Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The guards of several peak human immortals from the Jujin Trading Company shot, but they stole and scattered these wastelands with one blow.

The leader of the barren bandits, who was cultivated as Tianzun, was full of blood, tied up with a golden rope and dragged to the deck with a look of despair.

"The wilderness bandits on the Fuliao wasteland can't be killed and killed." The big man knew he was going to die, he gritted his teeth and roared.

Who let there be too many low-level monks, and the resources are all in the hands of the big sect?

If the low-level immortal cultivators don't grab it, what should they do?

"The rules of my Jujin Firm are that harmony makes money." Zhao Chen stepped forward and patted the big man on the shoulder.

He took out a gleaming high-grade fairy stone and stuffed it in the big man's lapel.

"Remember, this young master is Zhao Chen, the young owner of Jujin Trading Company. You can come to Yunteng Wasteland to find me in Yunlan City in the future." Lifting the collar of the big man, Zhao Chen threw him off the flying boat.

With the cultivation base of Tianzun, not to mention the ten thousand zhang void, even if it falls from the sky of a hundred thousand zhang, nothing will happen.

It's just that the whole body's cultivation base is locked by the talisman, and it will inevitably hurt his muscles and bones if he falls.

Seeing the surging clouds under the flying boat, Zhao Chen suddenly turned around and looked at Han Muye: "Brother Han, take me to the Immortal Burial City."

His words made Chu Lao and Song Zhong slightly taken aback.

From the time Zhao Chen followed Han Muye to Yunlan City, he never showed the kind of daring to fight.

He has good business acumen and communication skills, but he doesn't have Zuo Baichou's means and ability to control the overall situation.

The Jujin Trading Firm in Yunlan City is far inferior to the prosperity of Wanshen Trading Firm.

In the eyes of Mr. Chu and the others, Zhao Chen didn't have much ambition. To meet such a nobleman as Yunlan Sword Immortal, this life was enough, he had no shortage of wealth, and he also had a backer.

According to their assumptions, Zhao Chen will basically deal with Yunlan City and Jianzong in the future, and control this business route with constant financial resources.

Never expected that Zhao Chen would say that he would follow Han Muye to Bury the Immortal City.

Is there a place where a cultivator who has not yet reached the fairyland can go?

The name of Burial Immortal is no joke.

"Why?" Han Muye also showed a hint of curiosity on his face.

He also knew Zhao Chen.

This guy is very afraid of death.

"Look, the wilderness bandits who gave us headaches back then look like poor people now." Zhao Chen stretched out his fingers and pointed into the distance, with a look of emotion on his face.

"This practice world always has to see more and farther to be interesting."

Turning his head to look at Han Muye, Zhao Chen looked solemnly: "Brother, I'm afraid that when you go to the Immortal Burial City and come back later, I won't even be qualified to walk with you."

Peer qualifications!

Elder Chu and Song Zhong trembled and looked at each other.

It turns out that the young master from home has such wisdom!

Don't look at Zuo Baichou in charge of Yunlan City, but he gave up the opportunity to walk with Yunlan Sword Immortal.

In the future, when Sword Immortal Yunlan returns to Yunlan City, Zuo Baichou at that time may not be qualified to walk with Immortal Sword!

Opportunities in the world are in hand, if you don't fight for them, if you don't fight for them, you will be eliminated!

Han Muye looked at Zhao Chen.

I have to say that although this guy is sometimes out of tune, he is sharp.

As one's practice gets higher and higher, fewer and fewer people can walk with him.

Unknowingly, all the people I made friends with were golden immortals, even Da Luo who was above golden immortals.

Few of those who followed him back then could keep up with him.

I don't know how many people in the mortal world can walk with me?

"Okay, I haven't stayed in Jianzong for a long time, so you have to hurry up if you want to prepare anything."

Han Muye's words made Zhao Chen smile.

"OK!"

"City of Burying Immortals, haha, Lord, I also have time to go to City of Burying Immortals!"

"Old Chu, don't tell my parents about this, or they will break my legs..."

As the flying boat moved forward, it encountered some robbers along the way.

It's just that the banner of gathering gold is unfolding, and they basically retreat in spite of difficulties.

Five days later, the caravan arrived outside Yunlu City in Yuze Prefecture.

The flying boat landed, and there was already a team of sword cultivators waiting outside Yunlu City.

Since Han Muye stepped into the territory of Yuze Prefecture, he has already sent a message to Yunlu City as a disciple of the Sword Sect, Han Muye.

When opening the various teleportation arrays, he also needs to show his identity.

"Han Muye in Zhenxuan Hall?" The green-robed sword repairer holding a scroll in his hand looked up at Han Muye who had come down from the flying boat.

"At the order of the guarding elder, I will take you for questioning."

The sword cultivator waved his hand, and several sword cultivators flew up behind him.

Han Muye didn't move, but a sword light rose from behind him.

A black-robed swordsman stepped forward, and the surging sword light exploded from his body, imprisoning the surrounding space.

Those sword cultivators who flew over flew back backwards.

The leader, Qingpao Jianxiu, had an ugly expression on his face, and looked at Han Muye with horror: "I know that you were rampant in the trial hall, but you must know that you are also a disciple of my Sword Sect!"

He is only a celestial being, but the cultivation level of the sword in front of him is tyrannical, and he can't block a blow in front of it.

But as a disciple of Jianzong, it is impossible for him to turn around and run away.

Han Muye waved his hand, and the Mo Luo clan sword cultivator backed away.

Han Muye hung a pale gold badge on his chest.

The identity mark of the disciple of Zhenxuan Palace.

The green-robed sword repairman on the opposite side and the people behind him are all disciples of the Zhenhuang Palace.

Back then, Han Muye's trial at the trial site was interrupted because the people from the Town Hall of Desolation obstructed it.

On the contrary, it was Wang Minghe and others from Zhenxuan Palace who helped him deal with it.

"Hu Ziwei, it's not your turn to take care of the affairs of my Zhenxuan Hall disciples." Not far away, with a loud shout, several figures approached with swords.

Looking at the person in front, Han Muye showed a smile on his face.

"Senior Brother Wang, please stay safe."

Wang Jintai, the guardian disciple Han Muye met in Qingyun Town.

It was Wang Jintai who recommended Han Muye and attracted his great-uncle Wang Minghe's attention, so he had the opportunity to become an elite of the Four Palaces and get the opportunity of Yunteng Wasteland.

Speaking of which, Wang Jintai can be regarded as Han Muye's nobleman.

But for Wang Jintai, Han Muye is also his opportunity.

It was Han Muye who attracted the attention of Zhenxuan Hall, and he got the chance to be recalled to Yunlu City.

In recent years, Wang Jintai in Yunlu City has been well nourished, surrounded by several strong men from Zhenxuan Palace.

"Haha, the elders sent me a message saying that you were coming back from the Yunteng Wasteland, and the elders asked me to pick you up." Wang Jintai laughed, stepped forward, and saw the restrained guards behind Han Muye. Smile is better.

"How about the wasteland? In the past few years, the Kuxian Realm has been booming. It is said that many elites from various sects have gone to the Yunteng Wasteland."

"I heard that Yunlan Sword Immortal Han Wudi turned the Yunteng Wasteland upside down by himself. Have you ever been to Yunlan City?"

Turning his head to see Zhao Chen, Wang Jintai put on a smile on his face: "Zhao Shaodong, my brother didn't cause you any trouble in the wasteland, did he?"

cause trouble?

Zhao Chen shook his head with a strange face.

Now the world only knows that there is a Yunlan sword fairy Han Wudi in the wilderness, but Han Muye's real name has been forgotten.

When it came to Yunlu City in Yuze Prefecture, even Wang Jintai didn't know that Han Wudi was Han Muye.

After all, Yunlan Sword Fairy Han Wudi's reputation is too great, and Han Muye is just a disciple of the Sword Sect with some potential.

Sword Immortal Yunlan can cross the fairy world, and in the eyes of those big bosses in Jianzong, it is also an existence worthy of attention.

Han Muye is just a slightly troublesome elite of Zhenxuan Hall, and he may be an elite of the Two Halls.

"Wang Jintai, when Han Muye absconded and left, he was inseparable from the chaos in Sanhuo City." The disciple of the Zhenhuang Palace over there shouted, pointing at Han Muye.

"When he comes back today, he should be detained first."

Detain?

Zhao Chen turned around and shouted coldly: "Get lost!"

Behind him, Song Zhong's Celestial Immortal cultivation exploded, knocking those Jianzong disciples into the air.

Seeing this scene, Wang Jintai showed envy on his face.

Jujin Trading Co. climbed the line of Yunlan City in the wilderness. It is said that an elder said that in the future, Jujin Trading Co. will take care of the business under Jianzong's rule.

Zhao Shaodong immediately became the hottest existence in Jianzong, not to mention punishing the little disciple today, even the guarding elder would not dare to offend him.

When his eyes fell on Han Muye, he immediately felt envious.

It seems that we still have to follow the right person.

Han Muye followed Zhao Shaodong, and there will be many opportunities in the future.

"Don't talk to them, Elder Chen Qiu and Elder Yu Ze are hosting a banquet, invite Zhao Shaodong and Brother Han to the banquet." Wang Jintai cupped his hands towards Zhao Chen and said loudly.

The guardian elder hosted a banquet?

If Zhao Chen had wanted to experience this feeling of returning home in good clothes before.

But now he wants to follow Han Muye to Bury the Immortal City, how can he still have time for the banquet?

He had to quickly prepare the supplies needed to go to the Immortal Burial City.

"Forget it, I won't go." Zhao Chen waved his hand, glanced at Han Muye, turned around and left with a smile.

Han Muye turned his head to look at the Mo Luo guards who were following him, and said in a low voice, "You guys will also be with Zhao Chen."

Hearing his orders, those guards and the majestic men transformed from monsters all followed Zhao Chen and left.

A trace of regret flashed across Wang Jintai's face.

Ben was also planning to establish some relationship with Jujin Trading Company.

Looking at it now, Han Muye probably doesn't hold much weight under Zhao Shaodong's command.

That's a pity.

"Let's go." Wang Jintai nodded to Han Muye, leading him to fly away to Yunlu City.

Of the five guardian elders in charge of Yunlu City, Chen Qiu and Yu Ze are both from Zhenxuan Hall, while Wu Chaoshen and Xiong Ke are from Zhenhuang Hall.

Another elder, Su Yunong, does not belong to their two halls, but has always been a peacemaker.

It is also because of this that the Zhenxuan Hall and the Zhenhuang Hall are fighting each other, the affairs in Yunlu City are always entangled, and the entire Yuze Prefecture is in constant turmoil.

Coupled with the changes in the current general situation, there are even more flames of war.

When Wang Jintai led Han Muye to the main hall in the city, he suddenly thought of something, turned his head and said, "Brother Han, how are Du Sanzhen and the others doing now?"

Du Sanzhen and the others all came out of Qingyun Town, and they were familiar with Wang Jintai.

"They're okay." Han Muye said softly.

It's really okay.

Du Sanzhen's cultivation level is already a celestial being, only a little lower than Zhang Zhenbiao's. It can be said that his cultivation level has increased by more than a hundred times in these years.

As for the resources in their hands, they are also infinitely richer than they were back then.

In Yunlan City, they all have their own industries and serve in the military guards.

"That's good." Seeing Han Muye's understatement, Wang Jintai didn't ask any more questions.

The Yunteng Wilderness is much more dangerous than the Fuliao Wilderness, and Du Sanzhen and his cultivation might not be really good there.

In front of the main hall, Chen Qiu, Yu Ze, and Su Yunong, three guardian elders, were waiting there.

"Report to Elder, Han Muye will bring you here." Wang Jintai hastily bowed.

Han Muye also bowed his hand.

At least it wasn't Chen Qiu and Wang Minghe guarding the trial hall at the beginning, he probably didn't even have the chance to pass the hundred steps in the trial.

"This body of sword intent is condensed, it seems that it has been a good experience in the wasteland." Chen Qiu looked Han Muye up and down, with a smile on his face.

Yu Ze and Su Yunong also nodded with a chuckle.

It must be extraordinary to be able to return from Yunteng Wasteland.

What's more, Han Muye broke the trial record of Yunlu City back then, and he was a genuine elite.

"It was all thanks to the help of Senior Wang Minghe and the elders, otherwise I would not be here today." Han Muye raised his hands and cupped his fists, and said softly.

Returning to Yunlu City, he really felt a lot of emotion.

In the ten years since he left Yunlu City, he has hardly stopped killing in the wasteland.

Also in the past ten years, his cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds, and various opportunities have continued.

The accumulation of Yunlan City gave him the foundation to rise in the fairy world.

"They're all from the same family, as it should be." Chen Qiu was satisfied with Han Muye's attitude, and smiled and stretched out his hand to invite him into the hall.

Food and wine have been placed in the hall.

To be honest, there are really few such delicacies in the wasteland.

Even if Yunlan City is a big city in the wasteland, there are still not many things to enjoy.

Han Muye was not polite either, he swung his bow left and right, and drank his glass to the brim.

Chen Qiu and the others looked at each other and couldn't help chuckling.

Life on the wasteland is bitter...

From time to time they asked a question, and Han Muye tried his best to answer.

Of course, Yunlan City and Yunlan Sword Immortal were the ones they asked the most.

Han Muye's answer was: "Yunlan City is considered a big city, but it's not as rich as Yunlu City."

"Yunlan City doesn't have such good wine."

"Sword Immortal Yunlan, that's it."

...

In Wang Jintai's view, Han Muye didn't really understand the big city rising in the wasteland at all, so he answered perfunctorily.

As the guarding elders, Chen Qiu and the others knew more about the inside story.

Han Wudi is also a disciple of Jianzong, and it is said that he is probably an elite of the Four Halls.

Maybe it's because they are also elites of the Sword Sect, one has risen to become a big boss, and the other is still struggling, that's why Han Muye said so lightly about Yunlan City and Yunlan Sword Immortal?

"By the way, Han Muye, how many floors did you step on in the trial ground?" Yu Ze suddenly looked at Han Muye curiously, and asked.

Han Wudi may be an elite of the Four Palaces.

The person in front of him is said to be an elite of the second hall, and may even become an elite of the third hall.

It's just that outsiders don't know how many steps they have stepped through.

How many steps?

Han Muye put down his wine glass, pondered for a while, and was about to speak when he suddenly stopped.

"Boom—"

The door of the main hall was knocked open, and an angry sword cultivator strode into it.

"Xiong Ke, are you here to seek trouble?" Yu Ze frowned and said in a cold voice.

Chen Qiu beside him also showed a cold expression.

On the contrary, Su Yunong looked a little embarrassed.

Normally, he is not close to Zhenxuan Hall and Zhenhuang Hall.

"The thing he committed at the beginning has not been settled, so it's inappropriate to be the guest of the guardian elder so grandly, isn't it appropriate?" Xiong Ke glanced at Han Muye, and said with a sneer.

Chen Qiu snorted, stretched out his hand to pat the long table in front of him, and stood up: "Xiong Ke, my Zhenxuan Palace and your Zhenhuang Palace will be decided through trials this time, you don't need to find fault at this time."

"Han Muye is from Zhenxuan Hall, if you want to trouble him, you can come directly to me."

Xiong Ke turned his head to look at Chen Qiu, his body surging with fighting spirit.

But he didn't intend to do anything now, he just sneered and said, "Okay, we'll see the result in the trial."

He glanced at Han Muye again, smiled, turned and left.

Between this and that, the atmosphere cooled down.

"Ahem, err, I have something else to do, let's take a step first." Su Yunong shook his head, stood up and left with his hands clasped.

Above the main hall, it was a bit dull for a while.

"Hey, what kind of guardianship is this? If you really don't have it, just stay in the sect and enjoy yourself." Yu Ze whispered, picked up the glass in front of him and drank it down.

Chen Qiu also shook his head, and sighed lowly: "I rely on the sect for my cultivation. Now that the sect needs it, how can I not try my best?"

Looking at Han Muye, seeing his calm face, Chen Qiu whispered, "You have seen the chaos in Yuze Prefecture, right?"

Han Muye nodded.

"Not only Yuze Prefecture, but also other states." Chen Qiu whispered.

The Xuanling Sword Sect is in charge of the seven states, and each state is guarded by several immortals, which requires more than thirty strong men.

This does not include the arrangement of some important places.

The strong Zongmen were dragged everywhere, but they couldn't really manage all parties well.

These celestial beings are not as good as those guarding disciples back then.

When Wang Minghe was here, he managed the Yuze Prefecture in an orderly manner.

"Nowadays there is chaos in the Daoist sect, and our Sword Sect needs to gather strength, so the various halls discuss and determine various powers through trials." Yu Ze looked at Han Muye, his eyes flickered deeply, and said softly.

very simple.

This time, because of the matter in Yunlan City, Jianzong needed to send his disciples to garrison Xianxian City.

According to the performance of the disciples of the hall in the city of burying immortals, each hall will delineate the positions of guards in the seven states.

There are many inheritances of the Xuanling Sword Sect, and there are only a few truly powerful halls.

"So, the two elders want me to attend on behalf of Zhenxuan Palace?" Han Muye put down his wine glass and said with a smile on his face.

Chen Qiu and Yu Ze looked at each other and nodded.

They don't need to hide anything anymore.

This time, it happened that Han Muye came back, and Zhenxuan Palace had already negotiated to let Han Muye go to the City of Burying Immortals, just to complete the trial that was not completed at the beginning.

"Ahem, asking you to go to the City of Burying Immortals is a little unreasonable. Elders, you can ask for anything you want." Chen Qiu lowered his voice and raised his hand to draw the word "immortal".

fairy treasure.

Han Muye can receive a fairy treasure.

This reward is not small.

"Forget it." Han Muye shook his head, stood up, and looked outside the hall.

"I was the one who provoked the task of reinforcing the Immortal Burial City this time, and I was going to the Immortal Burial City, instead of the Zhenxuan Palace." After Han Muye finished speaking, he bowed his hands to Chen Qiu and Yu Ze.

"I'm going to find the reincarnation of Senior Wang Minghe, so I'll take my leave first."

After speaking, he moved and disappeared.

In the hall, Chen Qiu frowned, and slowly looked at Yu Ze.

Yu Ze also looked solemn.

"He said, he provoked this task?" Yu Ze asked in a low voice.

Chen Qiu nodded: "This guard mission is because Yunlan Sword Immortal, the lord of Yunlan City, broke the layout of the Immortal Burial City, so—"

Yunlan Sword Immortal!

Yu Ze widened his eyes, turned his head slowly, and looked outside the hall.

"So, he, he is Han Wudi?"

"Sword Fairy Yunlan, Han Wudi, Han Muye..." Chen Qiu's face slowly turned red.

He reached out and grabbed the jug in front of him, and drank it in one gulp.

"Haha, happy!"

Opposite, Yu Ze also laughed.

Who would have thought that the elite juniors they helped by the way because they valued them at the beginning, have reached this level!

The city lord of Yunlan City in the Yunteng Wasteland, a big boss in the fairy world, can participate in the layout of the bitter fairyland, which ruins the plans of all the sects, and Jianzong also helps carry everything.

Such a character, he actually watched him grow up.

carefree!

Han Muye did not stay in the hall, but left Yunlu City directly, and then walked forward slowly.

Ahead, there is a small village, surrounded by spiritual fields, where many immortal cultivators are working.

Han Muye walked across the field and saw a group of eleven or twelve year old children wielding wooden swords on a flat ground.

On the side, an old man with white beard was holding an iron sword in his hand, and was constantly shouting.

"Chen Zi, the sword is too slow."

"Wang Dahe, your hand is like a chicken paw, where is your strength?"

The old man was full of energy and his voice was loud, and the children were all nervously swinging their swords.

Han Muye stood on the ground and watched, watching the old man teach the basic sword skills of Xuanling Sword Sect here.

It was not until more than half an hour later that the old man waved his hand, and the children dispersed.

"Why, is there a seedling you like?" The old man who had noticed Han Muye walked slowly towards Han Muye, and asked.

On Han Muye's chest was the emblem of Zhenxuan Palace.

"Wang Zijian." Han Muye said softly.

"Haha, good eyesight." The old man laughed, put away the iron sword in his hand, and showed a smug expression on his face.

"These ten or so little fellows, only Wang Zijian will be stronger in the future."

"This kid has a natural reaction to Jian Tian."

With a look of regret on his face, the old man looked at Han Muye: "You can take him away, but you must obtain the kid's consent."

Slowly raising his hand, holding the long sword horizontally, the old man said solemnly, "Beat me in front of them."

The scattered children also saw the situation here, and slowly gathered around.

"Look, the one in front of you is an official disciple of Jianzong, and he has a badge of discipleship." The old man said loudly.

All the children's eyes fell on Han Muye's chest, with envious looks on their faces.

"Today he wants to find a disciple to take away. I made an appointment with him. As long as he can beat the sword in my hand, I will let him choose at will." The old man shouted again.

Choose one to be a disciple?

An official Jianzong disciple wants to find someone to be his disciple?

The eyes of the children became more eager.

Even the immortal cultivators who came to hear the news all looked envious.

Everyone here is just a disciple of the outer sect of the Sword Sect, and no one is qualified to be a disciple of the Sword Sect.

These children will go to participate in the trials when they grow up, but I don't know if there will be one or two who can really become Jianzong disciples.

It is a chance to become a disciple of Jianzong.

Han Muye glanced around and nodded.

"Canglang—"

The old man drew his long sword out of its sheath and turned into a whirlwind, slashing towards Han Muye's neck.

This sword was fast and went straight to the vital point, so Han Muye had no chance to dodge it.

"when--"

A sword light in Han Muye's hand blocked the sword.

The old man didn't take back the sword in his hand, but spun it again with the force of one blow.

Han Muye swiped the edge of the sword in his hand, and the long sword kept clashing with each other.

The two swords collided, and the sound of the swords rang together.

The old man kept attacking, but he couldn't get three feet in front of Han Muye.

"when--"

With a long cry, the old man flew back, holding a long sword, and looked at Han Muye.

"Sure enough, he is a disciple of the Sword Sect. His sword skills are superb. I am ashamed of myself." The old man cupped his hands, and then raised his long sword flatly: "Please attack me with a sword, so that I can see the skills of a disciple of the Sword Sect."

From the beginning to the end, Han Muye did not take the initiative to strike a sword.

At this time, he nodded, and the sword in his hand turned into a whirlwind, and a flickering flash appeared in front of the old man.

The old man raised his sword to block it, but he missed it. The edge of the sword made a mark on his collar, and then returned to the scabbard.

"Accepted." Han Muye cupped his hands, and then looked at a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy beside him.

"I'm taking him away."

The child raised his head and looked nervously at Han Muye, then turned back to look at the old man, and then at a middle-aged immortal cultivator in a gray robe.

"Zijian, hurry up, kowtow to Master!" The gray-robed middle-aged man showed surprise on his face, and hurriedly shouted.

The child hesitated for a moment, and was about to bend and kneel when Han Muye raised his hand to stop him.

"I still have something important to do. I'm not in Yunlu City for the time being. I will bring him to the city and teach him to a senior brother."

Han Muye raised his hand and threw a storage bag to the gray-robed immortal cultivator.

"In the future, you can also go to the city to see him."

The gray-robed immortal cultivator took the storage bag, poked his divine sense into it, trembled all over, and widened his eyes.

Hearing Han Muye's words, he looked up in a daze, the corner of his mouth trembled, and he nodded.

One hundred thousand immortal spirit stones!

This is a fairy stone that he could never earn in his life!

No matter what, it was worth it to spend one hundred thousand fairy stones as settlement expenses.

"Excuse me, the sword wind asked just now, why, why is it different?" When Han Muye led the children away, the white-bearded old man asked eagerly.

"There is no Tao in your sword." Han Muye shook his head, and with a movement of his body, he had already disappeared with the child.

If he hadn't seen that the old man's swordsmanship was not good enough, he wouldn't have taken away Wang Minghe's reincarnation right now.

"There is no way..." The old man shuddered all over, looking at the sword in his hand, he was momentarily dazed.

"Yes, I was wrong. I knew it back then, and I haven't changed it yet..."

"Brother, I was wrong..."

...

When Han Muye told Wang Jintai that the child in front of him was the reincarnation of Wang Minghe, Wang Jintai was stunned.

They also looked for it, but they never found it.

Han Muye would not have been able to find it this time if he hadn't had a casting plate.

"Junior brother, if it is really the reincarnation of our uncle, we will protect him more, teach him carefully, and wait for him to regain his past life memories." Wang Jintai said solemnly.

"Senior Brother Wang, this is something I left for seniors. I will discuss other matters when I return from Immortal Burial City." Han Muye handed a storage bag to Wang Jintai, and then left.

City of Burying Immortals?

Wang Jintai looked at Han Muye's back in surprise.

He looked at the storage bag in his hand, stepped into his divine sense, and widened his eyes even more.

Magic treasures, spirit treasures, spirit stones, pills...

The treasure in this storage bag is worth at least 100 million fairy stones!

Even the guarding elders couldn't come up with so many treasures!

Turning to look at Wang Zijian standing there nervously, Wang Jintai forced a smile on his face.

"Wang Zijian? Good name, let me take you to meet my elder Wang and see how talented you are in cultivation."

A day later, Han Muye and Zhao Chen stood in front of the teleportation formation outside Yunlu City.

Behind them, apart from Elder Chu and Song Zhong who followed Zhao Chen, Han Muye's guards, and a hundred big monsters.

Not far away, Chen Qiu, Yu Ze, Wang Jintai, and all the elders of the Wang family stood still, while Wang Zijian stood aside, a little embarrassed.

On the other side, several old men from Jujin Trading Company, and a woman with tears all over her face were wiping away her tears.

"Hey, I said don't tell my mother." Zhao Chen scratched his head and gave Chu Lao a look.

"Mother, don't worry, I'm here for business, not for anything else." Zhao Chen waved to the woman over there.

When the woman heard this, her face became even more sad, and she was about to struggle to come over, but was stopped by a fifty-year-old man with a face somewhat similar to Zhao Chen's.

Seeing the old man holding the woman, Zhao Chen said angrily: "Old man Zhao, if you dare to bully my mother, I will never end with you!"

He rolled up his sleeves and waved his arms.

The old man pulled a smile on his face and let go of his hand.

The woman on the side broke free and wanted to go forward again.

Zhao Chen hurriedly said: "Mother, I'm doing a big business, you see, I have Brother Han to take care of me, so nothing will happen."

Zhao Chen looked at Han Muye, with a look of pleading on his face.

Han Muye nodded, raised his hands, and said, "Don't worry, Auntie."

As his voice fell, a sword light soaring from his body pierced the sky and the earth!

The brilliance of this sword light changed the color of the entire Yunlu City with a radius of ten thousand miles, and the immortal energy surged in a land of one hundred thousand miles!

Peerless Sword Immortal!

This kind of strong man, even among the Sword Sect, is also an existence that suppresses one side and runs rampant in the fairy world!

Han Muye, who was traveling with Zhao Chen, turned out to be such a great swordsman!

The bright sword light made the entire Yunlu City tremble.

Everyone in the Wang family, Jujin Trading Company, everyone stared blankly at that Jianguang.

Several sword lights flickered in Yunlu City in the distance, but they were suppressed by this sword light, and they couldn't even fly away.

Behind Han Muye, each of the twenty blue-armored guards revealed their aura.

Angel!

Twenty angels!

The aura of the celestial being caused the surrounding void to vibrate.

What kind of force is this?

Even in Jianzong, it is also the inheritance of one side of the hall, so that it can have such a magnificent power, right?

With twenty angels accompanying him, this is the pomp of City Lord Yunlan.

A smile appeared on Chen Qiu's face. Just as he was about to speak, his whole body trembled and his eyes widened.

Right in front of him, and behind Han Muye, a hundred majestic men were surrounded by demonic light soaring into the sky.

Angel!

It's all angels and demons!

are you crazy……

The power of heaven and earth aroused in an instant directly imprisoned the surrounding area for a hundred thousand miles.

"Mom, are you relieved now?"

"I'm really into big deals."

Zhao Chen coughed lightly, and under the oppression of those heavenly immortals, he let out a breathless shout, then waved his hand, and stepped into the teleportation array.

The sword light on Han Muye's body subsided and fell into the teleportation array.

Behind him, everyone followed closely, restrained their breath, and stepped into the teleportation array.

"This kid is really a thing..." Zhou Sheng, who flew outside the teleportation formation, muttered, then stepped into the formation, causing the immortal light to rise.

"This, such power..." Yu Ze and Chen Qiu showed emotion on their faces.

City Lord Yunlan, accompanied by hundreds of celestial powerhouses, is the master of the immortal realm who suppresses one side.

"Haha, I, Zhao Yaozu, already know that I have given birth to an amazing son, you see, he has such a great ability to protect him." On the other side of Jujin Trading Company, the old man beside Zhao Chen's mother smiled triumphantly.

In the distance, the elder Xiong Ke and Wu Chaoshen, the elders of Yunlu town who flew over, looked gloomy, and Su Yunong, who followed closely, looked regretful.

...

"Om—"

The immortal light of the teleportation formation dissipated, Han Muye stepped out of the formation, and there was already a row of sword cultivators in white robes waiting in front of him.

The first person was smiling.

"Senior brother Han, please come and be safe." Zhu Yong, an elite disciple of Xuntian Temple, stood there, bowing to Han Muye.

"Senior brother found Zhu Ming's uncle's inheritance. He is a person of great kindness to my Zhu family. If you have time in the future, please come to my Zhu family."

Behind him, everyone followed suit.

Han Muye nodded with a smile, looked at the people in front of him, and at the towering towers in the distance, and said with a smile: "It seems that the sect welcomes me back."

Hearing his words, Zhu Yong raised his head with a solemn expression: "Welcome, 2,320 sect elites are ready to sharpen their swords."