Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Stepping into the Realm of Bitter Immortals, Han Muye was shocked all over.

The boundless air that hit his face made him throb with the power of his blood.

The phantom of Kui Niu appeared and faded behind him.

The blood of Baxia hidden deep in the body quietly stretched, absorbing a trace of the power of heaven and earth.

The power of heaven and earth in this Kuxian Realm actually bears the traces of the ancient prehistoric times.

How can it be?

unless--

Han Muye narrowed his eyes.

Unless this place used to be the cave of some prehistoric power, and then fell here.

This can also explain why there are traces of prehistoric power here, and why there are so many monster races here.

Ahead, there was a flying monster intercepting it, and Han Muye threw it away with a single movement.

In the sky and on the ground, you can see monsters fighting chaotically everywhere.

There are also some demon clans who have taken human form, with a strong aura, and you can see the demon light soaring into the sky from a distance.

Guided by the bloody aura, Han Muye flew away for five days and landed outside a large green city.

The big city in the Kuxian Realm is different from the Yunteng Wasteland. The whole city is like a layered mountain, piled up layer by layer, straight up to ten thousand feet.

Green vegetation wraps the entire city, and demonic lights flicker from everywhere, making it extremely prosperous.

Outside the city where Han Muye landed, there were endless caravans, all queuing up to rush into the city.

When someone like Han Muye flew down, everyone was no stranger to it.

But someone still said: "Where did it come from? Go to the back row."

Han Muye turned his head to look, and saw that the person speaking was a four-armed man with a height of two feet, a body of green skin, and a head and face like a toad.

The big man was carrying a big basket on his back, the basket was full of gray-black ore, it looked extremely heavy.

Just looking at the size of the basket, it can hold a thousand catties upside down.

Behind the big man, there is a row of tall and strong bodies of similar appearance.

They all carry big baskets.

"The green sack family?" Han Muye whispered.

The Qingsang tribe is a low-level ethnic group in the Kuxian domain, and they are usually responsible for transporting ore.

It is only higher than the slavery status of those human races.

Coincidentally, Han Muye is a human race.

Therefore, this burly man of the Qingsang clan dared to glare at Han Muye.

Seeing Han Muye looking up at him, the big man snorted coldly, and stretched out one of his four arms, and patted Han Muye on the head.

If this blow was real, Han Muye would definitely be turned into flesh.

It's just that since Han Muye came from Yujian flying away, how could he not be able to take this blow?

He squinted his eyes, and a pale golden sword light flickered out.

"Stab—"

With a sweep of the sword light, the outstretched arm of the green-sacked man was cut off directly, and black blood spilled all over the ground.

This sword is so fast that everyone around only sees a flash of sword light, and it brings out a pool of blood.

"ah--"

"Killer—"

"Cut it off—"

The big man with the broken arm went limp and collapsed to the ground, roaring loudly.

Not far away, several figures flew towards them, hanging in mid-air.

Green robe and black armor, with two horns on his head, holding a long spear, and stepping on a dark golden flywheel under his feet.

This is the private army of some great monster, and it looks quite powerful.

"Who dares to intercept and kill the mine team of the Four Spirit Demon Kings?" The green-robed and black-armored army in the lead pointed their spears at Han Muye, and the demonic light condensed on their bodies, turning into a black goat covered in moiré patterns.

The other black armored soldiers also looked at Han Muye warily.

Although the big man whose arm had been cut off was trembling with pain, the corners of his mouth could be seen grinning, with a look of triumph on his face, he held the severed arm with his probing hand and took it to his shoulder.

On the severed arm, blue silk sacs continued to the shoulder wound like stitches.

But in the next moment, the big man's complexion turned pale.

The tried-and-tested method of regenerating severed limbs of the Qingsang clan has lost its effect!

The silk sac on the broken arm couldn't even reach the shoulder.

Light golden sword shadows flickered on the shoulders, cutting off all the silk sacs.

This arm is really broken!

The leading warrior in mid-air frowned and stared at Han Muye.

Bitter Immortal Realm is the territory of the monster race, but it does not mean that there are no powerful human races.

"Who the hell are you?"

The general shouted, lowered the spear in his hand, and prepared to form an formation to take Han Muye down.

To injure the person in their ore transport team face to face is to provoke the demon king.

Seeing the formation of spears, Han Muye narrowed his eyes, and a sword light gathered in his palm.

At this moment, a voice shouted not far away: "Get out."

The sound turned into a golden thunder shadow, which roared and exploded, knocking the generals ten feet away.

Qin Zhaoyuan, who was wearing a purple robe, took a step forward and landed beside Han Muye, cupped his hands and said in a low voice, "Qin Zhaoyuan has seen the city lord."

Han Muye came to the Kuxian Realm according to the agreement, so he must serve Han Muye as the master according to the agreement.

As for helping to save people, and searching for the remains of Xianjun, that is another agreement.

"That's the caravan under the throne of the Four Spirit Demon King, and they specialize in doing some drudgery."

"Since I have offended the city lord, I will kill them." Qin Zhaoyuan took a step forward, and the lavender thunder that shone from his body made the Qingsang people tremble.

The cultivation and killing intent condensed on Qin Zhaoyuan's body could instantly turn them into ashes.

The arrogance of Jinglei Qin Liuye was fully revealed at this moment.

Bitter Immortal Domain, there are no rules.

It is the rule to kill a lot and be ruthless.

Zidian, Jinglei, and Gale have all firmly grasped the rules in their hands.

"You don't need to do it." At this moment, a big man in a black robe strode up, holding a long knife in his hand, looked at the green-sang people, then raised the long knife, pointing at those who just got up Black Armor General.

"Go back and tell the Four Spirit Demon Kings that these smashings have offended the distinguished guests of my Zhulong Trading Company." A golden stream of light gathered on the big man's long knife, and there was a deep evil spirit in the blink of an eye.

"He should know what to do."

The big man's words changed the expression of the black-armored general, he nodded, not daring to stay where he was, turned around and led the flywheel to walk away.

"Zhulong Trading Company!" Someone among the figures queuing up whispered.

"Zhulong Trading Company is a big trading company rampant in our Kuxian Territory. I'm afraid the Four Spirit Monster Kings may not dare to offend them." There was the long-necked monster clan with four ears and four eyes on its head whispering.

"You don't know this? A hundred years ago, the Four Spirit Demon King offended a deacon and shopkeeper of the Zhulong Trading Company, and was chased and killed by the Zhulong Trading Company, and almost fell directly." Someone around whispered.

Those Qingsang clansmen were all trembling all over, not daring to raise their heads.

"Master Sword Immortal, Sixth Master, you don't need to talk to these ants, the Four Spirit Demon Kings will naturally give you an explanation."

The big man in black robe turned his head and bowed towards Han Muye and Qin Zhaoyuan.

"My name is Du Qiang, and I am the steward of the current caravan."

"The shopkeeper has ordered that our lives will be handed over to Lord Sword Immortal this trip."

Du Qiang lowered his voice and spoke respectfully.

The alliance between Han Muye and Chen Zhulong is based on the creatures of the Kuxian Realm in Yunlan City, and on that contract talisman. It can be said to be an unbreakable alliance.

It is normal for Chen Zhulong's subordinates to show such respect in front of Han Muye.

Han Muye nodded, looked around, and asked, "Where is this, and how should I go?"

Du Qiang winked at the people behind him, and they dispersed the surrounding monsters.

"Master Sword Immortal, this is Wanchong City, one of the thirty-two big cities in the Kuxian Domain."

"In fact, there are not many cities in the Kuxian Realm, and most of them live in groups of monster tribes."

"The other thing is to rely on a treasure land and enshrine a strong man as the demon king."

Du Qiang reported in a low voice, telling the information here.

The caravan of Zhulong Trading Company will stay in this big city for a few days, and then go to the next place.

Qin Zhaoyuan followed their caravan, firstly to hide their whereabouts, and secondly, to use the power of the business firm to find out more information.

Chen Zhulong has already confessed that the firm will not interfere with Han Muye and the others' affairs, and just cooperate fully.

When necessary, the entire army will be wiped out.

"Xiangtian Immortal Demon King's army is not far from here, that's why Wanchong City is so busy now."

"Xiangtian Immortal Demon King has occupied one of the two states of Kuxianyu, and the other great monsters can only jointly resist."

Du Qiang's expression was slightly serious.

The Xiangtian Immortal Demon King's murderous intent is extremely strong, if he really rules the entire Kuxian Territory, other races will inevitably be slaughtered.

The freedom of countless years in the Kuxian Domain will also be broken.

Although Zhulong Trading Company did not make it clear that it was opposed to the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King, it has been helping other Demon Kings deliver various supplies over the years.

"It is said that the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King obtained an ancient treasure, so that his combat power doubled, and the Huntian Immortal Demon King was seriously injured by it and nirvana." Qin Zhaoyuan also said with a gloomy expression.

They Jinglei Pirates were defeated by the strong men under the command of the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King, and then turned out to be traitors, and finally collapsed, even the few strong men were lost.

Speaking of the three great thieves in the Kuxian Domain, except for Zidian, they are rare. Both Jinglei and Gale have been defeated by the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King, and they have lost their strength in the Kuxian Domain.

"Let's go to the city first, let's talk about other things." Han Muye pondered for a while before saying.

Now that you have come to the realm of bitter immortals, you must find the remains of the immortal king before leaving.

As for the chaotic battle in the bitter fairyland, if you can't participate, you won't participate.

"Okay, this time my Zhulong Trading Company shipped 800,000 sets of semi-magic-level battle armor spears, which is enough for all parties to compete." Du Qiang showed pride on his face.

This is where their confidence lies.

Even the strong demon kings, Zhulong Trading Company dared to face them directly because they controlled powerful armaments.

This is what all parties in the Kuxian Domain need.

Sure enough, Du Qiang led Han Muye and the others straight into Wanchong City, and no one stopped them.

The city even sent a team of cavalry to guard the carts of the firm and enter the city directly.

The hovering city and the vegetation on the city wall seem to have spirituality.

Han Muye could see that once these blue vines form a formation, their power is extremely terrifying.

Walking along the avenue in the city, you can see many shops with various strange signboards.

Unlike the shops of the human race, these shops did not display the goods, but left some soul marks on the signboards.

If you want to trade, you have to enter the store and communicate with the owner.

Pills, weapons, and all kinds of spiritual materials, the shops here sell much fewer items than those in the big cities on the wasteland, let alone those under the rule of the major sects.

The name of the Territory of Bitter Immortals is also derived from the unavailability of cultivation resources, which highlights the barrenness.

After all, for the Yaozu, many resources are useless and will not be used.

There is no race in the world that has the dexterity of the human race, nor is there any race that is as resourceful as the human race.

Anywhere, as long as the human race occupies it, it can be developed into a prosperous world.

Until the top of the big city, the caravan was arranged in a vast house.

Both Han Muye and Qin Zhaoyuan have a quiet courtyard.

Flying all the way, although Han Muye was not tired, he still retreated first to sort out his own swordsmanship.

Obtaining Chen Mingjian's kendo inheritance, and fighting against the strongest of the Blood War Sect, he has gained a lot.

The extraction of various memories in Qingyu Sword alone is enough for him to digest it.

The comprehension of the practice system in another fairy world gave him a clear understanding of the improvement and optimization of his own practice method.

When he left the customs, Du Qiang was already waiting outside the courtyard.

Behind Du Qiang, followed a tall man in black armor with a height of one foot and four horns on his head.

"Haha, this is the distinguished guest of Zhulong Trading Company?" Seeing Han Muye walking out, the big man showed a smile on his face, stretched out his hands, and strode towards him.

"Since he is a distinguished guest of Zhulong Trading Company, he is also a distinguished guest of my Niu Siling."

The big man wanted to hug Han Muye's arm, but was blocked by the surging sword light from Han Muye's body, a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face.

"Master Sword Immortal, this is the Four Spirit Demon King."

Du Qiang stepped forward, bowed to Han Muye, and said in a low voice.

The demon king, at least one who is strong in the Void Transformation Realm, can rule one side, and is called the demon king.

As a Void Transformer, this guy is so attentive. I don't know if he was frightened by Zhulong Trading Company, or he is a good at calculating.

At least for the vast majority of immortal cultivators, a demon king can skip it as long as it is not a festival of life and death.

"Haha, what is the demon king and not the demon king? I don't like to hear that, brother Du." Seeing Du Qiang's respectful expression towards Han Muye, Niu Siling rolled his eyes and smiled.

"The smashing of those green sacks made the distinguished guests unhappy, and Si Ling is also angry with me." Niu Siling clenched his fists, looking filled with righteous indignation.

He looked at Han Muye, grinned and said, "But I know that even if I kill those guys, the honored guests won't care."

As he spoke, he reached out and took out a small wooden box.

"Brother Du said that the honored guest is a master of swordsmanship, and it just so happens that I have an ancient sword in my hand."

"I'm a rough man, and I don't know how to use a sword. This thing is given to a distinguished guest as an apology."

The wooden box is not big, only three feet long.

The blue and black lines reveal a trace of mystery.

Niu Siling held the wooden box in his hand, and looked at Han Muye.

Du Qiang's face remained unchanged, as if he didn't see this scene.

Han Muye pondered for a moment, then laughed and said, "Okay, since it's a gift from the Four Spirit Demon King himself, Han will just accept it."

He raised his hand to take the wooden box, and lifted the black and blue lid, revealing a simple and heavy dagger that was more than two feet long.

Although there is no fairy light to be seen on this sword, there are traces of fairy patterns that induce the flow of sword intent.

The grade is not bad, at least top grade magic weapon, half spirit treasure level.

Such treasures are nothing in the wilderness city, but in the bitter fairyland, they are already considered quite precious gifts.

Not to mention those few Qingsang clansmen, even the lives of 10,000 Qingsang clansmen can't compare with this ancient sword.

Han Muye sort of understood why the Four Spirit Demon Kings were able to escape from Zhulong Trading Company's pursuit, and resolved their enmity.

This guy is willing.

Niu Siling didn't stay in Han Muye's courtyard for long, he just invited Han Muye to sit in his place sometime, then smiled and left.

"He knows that our caravan has brought 800,000 soldiers, so he wants to get some points."

Du Qiang watched Niu Siling leave, and said in a low voice.

Now that the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King's army is overwhelming, the only way to increase his own strength and the combat power of his subordinates is to increase his chances of winning.

Really lost, then there will be more chips in hand.

Han Muye doesn't care how Du Qiang handles the transaction, that's the business of their Zhulong Trading Company.

There is something about that ancient sword, so put it away first.

He left customs because he still had other things to do.

Walking out of the small courtyard alone, from the top floor of the city to the half of the city at five thousand feet, Han Muye walked straight into a shop with a sign selling pills.

"The blood-dissolving pill is gone, and there are still a few bone-containing pills." An old voice came from the dim shop.

Han Muye stood in front of the counter, looking at the disheveled old man who was looking up.

The vigorous sword intent on Han Muye made the old man frown slightly.

"Sword repair..." The old man shook his head and muttered a few words.

"Deacon Zhou Sheng, one of the strong men in Zhantian Palace who sits in the Kuxian Realm, unexpectedly looks like this." Han Muye's face remained unchanged, and he spoke lightly.

His words made the old man glow with a sword.

The sword light disappeared in a flash, fell three feet away in front of Han Muye, and retreated back.

"Who told you my identity mark?"

Looking at Han Muye, the old man's eyes revealed a trace of laziness.

"Now the younger generation of Jianzong don't know how to respect the old and love the young?"

Respect the old and love the young?

When did the practice world have such a rule?

What's more, the older these practitioners are, the more powerful they are.

Who dares to be disrespectful?

Han Muye shook his head, raised his hand, and took out his identity token.

This token is half a finger long, and looks like a small blue-black sword, with a light golden streamer of fairy patterns on it.

The four sword lights flashed away.

Seeing the token, Zhou Sheng moved slightly, sat up slightly, and there was a golden halo in his eyes.

"Elite of the Four Palaces, no wonder." The sword light on his body faded, Zhou Sheng looked at Han Muye: "When did you become a genius like you among the descendants of my Sword Sect?"

Among the Xuanling Sword Sect, those who can have the status of the four halls at the same time are all absolute elites.

Especially the mysterious Zhanshen Temple, only the kind of top genius who is unique in a million can have the opportunity to step into it.

"Come on, what are you doing in Kuxianyu?" Zhou Sheng stood up while talking, flexing his waist, muttering in his mouth: "I'm most afraid that you guys will come, and nothing good will happen once you come."

With a wave of his hand, the door of the store closed, and then the scene inside changed into a small verdant courtyard.

Going straight to the stone table in the small courtyard and sitting down, Zhou Sheng took out a small wine gourd, took a sip, and then looked at Han Muye.

"I got news that it is related to the legacy of Xianjun, and the power of the sect may be needed."

Han Muye's words made Zhou Sheng, who had just taken a sip of wine, blushed and coughed heavily.

"Xianjun, ahem, are all the disciples of the younger generation so big-hearted?" Zhou Sheng took a few more sips, as if to calm himself down.

"Say, keep talking, let's see if there is anything else that can give me a headache." Zhou Sheng stuffed the wine gourd and looked up at Han Muye.

"I promised Sixth Lord Qin in Jinglei Pirates that I would help him rescue Jinglei Pirates."

Han Muye spoke calmly.

"Thunder Robber?" Zhou Sheng straightened his body, staring and said: "You want to fight against the Xiangtian Immortal Demon King?"

Han Muye didn't speak, Jin Huo stuck his head out from behind his shoulder.

"Fuck, Phoenix..." Zhou Sheng trembled, subconsciously opened the wine gourd, took another sip, and suppressed the shock.

Han Muye shook his head, a blue light flashed in his hand, and a blue long sword appeared.

"Clear Rain Sword?" Zhou Sheng stood up, frowning.

"Senior Xu Mingjian has fallen, I got this sword, and I'm here to report it." Han Muye let go of the hilt of the sword and spoke loudly.

Regret flashed in Zhou Sheng's eyes, he nodded and said: "Brother Xu's bloodline imprint disappeared back then, we were all prepared."

Looking at the long sword, he sighed in a low voice: "I'll wait for the first sword cultivator to practice and die outside, it's better than wasting time."

His gaze returned to Han Muye, with a trace of solemnity in his eyes.

"Don't worry, as long as you are a disciple of the Sword Sect, even if you come to the Kuxian Realm to shake the sky, the sect will protect you."

"It's just that when the sect needs your help in the future, just remember the affection of the sect."

Xuanling Sword Sect is an alliance of kendo practitioners. There is not much relationship between master and apprentice among disciples, and more is mutual support, relying on the power of the sect to obtain more resources.

After using the resources of the sect, they need to return them in the future.

In the sect, the more elite disciples are, the more resources they can mobilize.

Because the greater the investment, the greater the return.

When these elite disciples grow up, their own strength and influence are the accumulation of the power of the sect.

"good."

Han Muye put away his long sword and token, nodded to Zhou Sheng, glanced at the wine gourd in his hand, then turned and left.

When he walked out of the small courtyard, Zhou Sheng's originally upright body relaxed.

He licked his lips and looked at the wine gourd in his hand: "The wine is good wine, but it's lacking..."

"It's quite a lot, half of the wine in Yunlan City is in this gourd." Li Yungang, the head of Zhantian Temple, who was wearing a green robe, walked out.

"This kid is very smart, he probably knew I was coming by smelling the wine." Shaking his head, Li Yungang also took out a wine gourd, took a sip and said, "I'm careless."

Zhou Sheng smacked his mouth, nodded and said: "Sword Immortal Yunlan, this kid has a strong sword intent."

"However, is it really so fierce as you said, that even your hands itch?"

He tried it just now, and it seems that he is not particularly strong.

"Itchy hands?" Li Yungang's eyes shone brightly, and he lowered his voice: "In the past 30,000 years, there are not many guys who can make me pursue challenges."

What he said made Zhou Sheng smile, clapped his hands, stretched his waist, then stretched out his hand to break off a half-cut branch from a dead tree beside him, and waved it a few times.

"That's an interesting person, don't break it in the bitter fairyland."

"It just so happens that that guy Xiangtian has been making a lot of noise recently."

Speaking of this, he was slightly taken aback, and looked up at Li Yungang: "Did you come to Kuxianyu for this kid, or for Xiangtian?"

Li Yungang laughed, but didn't answer, turned around and left with the wine gourd in his hand.

Zhou Sheng glanced at his back, the wooden branch in his hand turned into a slender blue-black sword, and then slanted his back behind him.

With messy hair, he walked out of the small courtyard: "I'm going to go around, I always need to find some helpers, and I have to say hello to everyone..."

...

Han Muye left Zhou Sheng's shop, did not go straight back to the small courtyard where he lived, but continued to walk down the city.

This Wanchong City became more and more tidy as it went up to the upper floors, where all the strong people lived, but it became more and more messy as it went down, and the people who walked through it were all low-level monster races.

After all, Wanchong City is the big city of the Kuxian Territory, which can be seen by both the monster race and the human race.

Han Muye's appearance as a sword-carrying immortal cultivator is not too unusual for walking on the street.

It's just that most human cultivators are disheveled, unlike Han Muye who is neat and tidy, making people afraid to approach them.

"Hey, such a handsome human race, would you like to come to stay in my chrysanthemum building? Don't worry, the spirit stone is enough." On a three-story pink pavilion, a coquettishly dressed female cultivator reached out to greet him.

"The skin is pretty good. I'm afraid it's some big demon?" In the opposite pavilion, there was a demon with a head as big as a bucket and covered in black and white rubbing his hands, his eyes turned around Han Muye.

Han Muye ignored these people and just walked forward quickly.

He stopped in front of a two-story quaint building.

"Guest officer, my Qingshuidu Feiyin in Tu Ling Pavilion is a must, and the three spirits and four immortals are all top-quality products, do you want to try it?"

In front of the small building, a horse-faced monster with a green turban on his head stepped forward to solicit.

Outside the small building, there is a strong aroma wafting.

Han Muye has had no appetite for many years.

Taking a sip at this time, I was actually a little emotional.

He nodded, and followed the buddy into the small building, where he saw many tall monsters hunched over, feasting there.

All kinds of meat aromas are overflowing.

Han Muye walked into the small building, but no one looked up at him.

"Guest officer, the upper floor is more elegant." The horse-faced man seemed to be not surprised, and led Han Muye up to the second floor.

Sure enough, there were not as many people below, and the small wooden tables were far apart, with only three or two people sitting around.

Sitting down at the wooden table by the window, Han Muye said, "Take a portion of all your signature dishes."

The clerk hurriedly bowed in joy, and then retreated downstairs.

Han Muye glanced at the other people on the second floor, and the two tall human immortal cultivators on the opposite side nodded slightly to him.

On the other side, a mad cow with a full head of mane sat opposite two human races with a demonic aura.

They turned their heads to look at Han Muye, but they didn't say hello, they just drank and ate meat on their own.

Han Muye turned his head to look out of the window again, and there were monsters of different shapes walking on the street, shouting loudly.

This kind of exotic style is not interesting.

But after a while, several guys brought up various dishes.

In the clear soup water, there are agile ruler-long whitebait swimming. Take a little bamboo chopsticks, and the whitebait turns into a strong immortal energy and swims around.

This is the signature dish Shimizu Tohiyin.

Other dishes also have their own characteristics, with a variety of colors, flavors and tastes.

Han Muye rarely ate a lot before he put down his bamboo chopsticks.

At this time, the guests on the second floor have changed.

"Guest officer, how is the food?" The horse-faced waiter who had been waiting by the stairs stepped forward, smiling all over his face.

Han Muye nodded, raised his hand and took out a mid-grade fairy stone and put it on the table, then said: "These dishes are somewhat similar to those in my hometown, maybe help me find your chef, I'll ask a few words."

A middle-grade fairy stone!

This table of dishes looks full of fairy spirit, if it is outside the realm of Kuxian, it may be worth ten fairy stones.

But in the Bitter Immortal Realm, at most five fairy stones are enough.

Han Muye's generosity made the guy tremble, he hurriedly picked up the fairy stone, nodded and said, "I'm going to invite the chef over here."

Han Muye nodded, and after waiting for a while, he saw a big man from the Qingniu clan who was wearing a black robe with a bib around his waist, with a swollen face, walking up the stairs.

The big man stared at the bull's eye, glanced around, grinned, and walked to Han Muye's desk.

He was too tall and strong, so he could only bow his head slightly.

"Guest officer, how is the food?"

"I heard that your hometown is also in the Hulunbair Prairie?"

Han Muye nodded, tapped his fingers on the table, and said softly, "That's the closest place to the sky. The blue sky and white clouds make it unforgettable."

The eyes of the big man of the Qingniu clan fell on Han Muye's fingers, and there was a trace of solemnity in his big eyes.

"Indeed, the last thing our family can forget is our hometown grassland."

After finishing speaking, he grinned and said, "Well, you're really a fellow townsman. In this way, you can save a place, and when I'm done working in this shop, I'll bring some side dishes to find you for a drink."

Han Muye stood up, raised his hand and handed over a jade slip, then went downstairs.

When he went downstairs, the horse-faced guy from before leaned over to the big man of the Qingniu clan, and asked curiously: "Brother Big Zhuang, do you still have such a rich fellow?"

Hearing his words, the big man grinned and crushed the jade slips.

"What fellow, I've been in Kuxian Realm for three thousand years, and I've long forgotten what the grassland looks like, so I just chatted with him."

"Don't lose my share of the fairy stone."

With his hands behind his back, the big man bowed and left.

The horse-faced guy shook his head, muttered a few words, put on a smile again, and went to attract other guests.

Han Muye left the small building, instead of staying in the lower city, he quickly returned to his small courtyard in the upper city.

A golden light curtain rose, and he sat cross-legged and took out the wooden box that Niu Siling had given him.

"It's really interesting to buy a box and return the pearls." He pressed his palm on the wooden box and whispered with a chuckle.

The golden fire behind him also flew down, stood on the wooden box and whistled softly.

"This is Honghuang sycamore wood, a treasure that is as famous as Tongtian wood and Fusang wood?"

Pressing the wooden box with his hand, traces of blue immortal energy surged in Han Muye's palm.

When Niu Siling took out the wooden box, a message came from the golden fire hidden on his shoulder behind his back.

For the Phoenix family, the Honghuang sycamore tree is an extremely valuable treasure.

Back then, it was said that there was a sycamore tree on Yunchao Ridge in the western border of Tianxuan World.

When sycamore wood is lit, it can provide a blazing flame, and it can last for thousands of years.

This flame can not only provide strength for Phoenix Nirvana, but also give birth to its own fire attribute power.

Of course, the small piece in front of me is definitely not enough.

It's good for Jinhuo to play with.

Putting down the wooden box, Han Muye's eyes fell on the two-foot simple short sword in the wooden box.

Probe grasped the hilt of the sword.

The short sword is slightly heavy in the hand, and the hilt is rough, showing ancient clumsiness.

"Canglang—"

Pull out a section, and you can see the mysterious fairy pattern on the body of the sword.

Han Muye's eyes fell on the fairy pattern, and there was a glimmer of light in his eyes.

Raising his hand, several golden pages appeared on the desktop.

The inheritance paper of Tongtian Immortal Venerable.

Han Muye pointed his fingers on the paper, and a few streaks of fairy light were drawn across, and golden fairy patterns emerged.

"It's not the fairy pattern, it's the divine pattern of the Da Luo Zhoutian God Realm."

Gradually grasping the hilt of the sword, Han Muye's eyes were completely silent, and a faint fairy light and sword intent poured into the dagger.

"Let me see where this sword came from."

Sword intent surged, and pictures flashed in his mind.

"Om—"

There was a soft sound.

The screen freezes.

"Brother?"

"Master said that if I come to the Rain Immortal Realm, I will be able to see you. It is true."

A middle-aged Taoist man wearing a green and yellow Taoist suit, with a shining fairy light all around him, raised his head and smiled softly.

Han Muye had seen this Taoist before.

Five million years ago, when the Immortals preached the Dharma.