Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

The Three Qin Sword Sect happened.

Han Muye nodded.

Back then, he killed so many people from the Three Qin Sword Sect with one sword, including disciples of the Tailing Sword Sect.

Later, Jianzhantang went to investigate, and the matter would definitely come to light.

"Since it is an outing mission, where danger is inevitable, it is indeed necessary to choose a suitable sword."

Han Muye looked at the bowed Outer Sect disciples, and then pointed to one of them.

"You first demonstrate the swordsmanship you practice on weekdays, and I'll see what kind of sword is suitable for you."

The disciple named by Han Muye was stunned for a moment, and then cupped hands in surprise: "My name is Sun Dayong, and I meet Brother Han."

Saying that, he pulled out the iron sword in his hand, made a starting gesture, and then waved it.

The other disciples hurriedly stepped back, making way for the small space.

Maybe he was dancing his sword in front of Han Muye, or maybe he was watching with inner discipline. Although Sun Dayong was serious, his swordsmanship looked really miserable.

When he finished the sword dance, he was a little embarrassed and stood there at a loss.

"If you want speed without speed, if you want strength without strength, you can't keep up with your eyes and changes. At this level, you dare to participate in the expedition and suppression mission?" Zhao Youzhi's side, an inner discipline with a long sword in his hand said coldly.

Sun Dayong's face was blushing and he didn't dare to look up.

This assessment is fair.

Han Muye agrees too.

It's just that people are here to lead the sword, can he comment on that?

The sixth brother has taken Spirit Stones, so naturally he has to think of a way.

Sitting in front of the long desk, Han Muye tapped the table with his fingers.

On the first floor of the entire Jiange, there was only a slow tapping sound of "dong dong dong".

Picture after picture circulated in Han Muye's mind, Sun Dayong's sword practice was magnified, and then repeated every move.

Comprehend Xuanyuan swordsmanship, wrong wood.

After realizing the swordsmanship, the picture in Han Muye's mind changed again, and it was not Sun Dayong's slow-moving appearance.

Every move is straight, the strength and speed change, and Sword Ray is much more magnificent.

This swordsmanship is not bad. It needs some assistance, as well as corrections to the swordsmanship.

Sun Dayong, who was standing there, was uneasy and couldn't help but look up.

"In this way, on the left hand side, the thirty-first wooden frame, the third row, the fifth sword."

Han Muye suddenly spoke up.

Sun Dayong hurried over, followed the mark, took the sword, and held it in his arms.

At this moment, he seemed to put all his hopes on Han Muye's guidance.

As if the sword Han Muye helped him choose must be the best for him.

Seeing him like this, the inner disciplines frowned.

Jian Xiu, without firmness of heart, how can it be accomplished?

"This sword is called Luo Ye, it is three feet, one inch and six points long, the blade is one inch and four points wide, and the blood groove in the middle is half an inch deep."

"The sword weighs thirteen catties and five taels, and the hilt is wrapped in rosewood."

"This sword is very suitable for wood vein swordsmanship. It is not heavy, and it does not win with speed. The most important thing is to be calm."

When Sun Dayong walked back holding the sword, Han Muye spoke.

Every time he said a word, the faces of everyone in the sword pavilion became more surprised.

This sword watcher can actually remember the weight and length of any sword in the sword pavilion?

Even, he can even tell the advantages and disadvantages of the sword refining method.

The expression on Sun Dayong's face became more and more pleasant, and he held the sword even tighter.

"This sword can exert 100% of your swordsmanship power. You practice it again, and the movement is three points faster. Don't look up when the sword is out, just look at it from the corner of the eye."

"Also, your wrist doesn't seem to be strong enough. First, tie the hilt and wrist with cloth strips."

Han Muye then spoke.

In the sword pavilion, Huang Laoliu turned to look at him and muttered a few words.

Sun Dayong has no doubts about what Han Muye said, and hurriedly followed suit.

Zhao Youzhi and others on the side stopped choosing swords, staring at Sun Dayong and wrapping his wrists.

What Han Muye said just now makes sense to these inner disciplines.

Although they can see the shortcomings of Sun Dayong's sword moves, they can't really give pointers.

Hearing Han Muye say it at this time, I immediately felt a sense of clearing the clouds and seeing the sun.

"Kuraga-"

When the long sword was unsheathed, Sun Dayong stabbed his sword without raising his head.

This sword is three points faster than before.

Just these three points made the sword move completely different from before.

An icy murderous aura instantly filled the air.

"Thorn-"

The long sword swept across, and the cold light it brought up made Jiang Han and the others retreat subconsciously. Sun Dayong also felt the change in his sword moves. Every sword was extremely attentive, paying attention to the combination of Dao and speed.

After the twelve strokes of the wrong wooden swordsmanship was completed, the sword pavilion was silent.

Sun Dayong held the sword, bowed deeply towards Han Muye, then took a few steps back, turned to look at Jiang Han and the others behind him, and grinned silently.

He could feel himself transformed.

Looking at Sun Dayong, who seemed to have a strange temperament standing there, Zhao Youzhi was shocked.

He remembered what his master said.

"I'm waiting for the sword to be repaired, and of course I have to trust the sword in my hand."

"If you have a sword in your hand, you have a sword in your heart."

"At that time, it was the beginning of sword cultivation."

Sun Dayong at this time, didn't he have a sword in his hand and a sword in his heart?

"There is a sword in my hand, and a sword in my heart." Zhao Youzhi whispered to himself, his eyes shining brightly.

"Senior brother, my name is Tao Shiwu, and I repair Xuanyuan swordsmanship notch."

"Senior brother, I, I cultivate willow leaves."

"Brother..."

The remaining Outer Sect disciples rushed forward, bowed to Han Muye, and spoke excitedly.

Han Muye smiled and waved: "Don't worry, come one by one."

...

Half an hour later, Jiang Han gratefully led the brothers to bow to Han Muye, and then strode out of the sword pavilion.

At this time, on the first floor of Jiange, apart from Han Muye and Huang Laoliu, only Zhao Youzhi and the others were left.

Several people looked at each other.

Just now Han Muye helped Sun Dayong and the others choose swords and instruct them in swordsmanship.

After each Outer Sect disciple was instructed by Han Muye, the power of swordsmanship was doubled.

Such means, even those deacon masters of the Foundation Establishment late stage in the door do not have it.

I am afraid that only the strong in the situation have such vision and insight.

Zhao Youzhi took a deep breath, stepped forward, and bowed to Han Muye.

"Senior brother, I was wrong."

After he finished speaking, he cupped his hands again and said, "Senior brother, please help me choose a sword."

Taking a step forward, he placed a certificate of merit on the long case.

A piece of merit, worth 100 Spirit Stones.

Huang Laoliu stared at the certificate of merit, unable to move it away.

Several other people also rushed forward, each handing a certificate of merit.

Compared with the combined long sword and swordsmanship instruction, what is a certificate of merit?

Six merit certificates are six hundred Spirit Stones.

Huang Laoliu turned to look at Han Muye.

How does this guy make money like a robbery?

Looking at the certificate of merit in front of him, Han Muye shook his head slightly.

Zhao Youzhi and the others' faces sank.

Huang Lao Liu, who was just about to reach out, froze in midair.

"That, Brother Han, you are all from the same family. If you can help, you can help." Huang Lao Liu coughed softly and said in a low voice.

He couldn't bear the six hundred Spirit Stones!

Zhao Youzhi and others cast a grateful look at Huang Laoliu.

Han Muye shook his head with a chuckle and said, "Let's go."

Before waiting for the desperate Zhao Youzhi and others to speak, Han Muye continued, "You stayed in the sword pavilion for too long today, you have to choose a sword, and come back tomorrow."

tomorrow!

It's not that I reject myself, it's just because I've stayed for too long today, Sword Qi was hurt!

Zhao Youzhi and others hurriedly bowed happily: "Thank you, brother, for reminding us, we will come back tomorrow."

There is nothing wrong with missing the sword today, as long as you can receive a long sword that can be used together, you can get the guidance of this senior Han, and it is worth waiting for a day.

Zhao Youzhi and others left, Huang Laoliu took the six pieces of meritorious deeds, then looked at Han Muye and looked up and down.

"Brother Han, why do you know so much about those swords? Also, how do you know these sword moves?"

Hearing his words, Han Muye leaned back and narrowed his eyes.

"Sixth brother, in the sword pavilion, we have to watch swords, people, and swordsmanship."

"This is it, the swordsman of the sword pavilion."

After speaking, he turned his head and looked at the layers of wooden frames.

"Every sword here is wiped by our own hands, they are like our children."

"Are you willing to put them in the wrong hands?"

It seems that in response to his words, in the sword pavilion, there was a loud roar.