwined and turned into a pale golden shield.

There are stray starlights on the surface of the shield, intertwined and crashing towards the Golden Crow.

"Boom—"

The three golden crows collided with Xingguang, and then stopped three feet away from the old man.

The golden crow collided with the starlight, creating a dazzling halo.

"What's the matter? Chang Yuzi, why hasn't the Jinwu clan been exterminated yet?" The Taoist asked in a deep voice from the golden plate above his head.

"Is the Golden Crow's bloodline really awakened?"

"Where?"

There was impatience in the voice in the gold plate.

The old Taoist named Chang Yuzi opened his mouth and was about to speak when the three golden crow phantoms in front of him suddenly exploded.

Three golden crows turned into nine!

The phantom of the Golden Crow dissipated and condensed into nine long spears, with murderous intent on the spears.

"Divide into nine lights, and achieve great spear skills!" Han Chaohu, who was standing in the distance, whispered in surprise.

Han Shanbu's spear skills are not very advanced, but there are only three or two people who can turn one into nine with the Juetian Spear in ten thousand years.

It took hundreds of thousands of years to achieve great success.

Today's young patriarch was able to master this style so quickly.

It's a pity that the young patriarch is in the Hanshan tribe.

If he goes to other ethnic groups, I am afraid that his achievements will be far more than this!

Han Chaohu's heart moved, and he took a light breath.

Han Yunhe should be back soon, I don't know if Jinwu Muyang will send a strong man.

As long as someone from the Mu Yang tribe comes, they will definitely value the qualifications of the young patriarch.

At that time, the young patriarch can soar into the sky.

"boom--"

Nine spears pierced out, and the Taoist couldn't stop it any longer, and the golden shield shattered.

The spear points converged and directly crushed his body.

"Patter."

Without the guidance of the Taoist, the gold plate fell to the ground.

On the gold plate, the halo slowly dissipated.

"Chang Yuzi, what's going on?"

"Chang, Yu..."

Han Muye stepped on the gold plate that made the sound.

"He's dead." Han Muye shouted, raising the spear in his hand.

"Who are you, dare to be an enemy of my Wanhua Immortal Dynasty—" Angrily shouted from the golden plate.

"Boom."

The answer was that Han Muye smashed the gold plate with a spear shot.

He looked up and looked at another human hunter who was running away in the distance.

"Roar--"

Heihu, who was lurking quietly at some point, pounced on him and intercepted the hunter of the sixth-level primordial spirit.

The hunter had no intention of fighting, and was slaughtered by the black tiger, fell to the ground, and died after a few struggles.

If he fights with all his strength, he may not be the opponent of Heihu.

It's just that Naihe is already terrified in his heart, and he doesn't have the heart to fight, so why talk about a fight?

Han Muye slowly retracted the spear in his hand, and the golden crow phantom on his body also slowly dissipated.

The light in his eyes did not scatter at all, and he looked at everyone with a hint of indifference and aloofness that should be expected of a high-ranking bloodline group.

"Everyone, the hunters of the human race have been exterminated, and Han and Jinwu Hanshanbu will not take any of their gains."

With a bow to Feng Zhen and the others, Han Muye strode to Hei Hu's side and reached out to pat Hei Hu.

Today, the black tiger performed well and killed many human hunters.

Intercepting and killing the strong man of the sixth level Yuanling showed his ability to kill with one blow.

Feng Zhen and the others glanced at each other, nodded, and quickly picked up the weapons and belongings carried by the human hunters.

The value of these weapons is not low, and many of them are engraved with one or two divine patterns.

Even the Heijiao Clan doesn't have many such weapons.

Although the individual strength of the human race is not tyrannical, various auxiliary methods emerge in an endless stream, which is incomparable to all races in the wilderness.

It is also in this way that the human race can rise and continuously squeeze the space of all races in the wilderness.

Fortunately, the wilderness is vast, and the area occupied by the two immortal dynasties of the human race is only a corner.

"Young patriarch Han, you have gained a lot today. You are the number one hero." Qi Yunliang looked at Han Muye with a smile on his face, and handed over the long knife in his hand that was engraved with two semi-divine patterns.

"Young patriarch, this knife should be yours."

The knife is eight feet long, black all over, with blue light flashing on the blade edge, two lines of gods running on the blade, and half of the lines on the handle, like a dragon.

This knife is a rare treasure.

Even if I don't need it, I can get at least five hundred desolate beads in exchange for Huyueling.

The two strong men of the black wolf clan glanced at each other, and handed over the long spears they got in their hands.

If Han Muye didn't have the eighth level of Yuan Ling cultivation and hadn't awakened the Golden Crow bloodline, they wouldn't have done this.

Before, they came here because of the reward from Han Muye, but they didn't really take into account the fallen young patriarch of the Golden Crow Clan.

Now, their attitude has changed.

Regardless of whether it is the Great Wilderness or the world of practice, after all, it is a place that emphasizes strength.

Han Muye has strength, so he can get the respect of Qi Yunliang and the others.

Even flatter.

Fengzhen hesitated for a moment, and handed out the long-handled battle ax in his hand: "This thing is a treasure with three divine patterns, so let's regard it as a congratulatory gift from the patriarch Han Shao to inherit the patriarch of the Hanshan tribe."

After all, he is a veteran and strong man, and he can't pull the skin off and just kneel and lick it.

Saying it was a congratulatory gift was a step up for me.

Han Chaohu and the others showed joy on their faces.

The cultivation of the young patriarch of his own family is even stronger than what he showed before.

The revival of the Hanshan tribe is just around the corner.

Looking at Han Muye, Han Chaohu and the others were only waiting for an order.

These treasures are not available in the Hanshan tribe.

The long-handled wooden swords in Han Jin's hands only have two divine patterns, and because of their material, they are not as good as the few treasures here today.

"Seniors, as I said, Han Shanbu and I will not take any of what we get today." The last golden light on Han Muye's body dissipated, and the golden light in his eyes also faded, allowing people to see clearly again.

"I, Han Muye, Han Shanbu, always say what I do."

This sentence made both Han Jin and Han Ding show a trace of regret.

On the contrary, a smile flashed across Han Chaohu's face.

The situation of the young patriarch of his own family is not comparable to his own.

With so many treasures, it is impossible to be tempted.

A gleam flashed in Feng Zhen's eyes, and he let out a long laugh: "Young Patriarch Han is very generous, then I will not be polite."

Putting away the weapon in his hand, he looked at Han Muye: "Patriarch Han Shao, these human hunters will not come here for no reason, just for your Hanshan tribe, right?"

Among the human hunters I met today, there is actually a master of the sixth level of Yuanling.

In fact, Fengzhen and the others didn't know that the leader of the human hunters today is a strong man of the seventh level of Yuanling.

This person had been directly fought by Han Muye before, and his saber was also collected by Han Muye.

This is the reason why Chang Yuzi and others collapsed.

A seventh-floor powerhouse was directly killed, what fighting spirit would they have?

"Senior Fengzhen is right. They went straight to my Hanshan Department because someone was telling you." Han Muye squinted his eyes and glanced around.

There is no golden light in his eyes, but people dare not look directly at them.

Qi Yunliang's face darkened, and he said in a low voice: "Young patriarch, who dares to do such a thing that violates the rules of the various tribes in the wilderness?"

Informing the human race and attracting hunters is a violation of the rules in the wilderness, and it will be exterminated by all ethnic groups.

It's just that this kind of thing is all about evidence. Generally speaking, no one will seek justice for a group that has been wiped out by hunters.

This time is different.

With Han Muye's strength, the whistleblower must be severely punished.

Han Muye shook his head, looked at the crowd, and said indifferently, "I will find an explanation for this matter when I succeed the Hanshan clan chief."

He didn't directly mention the Lutang Black Panther Clan.

It's not necessary anymore.

With his current strength, it is very easy to destroy Lu Tang.

What he wants is to stand up at the succession ceremony.

There are still mineral deposits in Lutang.

Feng Zhen and the others looked at each other and did not speak again.

Since Han Muye chose not to speak at this time, then let him.

—————

"Boom—"

Thousands of miles away, on top of a tall building, a big man in a blue-gray military robe smashed the gold plate in front of him with a single punch.

Behind the big man, the deep purple has been floating with a faint golden shadow of a male lion, which seems to be roaring up to the sky.

The original power in the surrounding world was attracted and quickly gathered.

"Golden Crow, Golden Crow!"

The big man's eyes seemed to burst into flames.

A few soldiers in green armor with long knives around their waists rushed into the attic and clasped their fists at the big man.

"Commander sir."

The big man's face was livid, he waved his hands, and said in a deep voice: "The hunting order of the commander-in-chief, summon three thousand hunters."

"Within one month, gather in Zhuyang City."

This is Zhuyang City, a big city with a radius of three million miles.

In the wilderness, there are very few such cities.

"I want to slaughter those Golden Crows scattered everywhere." The big man's eyes were full of killing intent.

It is a provocation to him to directly kill the masters he sent.

Golden Crow, damn it.

Several Qingjia soldiers looked at each other and bowed away quickly.

But after a while, one by one red poison flew out.

...

The Hanshan Department is already decorated with lights and festoons.

On the hills and hills everywhere, there are ostentatious banners erected.

All the people in the clan are dressed in new clothes.

Those masters in the clan whose cultivation base is around the third floor are all wearing new martial robes, not the old leather robes.

With a sword hanging from his waist and a weapon on his back, standing on the mountain path, he looked extremely mighty.

Even the children of the clan were dressed anew.

Because there are few people in the Hanshan tribe, many people from the White-tailed Fox Clan and Tanling Black Bear Clan came to help renovate the place and receive guests.

During the succession ceremony of the chief of the Hanshan tribe, many people from the surrounding tribes arrived. Not only the square halfway up the Hanshan Mountain was full, but they were also sitting around on both sides of the mountain road.

In the past two or three months, Hanshan's reputation has grown.

The originally impoverished Hanshan tribe traded generously with various ethnic groups, which was very extravagant and generous.

Looking at it today, the drinks and various melons and fruits on those long tables are all good things.

"I heard that the young patriarch of the Hanshan tribe has awakened the blood of the Golden Crow, and that's why the Hanshan tribe moved out all their family assets." An old man sitting behind the Qingshi long case said while stuffing a blue-red fruit into his mouth. .

The old man had faint wolf patterns on his forehead, and a trace of black hair on his head, which clearly belonged to the blue wolf clan.

There is a Qinglang tribe of 3,000 people in Keliang Mountain thousands of miles away.

"Hmph, is the bloodline of the Golden Crow clan so easy to awaken?" The person speaking was an old man of the Crow's Crow clan wearing a blue leather robe.

His words made the surrounding guests of all races look sideways, and then they all smiled.

Recently, the Qinglu Clan is in a state of distress, and has been robbed of many businesses by the Tanling Black Bear Clan.

The point is that the black bear clan's use of ground fire is better than their green deer clan's. If it weren't for the black bear clan's lack of furnaces, the green deer clan would be even worse.

The Black Bear Clan is now on good terms with the Jinwu Clan, so the Green Deer Clan certainly doesn't like it.

"Elder Feiling, I heard that the young patriarch of the Hanshan tribe once went to your Qinglu tribe to smelt raw ore, and was rejected by your people?" The speaker had a smile on his face.

The old man of the Qingzhe clan snorted coldly, lifted the jug in front of him, poured a full glass of wine, and poured it down hard.

More laughter around.

"Patriarch, the young patriarch of the Golden Crow Clan hasn't appeared yet." In front of a slightly remote long table, an old man of the Lutang Black Leopard Clan in a black robe whispered in a low voice.

Lu Changlin, who was sitting beside him, nodded.

Looking at the busy Golden Crow members who were shuttled back and forth, Lu Changlin lowered his voice: "Have all the masters of the clan been arranged?"

The black-robed old man nodded: "It's all arranged. As soon as the news of the death of their young patriarch comes back, our people will do it."

These words caused a trace of killing intent to flash across Lu Changlin's face, and then disappeared in an instant.

Lu Changlin held the wine glass in his hand, and said in a low voice: "The Jinwu clan is of the blood of a big clan, with a profound heritage. We will definitely gain a lot of benefits by occupying Hanshan this time."

"In this way, my Lutang combat power will be further improved."

Speaking of this, his eyes turned to the long case not far ahead.

Over there, an old man in a green robe also had the marks of the Black Panther clan on his forehead.

This is the master of the Black Panther tribe invited by Lu Changlin.

From Zhuyang Town, 120,000 miles away, where the Zhuyang Black Leopard Clan resides.

Sensing Lu Changlin's gaze, the strong Black Panther clan nodded slightly.

As long as Lu Changlin makes a move, he will also act.

"boom--"

In the distance, the sound of roaring came.

A strong man is coming!

All the guests looked up.

In the void, there is a phantom of the Great Sun Golden Crow flying away.

"Is that the young patriarch?"

"No way, this Da Ri Jin Wu Yuan Ling is already at the peak of the seventh level, how could it be the young patriarch of the Hanshan tribe?"

Under the gaze of everyone, a white-bearded old man in a blue martial robe flew down. Behind him was the old Han Yunhe of the Hanshan tribe.

"Clan elder!"

Han Yuncheng, who was in charge of the arrangements for the time being, stepped forward happily.

Han Yunhe nodded, looked forward, and said with a smile: "Fortunately, the grand ceremony hasn't started yet."

"Young Patriarch and Chaohu Clan Elder, I invite Elder Mu Ji of Jinwu Clan in Muyang to come."

Muyang Golden Crow Clan!

It turned out to be an elder of the Jinwu clan in Muyang, no wonder he has a seven-level primordial spirit.

There was a murmur all around, and many people lowered their heads.

The Jinwu tribe in Muyang Mountain is a big clan, claiming to have 100,000 members, and the leader of the clan, Mu Changkong, is tyrannical.

It's just that Muyang Mountain is far away, and usually there is not much intersection with this place.

Mu Ji glanced around, then looked at the stone houses on the mountain, and shook his head slightly.

The ethnic group in the Hanshan tribe is really too small. How strong the bloodline power can be awakened for this ethnic group?

The patriarch asked himself to come in person, which was a waste of time.

Han Yuncheng took a step forward, leaned close to Han Yunhe and whispered a few words.

"Human hunter?" Han Yunhe was taken aback.

Standing aside, Mu Ji also frowned, and said in a deep voice, "What's going on?"

Han Yuncheng hesitated, and told about Han Muye's invitation to Feng Zhen and others to intercept the clan hunters.

Intercepting the Clan Hunter?

Just a few people, dare to intercept and kill?

Why not wait for those people to come, and then gather the powerful people of all ethnic groups here to besiege and kill them together?

"Nonsense!" Mu Ji stared and shouted.

There was a sudden silence around.

"Do you really think you are so good?" Mu Ji snorted, turned around and was about to fly away.

Han Yunhe also looked nervous.

what happened?

Why did this strong man from Muyang Mountain leave?

The faces of the surrounding guests were bewildered.

"Something must have happened." The old man of the Qinglu clan sneered.

Lu Changlin looked at the old man of the Black Panther tribe ahead.

The old man shook his head.

If it wasn't for the arrival of the strong man from Muyang Mountain, he could do it at this time.

Now, let's wait until Han Shan is in chaos.

"Another person is coming!"

Suddenly, someone shouted.

Sure enough, there was a howling wind in the sky in the distance.

Several phantoms came flying and running.

The first ones are three blue and black shadows of flood dragons.

In the rear, there are black wolves and blue snake shadows.

Further behind, there are two phantoms of the Golden Crow.

"It's Feng Zhen, the patriarch of the Black Flood Dragon Clan!"

"Brother Zhao Qu and Zhao Zhi of the Black Wolf Clan!"

Those who recognize it have already shouted out.

Fengzhen is the number one strongest in a radius of ten thousand miles, and even tens of thousands of miles around is invincible.

Several other people are also famous masters.

Mu Ji's eyes fell on Feng Zhen, and the shadow of the Golden Crow appeared behind him.

The power of the seven primordial spirits aroused the divine light of the Golden Crow to shine, and it floated hot and turned into a red cloud.

This is the power of the seventh-level powerhouse!

Many people around quietly lowered their heads.

Lu Changlin clenched his fists.

"So it's Elder Mu Ji, long time no see." Feng Zhenfei landed on it and spoke loudly.

With a hint of vigilance on his face, Mu Ji nodded, looked at the people flying down, and then his eyes fell on Han Chaohu and Han Dingyi.

"Where's your young patriarch?"

Yes, where is the young patriarch of the Hanshan tribe?

It was only at this time that everyone realized that the young patriarch who was going to succeed the patriarch had never appeared.

"Elder Mu Ji, my young patriarch still has something to do, so I'll be back in a moment." Han Chaohu laughed, and clasped his hands to the surroundings: "Everyone, wait a little longer, my young patriarch will be back soon."

After finishing speaking, he tidied up his clothes and walked away.

The others also dispersed.

There is a smell of blood!

Those with sharp eyes could already see the blood dripping from everyone's body.

what happened?

Mu Ji frowned, hummed, and sat down in front of the square on the mountain led by Han Yunhe.

For a while, there were discussions all around.

Everyone is guessing where the young patriarch of the Hanshan tribe has gone.

At this time, Han Muyeren was in the forest dozens of miles away.

Han Jin and Hei Hu walked with him.

Originally, they came back together, but because Han Jin's cultivation was not enough, his flight speed was relatively slow, so he rode a black tiger forward.

In the middle of the journey, Heihu asked Han Jin to send a message to Han Muye, saying that he would give him a gift.

This guy saw Fengzhen before and they all gave gifts, so he wants to give them too.

It's just that Han Muye needs to pick it up in person for this gift.

"Just ahead?" Han Muye looked towards the cliff ahead.

The cliffs are steep, and there are streams gurgling below.

The black tiger whimpered softly, and then ran forward quickly.

"Chirp—"

There was a bird song, and above the cliff, a big golden bird spread its wings and descended.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes, and a faint golden light appeared on his body.

"Blood of the Roc?"

"Golden bird?"

"So, what this guy is going to give me is Snow Grass with Golden Wings?"

"This is a treasure that enhances the power of the blood."

Ahead, Heihu turned and ran.

The great bird with outstretched wings has fallen.

Han Muye laughed, and took a step forward.