Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Liang Qiyuan stood up.

There was a trace of solemnity on his face.

Looking at the old man holding the spiritual light in his hand, he stretched out his hand and said in a low voice, "Give it to me."

Master Han actually sent a message during the trial, what's the matter?

He also paid attention to the battle on the 14th mountain, and appreciated the use of the bluestone war puppets.

Whether it is a war puppet or a battle armor, they are all means of fighting.

Although temporarily refined war puppets can't last long, they are cheap and have great combat effectiveness.

At least, without Master Han making a move, a group of sixth-level and seventh-level trial disciples guarded the No. 14 mountain.

This method cannot be said to be against the rules.

Liang Qiyuan is a fair and principled person.

If Master Han really broke the rules, he would not remain indifferent.

He also believed that with Master Han's strength and personality, he didn't bother to cheat in such trials.

This is like a billionaire who will damage his image for a Genesis business.

Now that Master Han sent a message, there must be something important.

Hearing Liang Qiyuan's words, the old man sneered, raised his hands and turned his aura into a light curtain.

In the light curtain, Zhao Qiyang's hair was a little disheveled, and he was still holding a half-refined piece of spiritual material, which must be waste now.

"A trial at the Chuyang level, the entrance level." Zhao Qiyang seemed to be burning with fire in his eyes, gritted his teeth, and stared at everyone in the hall: "Summon me twice in a row."

"I, the dean, are you using it to play monkeys?"

He shook the scrapped parts in his hands, and said in a deep voice, "The chalcedony moonbreaker stone of 300,000 origin coins is just useless!"

Zhao Qiyang didn't even care about the trials at the Chuyang level, let alone the trials at the scorching sun level.

Even if it is the casting sun level trial, Zhao Qiyang, as the dean, doesn't pay attention to every trial.

He is a god-level powerhouse, a power that runs across the entire galaxy and universe, how can he have time to pay attention to small trials?

Fortunately, today, a Chuyang trial, even summoned him twice!

Dogs are not that tired.

The old man who summoned him shuddered, and quickly said, "Dean, Liang Qiyuan cheated for personal gain. He didn't say anything about covering up Mountain 14. Now that Gao Zhengtai is killed, he doesn't care."

"Killing Gao Zhengtai's disciple obviously violated the rules."

Turning his head, he looked at the other verdicts: "My colleagues can attest that I, Zhao Zhijin, will never speak half a lie."

Zhao Zhijin's words were resounding.

Liang Qiyuan's favoritism is obvious to all.

All verdicts nodded slightly.

Zhao Zhijin breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the crowd gratefully, and then turned to look at the dean with a face full of hope.

For a long time, the dean of Zhuyang College has been known for his impartiality, incorruptibility and stalwart.

He believed that the dean had just been deceived before.

Be deceived by Liang Qiyuan.

Now, seeing the facts, the dean will definitely uphold justice.

"Gao Zhengtai is not only a direct descendant of the Gao family in Tuyuancheng, but also a ninth-level armor master. He should have a bright future."

"Master Dean, look, that He Yang is going to kill another ninth-level puppet master again, he is really crazy—"

Stretching his finger towards the light curtain ahead, Zhao Zhijin gritted his teeth and growled.

At this time, he no longer asked to stop He Yang.

Instead, he hoped that He Yang would make a move, in front of the dean, and kill a genius elite of Zhuyang Academy.

Let the dean see how vicious He Yang is.

It made the dean feel distressed, and watched an elite be killed.

At that time, let's see if the dean is angry or not, and see if he will punish Liang Qiyuan.

In the light curtain, He Yang raised the long knife in his hand again, and then cut it off.

The terrified Du Tang wanted to escape, but bumped into a tall war puppet.

"Forgive me—"

Du Tang's voice turned into sobs.

Because the palm of the tall war puppet directly inserted into his chest.

Blood dripping.

This kind of ruthlessness made all the disciples watching the trial look pale.

Those disciples following Gao Zhengtai and Du Tang were all trembling at this moment, looking at He Yangsun nervously and terrified.

If this one makes a move, they are afraid that no one will be able to escape!

With the power of one person, controlling a double ninth-level war puppet battle armor, beheading two ninth-level battle armors is like chopping melons and vegetables.

Who can resist such strength?

The people around Nalan Moran all had joy on their faces.

I really didn't expect that Mr. Nalan, who I followed, would have such a tyrannical elder brother.

As for those who stood not far away, those who followed Nalan Moran before and then betrayed them, they regretted it very much at this time.

"It's him?" Zhao Qiyang muttered in the light curtain, then turned to look at Zhao Zhijin.

"Just for this?"

Zhao Zhijin quickly said: "Not only that, but also, someone on the 14th mountain sent a message to Professor Liang Qiyuan."

"This message was intercepted by me, but there are secret words in it, and I can't decipher it."

Zhao Zhijin spread his hands, and the golden light in his palm flew towards Zhao Qiyang.

With a hint of complacency on his face, he said loudly: "It is not allowed to pass messages between the trial disciples and the verdict teacher. This is something that breaks the rules."

This time the stolen goods were obtained together, let's see how Liang Qiyuan can defend himself.

Sure enough, upon hearing Zhao Zhijin's words, Zhao Qiyang's expression changed.

Raising his hand to call the aura into the light curtain, Zhao Qiyang's expression changed rapidly.

"snort!"

"Almost broke the big event!"

Zhao Qiyang waved his hand, and Jin Guangfei landed in front of Liang Qiyuan.

Liang Qiyuan reached out to take it, and the look in his eyes became solemn.

"I leave this place to you," Zhao Qiyang looked at Liang Qiyuan, and said in a low voice, "Stay here, I'll go to the City Lord's Mansion."

After speaking, his figure dissipated directly.

Dean, go again.

In the hall, there was silence.

Liang Qiyuan held the spiritual light, turned his head slowly, and looked at Zhao Zhijin.

"It was almost ruined by you."

He moved and left the hall straight away.

In the hall, everyone looked at each other with confusion on their faces.

What's going on here?

The expression on Zhao Zhijin's face changed, turning into a gloomy one.

"Hehe, if we are all together, how lonely is my way..."

Shaking his head, he fell down on the seat and smiled sadly: "After this trial, I will leave Zhuyang Academy."

The other judges looked at each other and didn't speak.

Within the light curtain, Liang Qiyuan had already landed directly in the fortifications of the No. 14 mountain.

Is this covering up and not covering up?

It's too dark.

During the fortification, Liang Qiyuan's expression was dignified. When he came, he covered his presence and whereabouts. Except for Han Muye, no one else knew that he was here.

At this moment, he looked at Han Muye in front of him.

Han Muye held a light black sword fragment in his hand.

"Based on this thing, you can deduce that there is a big force that will be unfavorable to the trial and Zhuyang City?" Liang Qiyuan stared at the small fragment and said in a low voice.

"Inference?" Han Muye cast his eyes on Liang Qiyuan, and the fragments in his hand flew out and landed in front of him.

"A piece of refining fragment is in front of the refining master, what secrets can there be?"

Han Muye's voice was calm.

Liang Qiyuan took the fragments, and the aura in his palms enveloped them.

"The fragment breaks within three months, and there is void power erosion in it."

"This shows that it is indeed shot in the void."

"The fragments contain the power of Fengyuan fire, which is the unique refining method of Fengge City and Liang Xucheng."

"The sword was shattered by a collision with a powerful force, at least at the god level."

...

Liang Qiyuan not only whispered, but also became more dignified.

"The fracture of the fragments can be seen the strength of the puppet, the moves of the shot, and the habits of the puppet master himself."

"The overall strength of the force behind it can also be seen from the material of the refining device."

Han Muye added a few words.

Liang Qiyuan held the fragment, nodded and said: "Looking at it this way, someone is indeed trying to play a trick."

"This is a conspiracy against Zhuyang City. The trial may be just an introduction, just in time."

"If you look at it this way, it doesn't have to be Fengge City, it might be—"

"Liang Xucheng."

Looking at Han Muye, Liang Qiyuan opened his mouth and said, "The dean means that there should be no abnormalities here, that we can't give up the trial, and alert the other party."

Han Muye nodded.

Indeed, if the trial is directly abandoned here, it will make the other party realize that something is wrong.

Now there must be many powerful people in the void watching this place quietly, and their every move is being observed.

"Master Han, these disciples are innocent."

"They are disciples of Zhuyang Academy, we cannot use their lives as bait."

Liang Qiyuan took a deep breath, and there was a gleam of light in his eyes.

"Wait for the trial, I will take action."

"You help me, take them away."

Although Liang Qiyuan is a god-level man, he mainly studies weapon refining, and his combat power is not too strong.

But if he was allowed to watch those disciples being slaughtered, he couldn't do it.

Seeing Liang Qiyuan's decisive expression, Han Muye waved his hands, shook his head and said, "Forget it, I'll settle the matter here."

"Leave it alone."

Liang Qiyuan was taken aback by his words.

With a wry smile, Liang Qiyuan nodded: "Then please leave it to the master."

He, Liang Qiyuan, was indeed far behind in front of Master Han.

Since Master Han said he didn't want to care about it, then he just didn't care about it.

Arching his hands, he moved and disappeared into the fortifications.

Back to the Judgment Hall, he still has things to do.

"Gao Tianjin, go find Feng Jiutian and let him come to see me."

"Of course Tao, let He Yang come."

Han Muye's voice sounded.

Outside, Gao Tianjin and Tao were both stunned.

Who is Feng Jiutian?

An existence beyond the ninth level, the young city owner of Fengge City.

He Yang, powerful, a top character among armor masters.

Why do these two people seem to be able to call and drink in the mouth of their captain?

Although his captain is level nine, he is only a craftsman.

If a ninth-level craftsman is in front of a ninth-level puppet master, Yu Jiashi, people probably won't look straight at him.

"Hurry up." Han Muye's voice sounded again.

Gao Tianjin and Tao Guran glanced at each other and left quickly.

In any case, what the captain said was an order, so he had to go.

The others also heard Han Muye's words, looked at each other outside the fortifications, and whispered.

They were curious whether Gao Tianjin and Tao would be beaten back directly.

After a while, Feng Jiutian, who was wearing a red battle armor, flew over.

He took a look at the fortifications and stepped in directly.

"Feng Jiutian!"

"It's really here!"

"Look!"

There was an uproar outside the fortification.

Many people pretended to lean on the fortifications and cast their eyes on Feng Jiutian.

Feng Jiutian walked into the fortification with a smile on his face: "Senior Brother Han, you came to me but—"

Before the words fell, his complexion suddenly changed dramatically!

Beside Han Muye, a black war puppet flew out, raised his hand and pressed it on his shoulder, and threw it straight away!

He knows this war puppet!

This is a war puppet that is so powerful that it can be defeated at the god level!

Being thrown out, what Feng Jiutian thought in his mind was, what did he do wrong to make Senior Brother Han angry?

"Boom—"

Feng Jiutian smashed a piece of bluestone and rolled on the ground.

He had just stood up when he suddenly moved and dodged to the side.

"Snapped--"

A ray of saber light slashed down, cutting his foothold into pieces.

He Yangsun, who was holding a long knife in his hand, had a fierce expression, and killing intent was in his eyes.

"Brother, are you going to kill him?" He Yangsun looked into the fortification.

Outside the fortifications, everything was sluggish.

what's the situation?

Feng Jiutian, who is so powerful that he is boundless, is vulnerable to a single blow in front of his captain.

He Yang, the elite among the elites, seems to be following his captain's lead right now.

This script seems wrong...

"He Yang, I'm doing my brother a favor." Feng Jiutian snorted coldly, and turned to look into the fortifications.

"Senior brother, what did Feng Jiutian do wrong, please explain clearly."

"Even if I die, I want to die to understand."

His words were crisp.

But these words made everyone outside the fortifications confused.

Feng Jiutian, who is so powerful, doesn't even have the guts to fight with his own captain.

"Gather all the trial disciples, and take this place as the center, all the refiners will refine war puppets, at least those that can withstand a single blow from the holy level."

"Feng Jiutian, you will understand in the next tide of alien beasts."

"Maybe, you will die first."

During the fortification, Han Muye's voice sounded.

He Yang turned around and left.

Feng Jiutian's expression changed, he nodded and said, "I understand."

He is not stupid.

Something must have happened to Alien Beast Tide.

In addition to the fortifications, disciples from various parties were constantly recruited for trials.

He Yang made a move, and the double nine-level battle puppet battle armor swept across, no one could stop it.

At this time, the strength he showed was terrifying.

Nalan Moran commanded all the gathered disciples to refine various war puppets and mine the surrounding spiritual mines.

Born into a family in a big city, he is familiar with these things.

Feng Jiutian led more than a hundred craftsmen to stand in front of Han Muye.

"What we have to do is to refine a war puppet that can resist holy beasts."

Han Muye's words made all the apprentices of the crafting master change color.

"Senior brother Han, we only have level 6 and level 7, how can we refine—" Before a black-robed disciple finished speaking, he heard Han Muye shout: "Then you will die."

die!

If you can't refine a battle puppet that can resist the holy level, you can only die!

Everyone was shocked.

Feng Jiutian squinted his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Brother, what I mean is that the next wave of alien beasts will have holy ranks, or even a lot."

"So you gathered us all here to save everyone."

Everyone in the trial is here.

Melt off your war puppet armor!

How can it be!

This is my own life, how can I smelt it!

The armor masters and puppet masters next to the fortifications all changed their faces.

"My battle puppet and battle armor are handed over to the senior brother."

He Yangsun's voice sounded.

One piece of ninth-level battle armor, two ninth-level battle puppets, three eighth-level battle puppets, two eighth-level battle armors, five seventh-level battle armors, and five seventh-level battle puppets all fell on those refining weapons. In front of the disciples.

These battle puppet battle armor alone are worth tens of millions of origin coins.

For other people's battle armor or war puppet, they are constantly replacing parts, and then gradually upgrade the level.

How can there be so many war puppets and armors in the hands of such a person?

The net worth of this person can be worth the net worth of most of the people present, right?

Even Feng Jiutian turned his head in surprise at this moment, looking at He Yangsun.

This guy seems to have more money than himself.

The young city lord of Fengge City, himself, was actually compared to him.

"Hand over my battle armor, too."

"Also, I still have a holy battle armor, the core of a holy battle puppet."

Feng Jiutian shouted loudly, he felt that he couldn't lose in momentum.