Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Thousands of divine flames shook together!

When the divine flame trembled, all the flames on the high platform rose up.

The entire square was filled with flames!

"The divine flame is agile!"

"There is an extremely talented person appearing!"

"This is a genius that doesn't come out in a million years!"

Around the high platform, figures flew down one after another, their eyes fixed on Han Muye in front of him.

The aura of these people is extremely dignified, and everyone is surrounded by fireworks.

The appearance of these people was not seen by any of the disciples participating in the entrance trial.

Even the vibrations of the ten thousand divine flames were covered, and only the experts of the Tianlian Sect knew about it.

At this moment, Han Muye only felt extremely joyful in his heart.

His soul seemed to have returned to his lair, with a warm and stable space where he could have a good sleep.

"Is it the little Golden Crow? The power of the Golden Crow is so weak."

"Look at not only the Golden Crow, but also the power of the little crocodile."

"More than that, there is also the power of the big green bull, but I only comprehend a little, it's too weak."

The ten thousand flames vibrated and sent out news.

Han Muye raised his head and looked at the flames.

The extremely scorching flames were just warm and gentle in front of him.

He stretched out his hand, and flames fell towards him.

The nine-color divine flame of the undead phoenix.

The fiery frightening bird's burning heart flames.

Qingyang, clear water and flowing flames.

Qi Tianyan's Feng Tian Wan Hua Huo.

...

The power of the divine flame descended, matching the imprint of the Golden Crow Divine Flame on Han Muye's body.

When he came to this illusion, all his strength disappeared.

But his control and cognition of power are still there, and the imprint of that power is still on his body.

It cannot be erased.

Marks are rules.

Moreover, it is the source of every rule, and it must be suppressed by a force beyond the rules before it can be erased.

In this illusion, there is no such power.

If he really had such power, Han Muye probably wouldn't come.

He spread out his divine flame marks and boldly merged with those flames.

Anyway, he didn't lose anything.

The marks of flames fell one after another, and Han Muye's perception of the power of flames continued to improve.

Live forever.

Fight against the sky.

Reincarnation.

Extinction.

...

The power of flame is the power of life that erupts from the creatures in the world, and it is also the power of death that destroys thousands of worlds.

Light and heat, light and dark.

All things are born by collision, and wind and thunder are produced by fusion.

Standing on the high platform, Han Muye opened his eyes.

Under the stage, those who were waiting for the trial showed doubts on their faces.

The guy on the stage didn't stir a single flame, so why didn't he announce his elimination?

Could it be that this guy came through the back door?

In the mid-air outside the high platform, the strong men of the Tianlian sect showed excited expressions on their faces.

"This is the full-level natural fire pulse attribute in the legend, right?" An old man with black beard exclaimed excitedly.

"The power of one person can cause thousands of flames to turmoil." The other old man's face flashed with surprise, and he said in a low voice: "This kind of talent has never appeared in at least tens of millions of years."

What he said made the practitioners of the Tianlian sect around him also look happy.

A genius is an existence that can directly trigger the general trend.

Every era must be led by a real strong man.

"What I admire even more is that he chose not to take a single flame away." An old man in white robe looked at Han Muye who turned and walked to the other side, and whispered softly with a hint of a smile on his face.

"If you don't take away the flames, there will be thousands of possibilities in the future. His heart is very big." Another white-bearded old man said softly.

The others all smiled, watching Han Muye standing on the other side, conducting the second trial.

This time Han Muye only had more than a thousand floating light clusters in front of him.

These light clusters reveal various auras, which are really beautiful.

"Within a quarter of an hour, according to the properties of the objects in these light clusters, classify them."

The voice rang in his ears.

Classification?

Han Muye looked at the balls of light in front of him.

He can't see the objects in the light group now, he can only use his own induction.

It is to reach out and perceive the properties of these objects.

But if he wanted to do this, he couldn't classify all the spiritual creatures in a quarter of an hour.

Looking at the light clusters in front of him, he slowly closed his eyes.

The moment he closed his eyes, countless lights and shadows appeared in his mind.

These lights and shadows are the methods of identifying spiritual things that he has come into contact with, or comprehended, or even created.

Thousands of methods are intertwined, and then spread out to the surroundings.

A faint breeze enveloped the light clusters around him.

At this moment, he seemed to see through all the spirits in the light cluster.

But Han Muye didn't move.

He opened his eyes, and his eyes fell on these light clusters.

"Attributes?"

"Still, spirituality?"

It is easy to identify attributes.

See how to identify the spirituality of these spiritual creatures?

The methods of refining weapons in later generations are all selected according to the attributes of spiritual materials, and then refined.

But at this time, these spiritual materials clearly have their own spirituality.

Spirituality, where is the spirit?

Han Muye's eyes flickered, and he slowly stretched out his hand.

His palm didn't touch any halo, he just raised it gently.

His eyes swept over the light clusters one by one, as if communicating with them.

He seemed to be saying hello, and he seemed to be comforting these spiritual materials.

It's not a spiritual material, it's a spiritual thing.

"Om—"

There was a slight tremor, and a ball of light vibrated, and it slammed into the ball of light on the side.

Angry at being upstaged?

"Boom—"

A light group violently knocked away all the light groups around it, and then, like a vicious tiger, wanted to devour the light group in front of it.

This is, arrogant?

The light clusters seemed to come alive, some danced lightly, some retreated timidly, some bared their teeth and claws, and some were arrogant...

The group of light around Han Muye's body is truly wonderful!

The bursting halos intertwined, and they all moved.

At this moment, all the light clusters showed their spirituality.

This is the real spiritual thing!

"Look, this guy just went through the back door, and he won't get the approval of the spirits." Someone looked at the intertwined spirits around Han Muye and chuckled.

Spiritual things are all running around, of course there is no way to classify them.

"It's impossible for him to pass this test." Someone shook his head and said lightly: "The Tianlian Sect chooses disciples, naturally they want to find the real strong ones, and those who come by virtue of their relationships cannot be selected."

The various discussions of these people in the audience did not affect the perception of those who practiced Tianzong around the stage.

These strongmen of the Tianlian Sect were all surprised at this moment, staring at Han Muye in front of him and the light cluster around him.

"Stimulate the spirituality of all spiritual things, such methods are difficult for even a divine refiner to achieve."

"Apart from those Heavenly Refining God Masters in my Sky Refining Sect, who else can have such spiritual perception?"

"Being able to do this has already seen that his spiritual perception is at least at the peak, or even at the full level—"

The speaker's eyes widened before he finished speaking.

Because Han Muye's outstretched hand was slowly pressed down.

At this moment, all the spiritual materials seem to have understood his words, they danced slowly, and then divided into dozens of camps, each occupying one side.

The attributes of these spiritual materials are different.

Even their spirituality is different.

But this is the result of their free combination.

Respect their freedom and respect their choices.

What kind of craftsman can have such means and such a mind?

How many practitioners in the world can really regard spiritual materials as their friends?

Looking at these light clusters in front of him, Han Muye's eyes flashed with a trace of depth and joy.

"Whether it's a battle puppet or a battle armor, isn't it all like this?"

"The artifacts, celestial artifacts, and magic weapons in the prehistoric world are all closely related to the host."

"The owner of these treasures is like this, and the refiner should be even more like this. He regards all spiritual materials as his friends."

"No one enslaves anyone."

"Unexpected changes can only be achieved if we work together."

Not only the way of refining tools, but also other methods of cultivation.

To practice the way of swordsmanship is not to walk with one's own sword, the sword is with the people, and the sword is dead and the people are dead?

If the road of practice is entrusted to one, the spirit and the Tao will accompany each other and become eternal.

With the feeling in his heart, Han Muye seemed to see through the spiritual beings in the light clusters in front of him, see through their attributes, and even more clearly see through their spirituality.

Among the attribute power, there are also hidden attributes.

In spirituality, there is also a deeper level of power superposition and change.

This is like people, like all kinds of creatures, which seem simple, but actually have deeper power.

It's just that this power has not been stimulated yet.

Everyone has unimaginable potential.

At this moment, Han Muye felt as if a flame was burning in his heart.

He suddenly felt that all the refining methods and skills he had learned before were all imaginary.

Those battle puppets, those fairy treasures, so what if they are at the cosmic level, can they really stimulate the deepest potential of the spiritual materials?

No.

None.

If one can combine one's skills with the attributes of spirit objects, then the means of refining weapons will be to an unimaginable level.

In his heart, there is a desire to rise.

Turning around, he walked to the other side.

Over there is the last level, the refining tool.

"Can this pass the test?" Many people muttered in the audience.

Didn't really reach out, didn't judge anything, just passed the test like this?

Shady, there must be a shady in this.

"I guess, he must be the illegitimate son of a prominent figure in the Tiantian Sect."

"You don't need to guess to know for sure."

"I heard that he was the son of Duan Tianfeng, the patriarch of the Tiantian Sect, and the holy girl of Mo Yuan Dao, and his name seems to be..."

...

Han Muye stood in front of a stone platform.

On the stone platform, there are hundreds of ores of various colors.

In addition to ore, there is also a black sledgehammer, iron felt, and a large furnace.

"The third level, refiner."

"Use the ore in front of you to refine an artifact that shows the means of refining."

"The seal engraved on the stone platform contains the most basic method of refining Tianzong."

The voice rang in Han Muye's ears.

I see.

This is the end of most god-level trials.

Master the most basic means of refining, and then end the trial to become a god-level refining master.

Han Muye raised his hand to press on the stone platform, and various methods of forging weapons appeared in his mind.

Each of these methods has its own characteristics, and they converge into a method of refining that he knows or does not know.

"Five Fire Concentration Method."

"Thousands of tempering and three forging methods."

...

Pressing the palm on the stone platform in front of him, all the memories in Han Muye's mind merged.

Refining means continue to dissipate.

"I don't know how many refining methods he can memorize?" In the surrounding space, the strong men of the Sky Refining Sect looked at each other.

"Eight million years ago, Song Ziyang mastered 386 kinds of refining methods, and spent five million years traveling back through time to reach Tianzong."

"19.4 million years ago, Elder Chu Yang mastered 831 kinds of refining methods, and he directly stayed in Tianlian Sect."

"I wonder if this person can master three hundred kinds of refining methods?"

Everyone stared at Han Muye.

At this time, the tens of thousands of refining techniques in Han Muye's mind continued to dissipate.

In the end, the last refining method in his mind dissipated.

On the stone platform in front of him, all memory images disappeared.

I didn't remember a single refining method.

He even forgot all the refining methods he had memorized before.

But at this time, Han Muye was not only not depressed, but had a smile on his face.

With a long laugh, he stretched out his hand to grab a ball of spiritual material.

The spiritual material was thrown onto the furnace for calcination, and then struck with a black sledgehammer.

Pieces of spiritual materials were put on, and flames rose from the furnace in front of Han Muye.

One hammer, one hammer.

Everyone on and off the stage frowned.

What method is this?

No tricks at all.

This kind of hammering and hammering down just fused the spiritual materials together, entangled and wrapped them together by brute force.

With such means, how can there be any skills at all?

Such a person is also qualified to become a disciple of the Tianlian Sect?

"This guy, use some skill. Do you really want to trick his father?" Some people in the audience couldn't see Han Muye's behavior, and growled through gritted teeth.

You have to do a good job in acting too.

This kind of perfunctory is really too disrespectful to Lian Tianzong.

"This is, back to basics..." On the stage, in midair, a white-haired old man stared at Han Muye with surprise on his face.

"Returning utensils to utensils, everything has its own way, this is the way of refining utensils, he, he can't, he must have hit it by mistake..."

Those old men stared at Han Muye's hammer as if they had seen a ghost.

Under the hammer, a dark black scabbard slowly took shape.

This scabbard is ugly.

The black scabbard was hammered from a pile of ore, very heavy.

Zhang Li put the hammer aside, and then held the scabbard in his hand.

There was joy on his face.

In this scabbard, there is a feeling that connects his heart and blood.

"Hey, my son, I'm afraid we are not qualified to be under the family."

An old man with white beard shook his head and whispered.

Everyone else looked at each other and shook their heads.

On the high platform, a golden light rose.

The golden light covered Han Muye's figure.

Han Muye raised his head, and an old man in a blue robe appeared in front of him.

The old man was wearing a blue-gray robe, a light golden hair crown on his head, and silver streamers in his eyes.

This streamer fell on Han Muye's body, as if it could see through his entire body.

past.

future.

"Old man Duan Tianfeng is the master of the Tianzong."

"How about it, are you interested in becoming my disciple, and in the future, take charge of the Heaven Refining Sect, one of the three major weapon refining sects in the world?"

Sovereign disciple!

In the future, he will be in charge of the Heaven Refining Sect, one of the three major weapon refining sects in the world!

Han Muye narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked down at the black scabbard in his palm.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I'm not interested in Refining Heaven Sect."

"But I want to see how strong the Artifact Refining Technique of the Heaven Refining Sect is."