Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Is it the return of the young patriarch of the Hanshan tribe?

Feng Zhen and the others looked at each other, stood up, and walked out of the hall of the stone house.

As soon as he went out, he saw a group of Jinwu people rushing towards a big man surrounded by a group of Jinwu people under the mountain.

The big man was carrying a big bow, and the young men behind him dragged a gray-yellow boar nearly ten feet long.

The wild boar only had a big hole on its forehead, and the blood on its body had not dissipated, and the rising blood was pervading.

"That's your young patriarch? He really is a hero." Lu Changlin forced a smile on his face, and said as he looked at the Golden Crows who were striding forward.

Feng Zhen on the side looked intently and shook his head slightly.

"Haha, that's Han Dingyi from my family. This kid is good at bow and arrow." Han Chaohu laughed and stretched out his hand to wave.

As soon as Han Ding came back, he heard the people around him say that someone was coming, so he hurried over.

As he bowed his hands to the crowd, there was a condensed energy and blood floating on his body.

"Hey, your kid has made a breakthrough?" Han Yunhe looked at Han Dingyi with joy on his face.

At this time, Han Dingyi's aura was obviously not the fourth level of Yuanling, but the fifth level.

However, because he had just broken through and his qi and blood were not yet stable, the Golden Crow phantom was still a little weak.

But everyone can see that this golden crow phantom is the green color that is only available at the fifth level of Yuanling.

Feng Zhen and Lu Changlin also saw it, but their eyes were all on the big bow behind Han Dingyi at this time.

This big bow brought them a little pressure!

This is a very powerful weapon!

There are such treasures in the Jinwu Hanshan Mountains?

A master who has broken through to the fifth level of Yuanling is good at bow and arrow, and he is in charge of such a good bow.

Lu Changlin felt that, except for him and his younger brother, no one in his family could block the arrow shot by this big bow.

Feng Zhen also narrowed his eyes slightly.

Han Yunhe broke through, and there was such a master bowman. Although the Jinwu Hanshan tribe was small in number, its combat power was much higher than expected.

Fortunately, there are few people in Hanshan.

Han Chaohu saw the expressions of the two of them, smiled lightly and said, "Dingyi, why didn't the young patriarch come back?"

This is also what Lu Changlin and Feng Zhen care about.

Especially Lu Changlin, his heart moved at this moment.

The young patriarch of the Hanshan tribe has not returned, could it be that his younger brother made a move?

"If the Hui people are old, the young patriarch said that we need to gather some herbs, let us come back first." Han Dingyi said loudly.

Hunting today, they followed the young patriarch, and the young patriarch did not make a move along the way.

There was pride on his face.

After they hunted down a few small animals, they came across the tall mountain boar.

This wild boar with obvious strength and good cultivation did not block his arrow.

An arrow shot directly through the boar's head.

In the past, this kind of wild boar was besieged and killed by the clan elders, and it would be difficult to win.

With the mental impact of killing the wild boar with one blow, and triggering the power of the three divine patterns in the longbow to bless himself, Han Dingyi made a breakthrough in cultivation and stepped into the realm of the fifth level of Yuanling.

Hearing that Han Muye didn't come back, Feng Zhen showed a trace of regret on his face.

He came here really just to see Han Muye.

Lu Changlin breathed a sigh of relief.

Han Muye was not killed by his younger brother, so he didn't have to turn against Feng Zhen now.

As for the future, we will talk about it later.

Just turning around to look, Jinwu Hanshanbu is not weak now.

If you want to kill their young patriarch, I'm afraid it's not easy to attack by force, it's best to wait until he is on the order.

Perhaps, I should find my younger brother to join forces.

Han Muye did not return, Feng Zhen and Lu Changlin did not stay long either.

Han Chaohu and the others smiled and sent the two of them out of the station. While inviting them to wait for the succession ceremony of the Jinwu Hanshan clan chief, they said that when the young patriarch returns, they must report the two young patriarchs.

Fengzhen took a wooden box, which contained two pieces of spiritual mines, and an elixir with thousands of years of medicinal power, which he said was a gift from himself.

Lu Changlin had no choice but to hand over the short knife stuck in his waist.

Han Chaohu took it with a smile on his face, and then watched the two leave.

When the two figures walked away, the smile on his face faded and slowly turned into a cold one.

"The patriarch Fengzhen may have really come to visit, but Lu Changlin may not have come to trouble our Hanshan tribe." Han Yunhe, who was beside Han Chaohu, said in a deep voice.

"If it's a gift, it's not even a present." Han Dingyi sneered while reaching out to hold the horn of the big bow he was carrying.

Several people looked at each other and laughed out loud.

However, within three or two days, the young patriarch left the customs, and his blood was awakened.

Han Yunhe's cultivation level went up to another level, and Han Dingyi not only stepped into the fifth level of Yuanling, but also got the big bow rewarded by the young patriarch, and his combat power was greatly improved.

In this way, the strength of the entire Golden Crow and Han Mountain Division has increased many times at once.

The Lutang Black Leopards, who had never dared to face them in the past, no longer had any fear.

"The young patriarch really went to find the elixir?" Han Yunhe looked at Han Dingyi curiously.

Han Ding nodded, looked towards the distant mountains and forests and said, "That's what the young patriarch said."

...

At this time, Han Muye was not really looking for the elixir, but ran forward following the guidance of a pale golden divine pattern in front of him.

He was so fast that many wild animals around him fled in fear.

After crossing the lake where he stopped and killed Lu Changshan last time, he didn't stop, and rushed directly into the forest ahead.

After running for tens of miles, he stopped in front of a cliff.

"Roar--"

There was a violent tiger roar, and a strong black tiger jumped down from the cliff.

But when he saw that it was Han Muye, Heihu turned around and lay down on a bluestone not far away, staring at Han Muye with agility in his eyes.

"I said I'd come find you."

Han Muye chuckled, stepped onto the bluestone, and raised his hand to press Heihu's head.

Heihu was shocked, and wanted to back up, but found that he could not move at all, so he could only obediently let Han Muye stroke the black and white hair on the top of his head.

"Give me back that long gun, I still have use for it."

Following Han Muye's words, Hei Hu felt that his body could finally move.

Shaking his confused head, Heihu turned around and led Han Muye up the cliff, to a cave on a rocky cliff of several tens of feet.

Walking into the cave, there is a boundless atmosphere in it.

"Good bastard, he knows how to find a place." Han Muye cursed in a low voice.

This place is clearly a place with a strong source of power.

Practice in such a place, the speed will be much faster.

After all, the Great Wilderness is still the domain of divine beasts, and the best places are in the mountains, in the hands of these powerful monsters.

All other races, unless there are true spirit powerhouses in command, are powerless to resist these powerful monsters.

After traveling for more than a mile, the black tiger stopped in the large stone room.

This is where its lair is.

This is also the place where the source power is the strongest.

Han Muye looked around, guessing that this place must have the power of the earth veins to gather such a rich source.

"Roar--"

Heihu took the battle gun that belonged to Lu Changshan.

Han Muye reached out to catch it, looked it over, then found a flat place to sit cross-legged, and put down the basket on his back.

Taking out a fiery red brick-like spirit mine from the basket, a golden flame rose from Han Muye's palm.

He came this time to fuse this battle gun and refine a long sword for himself.

Although the Yuansheng Sword is also sharp and strong, it is a short sword and cannot display his strength.

Only a long sword can show his strongest strength.

With a long sword of good grade in his hand, he has the confidence to fight against the strong of any race under the true spirit.

Hei Hu was startled by the flame in Han Muye's palm.

It watched in a daze as Han Muye melted the spear and the flame-fired iron, then fused them together, and slowly began to remove impurities.

As if thinking of something, Heihu turned his head and ran out of the cave.

Han Muye ignored it, folded the fused spiritual materials continuously, extracted 30% of them in the void, and slowly condensed them into a three-foot long black sword.

shaping.

polished.

Seal carving divine pattern.

The four gods are the limit of this long sword.

Whether it is the black gold raw iron used to make the battle gun or the piece of fiery refined iron he brought, they are not really the best materials, and it is the limit to carry the four gods.

"Om—"

With the long sword in hand, the edge of the sword vibrates, and power that seems to tear apart the void flashes from the edge of the sword, extending towards the surroundings.

With this sword in hand, Han Muye's strength would have multiplied countless times!

"I have two swords, Ziyan and Qingming, and now I have a short sword, Yuansheng. This sword should be called Heiyuan."

Heiyuan Sword.

The long sword vibrated lightly, as if in response.

Looking up, Han Muye saw a few black stones in Heihu's mouth, and put them in front of him.

"The raw ore of Yanhuo Refined Iron?"

Han Muye was taken aback, and raised his hand to beckon a piece of raw ore weighing tens of kilograms.

The raw Yanhuo refined iron ore that has not been smelted has such a dark appearance, and the fiery red after smelting is completely invisible.

"Is there any more?"

Han Muye looked up at Heihu.

Heihu growled a few times in a low voice, but did not leave.

"Haha, this guy is still bargaining with me?" Han Muye laughed, weighed the raw ore in his hand and said, "Give me a hundred yuan of raw ore, and I will give you the real spirit bone to practice for an hour."

Heihu's eyes lit up when he heard the words "true spiritual bone".

It whimpered and seemed unsatisfied.

"One hour is the limit your body can bear, and you won't be able to handle any more." Han Muye shook his head and drank.

Heihu hurriedly turned around and ran away.

When it came back, Han Muye had already smelted the pile of black rough stones.

It was just a little depressing that Han Muye found that it was really not worthwhile for him to use the Golden Crow Divine Flame to smelt this raw ore.

The original power consumed by the flames is much more precious than the refined iron of the flames.

Heihu ran several times and brought back more than a hundred pieces of raw ore. Han Muye melted all of them and condensed them into a fiery red spiritual material with a radius of two feet.

Throwing the real spirit bone to the longing Heihu, Han Muye's hands began to slowly smelt the spirit material as the flames changed.

Yanhuo refined iron is very fire-resistant, and it is suitable for refining Danding.

It's just that it is impossible to engrave the divine pattern that can possess the power of space, and the refined Danding is more than three feet high, and the whole body is golden red.

The blessing of the three divine patterns made Dan Ding look extraordinary.

"Om—"

Han Muye uncovered the cauldron, and put the healing medicine in his hand into it.

He didn't have a suitable elixir for alchemy, so he could purify this wound medicine.

It only took half a quarter of an hour to purify an ordinary wound medicine.

When the cauldron was uncovered, a faint medicinal fragrance made Heihu not far away raise his head.

A moon-white elixir with faint golden lines fell into Han Muye's hands.

At this time, the elixir, Hunyuan, shone brightly all over, and it was different from the previous black pill.

The healing effect of this elixir has been increased by at least three times.

Putting away the elixir, stretched out his hand to pat the cauldron, Han Muye turned around, raised his hand, and retracted the real spirit bone in front of Heihu.

Heihu shook off the black and white fur on his body, and a faint surge of energy and blood surged.

This hour is also of great benefit to it.

"Help me take care of Dan Ding."

"In the future, you go to find those raw ores. As the old rule, a hundred yuan will let you realize the true spirit bone for an hour."

Knowing that the black tiger could understand what he said, Han Muye spoke loudly.

Heihu was reluctant to have his real spirit bone taken back, but he agreed with just a few whimpers.

So what if you don't agree?

The Golden Crow divine flame that Han Muye showed when refining the sword and the cauldron just now made it tremble.

Seeing Heihu's agreement, Han Muye picked up the basket in satisfaction, turned around and said, "If there is a precious elixir, I want it too."

After speaking, he lifted the Heiyuan sword and strode out of the cave.

Dan Ding stayed here because he didn't want the people in the clan to doubt him.

Both the practice method and the sword weapon are easy to talk about, but where did such a large ding tripod come from, and how to explain it?

Although the people of the Hanshan tribe are simple, they are not fools.

To integrate into the Jinwu tribe, one must remember one's current identity.

The patriarch of the Hanshan tribe of the Jinwu tribe.

It's much faster to go back to Hanshan.

Using the Heiyuan sword to control Feidun, it fell under Hanshan Mountain with just a stick of incense.

This is also the reason why Han Muye didn't use the power of Yuan Ling.

If he pushes the flying sword with all his strength, he can traverse thousands of miles within a hundred breaths.

This is a great wilderness, every inch of the world is extremely stable, to break through the barriers of the power of the world and fly away, and still be able to travel thousands of miles, is the means only of the true spirit powerhouse.

For Han Muye's return, Han Chaohu and others breathed a sigh of relief.

Even if they know that Han Muye is extremely powerful, nothing will happen, but the current Han Muye is the pillar of the entire Hanshan tribe. Without Han Muye's support, the Hanshan tribe will definitely not be able to deal with all ethnic groups.

"Feng Zhen, patriarch of the Black Jiao Clan, and Lu Changlin, patriarch of the Black Leopard Clan in Lutang?" Hearing Han Chaohu and the others report that these two had been here, Han Muye's expression changed.

Maybe Fengzhen really came here to visit him. As for the Black Panthers, nine out of ten they didn't have good intentions.

"This is a gift from Patriarch Fengzhen."

"This is the dagger that Lu Changlin took out."

Han Yunhe showed the gift received to Han Muye for a review.

Things are considered good things for Han Shanbu, but Han Muye doesn't like them, so he waved his hands and let Han Yunhe and the others arrange them themselves.

After everyone left, Han Muye sat cross-legged and began to practice. While deriving and practicing the Heaven-Suppressing Art passed down by the patriarch, to stabilize his eighth-level Yuanling cultivation base, he deduced several cultivation methods in the clan.

Spearmanship, bow and archery, as well as the clan's Haotian rampant energy.

These exercises are practiced by most members of the clan, what Han Muye needs to do now is to optimize them and improve the effect of practice.

No matter how much he practiced according to the previous practice method, he couldn't attract enough original power, and naturally he couldn't awaken the blood power.

Only after optimization, the practice method that fits the power of heaven and earth at this time can awaken the blood power of the clansmen.

Moreover, these clansmen have already practiced these exercises, and with a little modification, they can accept them faster.

In the next few days, Han Muye passed on the revised exercises and the Sky-breaking Fist to his clansmen, and then gathered all kinds of elixir for alchemy.

With Han Dingyi's cultivation breakthrough and his new longbow, Han Muye is no longer needed for hunting.

The clan eats a lot more these days, and the children are cheering and running around every day.

Unknowingly, half a month.

"Patriarch Han Shao, this is the elixir that our elders asked us to send." A group of white-tailed fox tribe came to Hanshan and sent a lot of elixir.

These are what Han Muye said before, and Hu Qiang helped to collect them.

"The elder said that in exchange for the supplies of these elixir, we can wait until he comes to the Hanshan tribe to participate in the patriarch's succession ceremony."

The middle-aged man in a leather robe cupped his hands and said.

Obviously, Hu Qiang knew about Han Shanbu's family background.

Han Chaohu also breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

There is no way, Han Shanbu is really poor now.

The elixirs that the young patriarch asked for were expensive, and the clan couldn't exchange them for anything valuable.

"Then how do I do it?" Han Muye shook his head, raised his hand and took out a jade white pill.

"The quality of this healing medicine is pure enough to exchange for these elixir."

It is said that this pill cannot be exchanged for these elixirs, but this pill is so pure that not everyone can take it out.

In this way, the price is not based on its original value.

After receiving the elixir, the middle-aged white-tailed fox sensed it, and a strange expression appeared on his face.

His family traded around, and he knew the value of this elixir.

According to the rumors in the market, the healing elixir with such medicinal power can exchange more than two copies of the elixir brought today.

"Young Patriarch, don't worry, I will definitely deliver this pill to Elder Hu Qiang."

The big man spoke solemnly.

In his opinion, this is a gesture of favor from the young patriarch of the Hanshan tribe.

Han Chaohu and the others don't know why Han Muye has such a pill in his hands, but they saw him take out one last time, it is probably the legacy of the previous patriarch?

It's just that I don't know what the young patriarch's collection of these elixir is for.

When the white-tailed fox tribe left, Han Muye turned to look at Han Chaohu and the others behind him.

"In the depths of the mountain forest, I found a place where a senior sits and is guarded by a mysterious black tiger."

"There is a alchemy tripod over there, and there are some inheritances."

In the past ten or so days of getting along, Han Muye showed many things that were different from ordinary people, and now he blamed that black tiger.

He also deliberately arranged some arrangements for the cave where the black tiger was.

When he took Han Chaohu and others into the forest, entered the cave, and found the alchemy tripod he made, as well as the raw ore collected by Heihu, plus some scattered divine patterns, he immediately believed it.

It seems that the patriarch of the young family is not only deeply cultivated and talented, but also very lucky.

According to what the young patriarch said, when he masters the method of alchemy, the cultivation speed of the clan will be ten times faster in the future.

Han Chaohu and the others retreated quietly from the forest.

Afterwards, these hunters had another task, which was to bring the raw ore collected by the black tiger back to the tribe.

It's just that smelting raw ore is not cost-effective at all, and Han Muye plans to save more raw ore and send it to the Qinglu clan 3,000 miles away for smelting.

There is a ground fire in the residence of the Qinglu Clan, which is suitable for smelting. There are also two refiners in the clan. Although the refined things are rough, they can be refined.

"Om—"

The cauldron vibrated, and three cyan-like jade pills flew out of it.

As soon as the elixir came out, the fragrance overflowed.

Han Muye raised his hand to pick up the pills, flicked one of the pills with his fingertips, and threw one of them in front of the eagerly looking Heihu.

Heihu caught it in one gulp and swallowed it in his mouth.

After swallowing the elixir, the qi and blood on his body began to vibrate, and his body, which was originally more than ten feet long, slowly swelled, and did not stop until he was two feet away.

Between the opening and closing of the eyes, there is a lot more mighty.

A faint blue illusory tiger shadow emerged.

Before he knew it, this black tiger already had the cultivation base of the seventh level of Yuanling.

With this level of cultivation, coupled with its own blood power, almost none of the ethnic groups within a radius of tens of thousands of miles can defeat it.

In this mountain forest, there are few opponents.

The black tiger roared loudly, extremely happy.

"Don't be in a hurry, my pill is not so easy to get."

Han Muye let out a low drink, interrupting Heihu's long roar.

Hei Hu whimpered softly, looked at Han Muye, with an admirable look on his face.

"I'm going to visit the Green Deer Clan in two days, and I need you to help me pull the cart."

Han Muye spoke.

pull cart?

Pull the car!

The majestic monster of the seventh level of Yuanling, pulling a cart?

Heihu's eyes widened, with a fierce look on his face.

It was only this fierce look that appeared, Han Muye stared at it, and it flinched again, so it had no choice but to nod.

Han Muye put away all the refined pills, then put on the baskets containing several elixir plants, carried the Heiyuan sword on his back, and tidied up the short sword Yuansheng stuck in his waist before striding out of the cave.

Passing through the mountains and forests, Yu Jian flew to escape, and when he arrived outside Hanshan, his mind moved, and he quietly lowered the flying sword to escape.

Thirty miles away from Hanshan Mountain, more than ten figures walked quietly.

"Human race?"

Those figures are clearly all humans.

There was a cold look in Han Muye's eyes.

Now he himself is not a human being, but a Jinwu tribe.

The human race Wanhua Xianchao has always been besieging and killing the Jinwu people.

These human races must have come to besiege and kill the Hanshan tribe.

It's just that since the previous patriarch Han Qi desperately killed those human races who besieged and killed the Jinwu tribe, the Hanshan tribe has not seen human races here for a hundred years. Why are people coming now?

Is it because of the news that he has inherited the patriarch, or is it because of other reasons?

The Qi and blood in Han Muye's body slowly surged, he took a deep breath, moved his body, and moved forward quietly.

"That's the Hanshan Department."

In front of a mountain, a middle-aged man in a black robe pointed forward.

Beside him are fifteen human races of various shapes.

These people have a lot of qi and blood on their bodies, and there is also a touch of the power of heaven, the original power is added to the body.

God's favor is a unique symbol of the Qi refiners of the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty.

They are all from the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty.

"The Jinwu Hanshan tribe is suspected to have awakened the power of the bloodline, and the order of the captain is to cut the weeds and eradicate the roots."

At first, a big man with a long knife behind his back had killing intent in his eyes, and let out a low shout.

The others nodded, slowly dispersed, and walked in the direction of Han Shan.

After only taking a few steps, everyone's figures froze.

In front, a slender young man in gray linen clothes stood there.

On the young man's forehead, there is a light golden golden crow pattern emerging.

Golden Crow!

"Who are you?"

At first, the big man slowly grasped the handle of the long knife on his back, and shouted in a low voice.

He quietly winked at the surrounding humans.

"Aren't you here to look for me?" Han Muye smiled, gently put down the basket he was carrying, and then raised his hand.

Heiyuan, the long sword behind him, was out of its sheath, and the other hand was on the hilt of the short sword Yuansheng at his waist.

"boom--"

The big human man in front of him has already drawn his sword and flew up.

"kill--"