Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Han Muye frowned, and flew up.

The shadow of the Golden Crow shrouded his body, and his body was surrounded by the three-foot-long Golden Crow. With the power of the Golden Crow spreading its wings, he landed at the foot of Han Mountain thousands of feet away with a howl.

At the foot of the mountain, Han Yunhe led several Jinwu disciples there, and a group of foreign men in leather robes were counting baskets of elixir.

Han Muye descended in the form of the Golden Crow, driving the howling wind and turning everyone's heads.

"So strong!"

"This is the power of the awakened Golden Crow bloodline!"

There was a sound of exclamation.

Even if the power of the Yuan Ling was not displayed, the emergence of the power of the Golden Crow alone already made people feel unable to look directly at it.

Surprise flashed across the face of an old man in black robe standing in front of the square.

"Haha, Brother Hu, this is the young patriarch of my Hanshan tribe."

Han Yunhe laughed loudly and said loudly.

"Young Patriarch, this is Elder Hu Qiang from the White-tailed Fox Clan in Datu Mountain thousands of miles away. Their White-tailed Fox Clan is doing elixir business here."

Han Yunhe was extremely proud of the power and influence of his young patriarch.

Young Patriarch?

There are such masters in the Hanshan Department!

Hu Qiang, who was no more than six feet tall, with a thin face and a small beard, turned his eyes and walked forward with a smile: "Young patriarch, you really are a heroic boy."

Han Muye nodded, cupped his hands and said, "Han Muye has met Elder Hu Qiang."

This white-tailed fox tribe is considered a well-connected tribe in the Hanshan tribe.

The main reason is that the bloodline of the white-tailed fox clan in Datu Mountain is not very strong, and there are not many strong people in the clan. Only by doing business with various places in exchange for some powerful weapons can the clan stand in the wilderness.

The fox clan is good at calculation, and has always had a good relationship with all ethnic groups.

When the Hanshan tribe of the Jinwu tribe was strong, the white-tailed fox of Datu Mountain was a vassal. After so many years, the Hanshan tribe has declined, and the white-tailed fox tribe has not obviously alienated.

From Han Muye's point of view, the white-tailed fox clan has gained a lot of benefits by using the medicine fields of the Jinwu clan.

It's just that compared to the surrounding ethnic groups who robbed and oppressed nakedly, the white-tailed fox clan is not bad.

Han Chaohu and the others returned from their journey, and they were all relieved to see the white-tailed fox tribe.

It is true that the current Jinwu Hanshan tribe is too weak to dare to make the slightest mistake.

When Han Chaohu and the others returned, they chatted with Hu Qiang again.

There are a total of ten baskets of elixir, all of which were planted by Han Shanbu under the commission of the White-tailed Fox Clan.

"This is the exchange material we brought, you can watch and choose a few."

Hu Qiang waved his hand and asked the strong man behind him to open a large wooden box.

Inside the wooden box are a few shiny black gunpoints and some golden-red ores, which have already been smelted and only need to be forged.

There are also some pills, and a vine-wood shield.

The big man pulled out the drawer on the lower level of the wooden box, which contained various elixir seeds.

"This time the elixir can be exchanged for a cold iron spear tip made by the Green Deer Clan, and it can be exchanged for several other treasures."

Hu Qiang pointed at the things in the wooden box and asked with a smile.

The medicine fields produced for decades can only be exchanged for a gun tip, which is extremely unfair.

It's just that there is no way. Few people in ordinary tribes can master the art of forging, and they don't have the means to smelt ore.

Han Chaohu and the others looked at each other.

In the past, a spear tip could add a lot of combat power to the clan.

But now there are eight long wooden swords given by the young patriarch, so the tip of the spear is not needed for the time being.

On the contrary, Han Yunhe's injury is more difficult to heal, so he can take a healing elixir.

"Young patriarch, what do you think?" Han Chaohu turned to look at Han Muye.

Now that the young patriarch is here, it is natural for the young patriarch to make up his mind.

Hu Qiang also looked at Han Muye with a smile.

He also wanted to please this young patriarch of the Jinwu Hanshan tribe who had awakened the Golden Crow's bloodline.

It's okay to suffer a little loss in today's transaction.

"I'll take those two pieces of Yanhuo Refined Iron."

Han Muye pointed to the two ores in the wooden box.

Hu Qiang nodded and took out the ore.

Yanhuo refined iron is not a precious spiritual material in the wilderness, but it needs to be smelted to be extracted.

The two pieces of ore were not small, and they were heavy to handle.

"Patriarch Han Shao, what else do you want to change?"

While talking, Hu Qiang turned his gaze to Han Yunhe who was at the side.

What he meant was very clear, add a healing medicine.

Originally, it was just right to exchange these elixir for two pieces of ore, but Hu Qiang wanted to sell well, so he was willing to suffer a little loss and give him another healing pill.

Han Chaohu and the others also rolled their eyes.

Sure enough, the young patriarch of his family awakened the Golden Crow bloodline, and everyone in the White-tailed Fox Clan took a high look at Han Shanbu.

The revival of the self-family group is not far away!

"Okay, then choose another one."

Han Muye pointed to the drawer at the bottom of the wooden box and said, "Give me some Wuyuan juice to grow grass, Sanjin Baigehua, and the seeds of Jade Chrysanthemum."

Want elixir seeds?

Not a healing pill?

Hu Qiang was taken aback.

Han Chaohu and everyone around him were a little lost.

On the contrary, Han Yunhe said calmly: "The young patriarch chose well. If we have more elixir seeds, we can produce more in the future."

He is telling the truth.

And Han Muye's choice was not wrong.

With Han Muye in charge, Han Yunhe doesn't need to do anything, the injury just needs to be cultivated slowly, and he can always recover after ten or twenty years.

It's just that the young patriarch's choice is indeed too utilitarian.

Hu Qiang raised his eyes to look at Han Muye, chuckled, and then sent a few packs of elixir seeds.

"Elder Hu, if you have the Three Spirit Flowers, Jade Shensui, and Jin Ci Chrysanthemum Roots, you can trade them with Han Shan."

After receiving the elixir seeds, Han Muye spoke.

Hu Qiang repeated the names of several elixir, nodded and said: "There are several races, and I will order someone to bring them after I go back."

After the transaction was completed, Hu Qiang led the team of white-tailed foxes to collect the elixir, and carried the big basket on his back.

He looked at Han Muye, and then his eyes fell on Han Chaohu and the others: "Elder Yunhe said just now that the Hanshan tribe will hold a patriarchal succession ceremony in three months, and asked me to help spread the matter to other tribes. I don't know the young patriarch Do you have a seal?"

The white-tailed foxes roamed all over the world, so it was just right to deliver news.

Han Muye nodded, and asked Han Jin to fetch some animal skins, cut them into pieces, and then raised his hand, in the palm of his hand, the golden power of the Golden Crow bloodline gathered into divine patterns, which were printed on the animal skins.

This is the ethnic mark of the Jinwu tribe, and with these animal skins, the other party can be convinced of this.

There is no unified text in Dahuang.

However, it is said that both the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty and the Xuanling Immortal Kingdom are handed down in writing.

Inherited for hundreds of thousands of years, the culture has already reached its peak.

With Han Muye's Golden Crow mark, Hu Qiang left satisfied, and when he left, he said that the succession ceremony of the patriarch of the Hanshan tribe would definitely come three months later.

After they left, Han Muye took Han Yunhe and others to the meeting hall, put two pieces of ore on the table, and then handed over various elixir seeds to Han Cheng who was in charge of the medicine field.

Although Han Chengxiu is only at the third level of Yuanling, he is extremely proficient in planting elixir.

"Hey, I planted these kinds of elixir with my tribe back then, but unfortunately..." Han Cheng sighed softly after receiving the elixir seeds, with a look of regret flashing across his face.

At the beginning, there were many traditional Chinese medicine fields in the clan, and there were also many types of elixir.

Later, the clan's traditional Chinese medicine fields were constantly lost, so they could only grow a single elixir that was not difficult and was specially used in exchange for supplies.

"Don't worry, in the future we will have too many medicinal fields in the Han Mountains." Han Muye looked at Han Cheng and said loudly.

These words made everyone in the hall smile.

Han Cheng walked out with a bow, Han Muye reached out and took out a cloth bag, and then took out one of the pills.

This is the healing medicine obtained from Lu Changshan, which is many times more powerful than the healing pill brought by Hu Qiang.

"Old Yunhe clan, this medicine is for your healing."

Handing the pill to Han Yunhe, Han Muye said softly.

Until they walked out of the stone house, Han Yunhe and Han Chaohu were still a little dazed.

This pill is so good.

After getting the elixir, one can obviously feel the surging medicinal power in it.

The value of this elixir is at least ten times that of the pill that Hu Qiang took out.

Just now, I thought that my young patriarch was reluctant to exchange the pill, but looking at it now, the young patriarch is really willing.

"Yunhe, you should practice in seclusion and don't worry about the affairs of the clan." He reached out to pat Han Yunhe's shoulder, and Han Chaohu said in a low voice: "The young patriarch needs help."

A trace of helplessness and regret flashed across his face.

Although his own cultivation is temporarily higher than Han Yunhe's, there is no chance for his cultivation to improve.

Han Yunhe has more future than him.

In the future, I am afraid that Han Yunhe will help the young patriarch lead the clan to grow.

The fact that the young patriarch is willing to take out such precious pills is probably because he values ​​Han Yunhe's future.

Han Yunhe didn't say much, nodded, and left holding the elixir.

Han Yuncheng and Han Jin went to deal with the hunted boar and black antelope. The young patriarch just said that the black antelope's horns and tendons would be given to him.

At this time, Han Muye in the hall had already held the two pieces of Yanhuo Jingtie in his hand.

This fiery refined iron is not particularly precious, it is better than refractory.

As long as it is not a top-notch divine flame, this flame-fired iron can carry it for a while.

Many alchemy furnaces that have been handed down from later generations are all mixed with this fiery fire refined iron.

What's more, Yanhuo refined iron is extremely flexible and can be forged into refined iron ropes.

Holding a piece of Yanhuo refined iron in his hand, the flame in Han Muye's palm rose.

Fiery red flames shone one after another, and the brick-like fiery refined iron slowly melted.

There are not many flames in the world that can be more blazing than the Golden Crow Divine Flame.

This is the divine fire that can burn through everything in the world.

Divine lines appeared in the palm of the palm, and Han Muye's fingertips clamped a divine line, and slowly entangled it on the melted fiery refined iron.

When Han Dingyi and Han Jin brought over two black antelope horns and a few translucent tendons, a bundle of golden-red flame-fire fine wire was already placed in front of Han Muye.

This is fine iron wire with impurities removed and is extremely tough.

"Young patriarch, these are the long horns and tendons of the black antelope."

The two put everything on the stone table.

Han Muye nodded, took a look at the horn, and then put the two horns together.

Wrap the golden-red fiery fine iron wire around the two long horns and wrap them slowly.

In the palm of his hand, a golden flame rose, fusing these silk threads with the long horns.

After wrapping all the silk threads together, the two long horns have been joined together and turned into the bow of a long bow.

Picking up the bow and swinging it a few times, Han Muye weighed it with satisfaction.

"Om—"

At his fingertips, a golden streamer flashed.

A series of true spirit and divine patterns appeared on the Longbow.

front.

negative side.

together.

Two ways.

Three ways!

Three True Spirit Divine Patterns!

Han Dingyi and Han Jin opened their mouths wide, just watching the longbow in Han Muye's hand flashing with golden light, and the four true spirit patterns emerged with divine light.

It never occurred to him that the young patriarch of his own family had the means to engrave the true spirit and divine patterns.

The Art of Refining!

The young patriarch actually mastered the extremely rare art of refining in the wilderness, and he is an extremely noble refining master!

With such means, why should the Hanshan tribe be unhappy?

When the true spirit and divine patterns were hidden in the bow body, the longbow turned into an eight-foot-long, golden-red and dull bow body.

After choosing two long tendons and kneading them, Han Muye hung them on the bow.

"Om—"

The longbow was drawn into a full moon, and golden streamers shone.

The shadow of an illusory long arrow emerged.

When the long arrow appeared, Han Dingyi and Han Jin trembled.

If this arrow hits him, he will definitely die!

This longbow is terrifyingly powerful.

Han Muye slowly restored the longbow, then raised his hand and handed it to Han Dingyi.

"Han Dingyi is good at bow and arrow, right?"

Han Dingyi held the bow in his hand and kept rubbing it, with a dazed look on his face.

"Young patriarch, you give this bow to Uncle Ding?" Han Jin stared at Han Muye, a little afraid of imagining it.

Han Dingyi also looked at Han Muye nervously.

"Relax, it's just a three-pattern longbow," Han Muye looked at the two with a smile on his face, "From now on, everyone in my clan will have this kind of weapon."

Everyone has it?

There are not many weapons of the three-pattern level in more than a dozen ethnic groups with a radius of one hundred thousand miles.

Can this kind of weapon be owned by everyone in the clan?

Holding the longbow tightly in his hand, Han Dingyi took a long breath, bowed slowly towards Han Muye, and knelt down on one knee.

"Han Dingyi swears to follow the young patriarch."

Beside him, Han Jin also bowed and knelt down.

The blood power of the young patriarch of his own family has awakened, and he is at the seventh level of Yuanling, and he has such refining methods.

It is their common wish to follow such strong men and revive their family group.

"Get up, Han Shanbu will get better and better." Han Muye raised his hand, and an irresistible force was locked on the two of them, helping them up.

To subdue the strong in the clan, and then gradually increase the strength of the entire clan, this is what Han Muye has to do now.

A longbow with three patterns can directly subdue a strong man in the clan, which is very cost-effective.

Han Dingyi, who owns the three-patterned longbow, has already been able to fight against the fifth-level powerhouse of Yuanling.

In this way, there is one more top powerhouse in the clan.

"Let's see how to modify the practice method so that more people's blood can be awakened."

Looking at Han Dingyi and Han Jin who were leaving excitedly outside the hall, Han Muye's eyes flickered with divine light.

Even if they couldn't completely awaken the bloodlines of the people in the clan, even if they awakened a few more bloodlines, their strength could be doubled.

In addition, Han Chaohu's potential is insufficient, and a solution needs to be found.

Sitting in the hall, Han Muye planned carefully.

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The residence of the Black Leopards in Lutang.

Shangtang.

In front of a broad bluestone house, Gu Ji looked nervously at the black robed man in front of him.

The big man's face was gloomy, and silver light surged in his eyes.

An oppressive force rushed towards Gu Ji.

"Boom—"

Gu Ji's body fell three feet away uncontrollably.

"Do you think that the patriarch is no longer able to control the Black Leopard Clan in Lutang?"

There was a flash of light in his eyes, and the big man stepped forward step by step, sticking out a long spear in his hand.

"Om—"

The spear was pressed against Gu Ji's throat.

Sen Han's spear flickered, as if it directly penetrated Gu Ji's neck.

"Patriarch, don't dare, don't dare..." Gu Ji's throat moved slightly, and he wiped the point of the gun, feeling that his blood was about to freeze.

The patriarch of the Lutang Black Leopard Clan, Lu Changlin, who is already a seventh-level Yuanling.

In front of this person, he is an ant.

Lu Changlin snorted coldly, and slowly put away the spear.

"Patriarch, I just thought that this matter is of great importance, so I wanted to tell you, so I didn't listen to Elder Changshan's words, and waited three days before reporting to the patriarch." Gu Ji looked at Lu Changlin in front of him, and said in a low voice.

Lu Changlin's expression changed.

He knew the young patriarch of the Jinwu Hanshan tribe.

He was brought back by the previous patriarch of the Hanshan tribe, and practiced for a hundred years, but he did not expect to be able to awaken the blood of the Golden Crow.

The bloodlines of the Golden Crow clan are extremely powerful.

It's just that the Jinwu clan is now suppressed by the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty, and there have been no descendants who have fully awakened their blood for many years.

Just as Lu Changshan thought, if he could use the blood power of the young patriarch of the Hanshan tribe to sharpen his own blood, it would definitely be of great benefit.

Lu Changshan needs it, so does Lu Changlin!

Thinking of this, Lu Changlin felt great hatred.

"Come on." He whispered.

Two middle-aged men in gray leather robes with a black leopard print strode forward.

"Send my order to Taoist Chang Yao in Huyueling with a red poison, and let them know that the Golden Crow and Hanshan tribe may have a way to awaken the blood of the Golden Crow."

Passing out a black leopard head token, Lu Changlin showed a sneer on his face.

It is important for the awakened Golden Crow bloodline to hone themselves and seek breakthroughs.

But what about this kind of tempering? How can it compare to the return of the human race?

Report this matter to the human race, attract a strong man from the Wanhua Immortal Dynasty, and reward him casually, which can be equal to the Yuan Ling of an awakened Golden Crow bloodline strongman.

What's more, the young patriarch of the Jinwu Hanshan tribe has only practiced for more than a hundred years, how strong can he be?

What great use can his blood power have?

Although Lu Changshan's talent is higher than his own, it's a pity that he doesn't have enough knowledge.

After all, I still haven't seen the big world.

Just let him go to Hanshan to make a fuss.

Even if he killed all the people in the Hanshan tribe, it was just adding some credit to himself.

At that time, there will be more bargaining chips in front of the human race of Wanhua Xianchao.

It's a pity that Huyue Ridge is a bit far away, 80,000 miles away, even the fast red poison will take a few days to arrive, and the human masters over there may take ten or twenty days to come.

On the second day, Hu Qiang from the White-tailed Fox Division led a group of White-tailed Foxes to arrive.

Hearing Hu Qiang said that they went to Hanshan Department yesterday, Lu Changlin came to ask in person.

It's strange that Lu Changshan didn't do anything yesterday.

However, hearing from Hu Qiang that the strong men of the Hanshan tribe gathered together to hunt yesterday, it is estimated that Lu Changshan wanted to wait until the young patriarch of the Hanshan tribe was alone before doing it?

Prudence is prudence, but a little too timid.

No guts.

A junior who has only practiced for more than a hundred years, a group of less than five hundred Golden Crows, and no masters, just charge and kill.

"Patriarch Changlin, the succession ceremony of the patriarch of the Jinwu Hanshan tribe, this is the invitation that the young patriarch Han Muye asked me to send along." Before leaving, Hu Qiang left behind the animal skin that Han Muye had given the Golden Crow mark.

Watching Hu Qiang lead the white-tailed fox clan away, Lu Changlin narrowed his eyes.

Since Lu Changshan is still hesitating and waiting, it is also a chance to kill the young patriarch of the Hanshan tribe and get the Golden Crow bloodline.

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated, and led dozens of strong men from the clan to the Hanshan tribe.

Running quickly, but it took more than an hour to get out of Hanshan.

"Om—"

In the void, there was a roaring sound.

Lu Changlin was taken aback for a moment, then looked up, his expression changed.

A black ten-foot dragon flew away, circled in the air, and turned into an old man in a black robe.

"Lu Changlin?"

The old man's eyes fell on Lu Changlin and the people behind him, and he said loudly: "You also heard that the young patriarch of the Hanshan tribe left the customs and came to pay a visit?"

Lu Changlin's face twitched, he squeezed out a smile, nodded and cupped his hands and said, "So it's the patriarch Fengzhen."

"Lu is also about to go to Hanshan."

Feng Zhen, the patriarch of the Yunze Heijiao Clan, is a strongman of the seventh level of Yuanling, who has awakened the blood of the Heijiao Clan.

In front of Fengzhen, Lu Changlin did not dare to neglect in the slightest.

"Haha, let's go together." Feng Zhen laughed, stretched out his hand to grab Lu Changlin's arm, and strode forward.

"We are also old friends with the Hanshan tribe. The young patriarch Han Muye led him to see me when Han Qi was there."

"I heard that this kid has now awakened the Golden Crow's bloodline. This is amazing. No matter what, this old man has to go out of his way to curry favor."

"By the way, old Lu, what gift did you bring?"

Lu Changlin's face was full of embarrassment, while he said a few perfunctory words, he winked at the masters of the Black Panther clan behind him.

Everyone lowered their heads and followed behind.

They didn't bring gifts, but they brought weapons.

Originally, I was planning to kill...

After walking for only a moment, the people from the Jinwu Hanshan tribe, led by the clan elder Han Chaohu, had strode forward to meet them.

Seeing everyone from the Black Panther Clan, Han Chaohu's expression darkened.

This made Lu Changlin and the others tremble.

Could it be that Han Muye had already been beheaded by Lu Changshan?

This matter should be faced with Feng Zhen, I am afraid that he will turn his face immediately?

Fengzhen has always regarded himself as the elder of the Hanshan clan along the way, obviously he is here to get close.

Turning his eyes, Lu Changlin took a step forward, cupped his hands and said, "Brother Chaohu, I, the Guji elder of the Black Leopard Clan, disrespected the young patriarch. I have grounded him. Today Lu Mou came to see the young patriarch to express his apology."

Open your mouth to test first, and then make sure that the young patriarch is safe.

Disrespectful?

apology?

Feng Zhen frowned and turned to look at Lu Changlin.

Han Chaohu snorted softly, arched his hands, and then looked at Feng Zhen: "Patriarch Feng is here, my young patriarch has gone hunting and will be back soon."

As he spoke, he signaled Fengzhen to go to the station first and wait.

Feng Zhen nodded and walked over.

Lu Changlin and the Black Leopards behind them bravely followed under the vigilant eyes of the Jinwu Hanshan tribe.

After waiting for a while in the bluestone hall, a long howl was heard.

A surging blazing breath surged.

Feng Zhen's eyes lit up, and he looked at Han Chaohu: "The patriarch of your family has such a strong Yuanling cultivation base, which probably has a sixth-level realm, and the awakened blood has a lot of power."

Lu Changlin on the side looked slightly solemn.

This young patriarch doesn't seem to be easy to deal with.

There was a smile on Han Chaohu's face, he looked at the figure approaching the door and said, "Clan Chief Feng, this is not the young patriarch, but the elder of the Yunhe clan of my Hanshan tribe who recovered from his injuries and made a breakthrough in cultivation."

At the door, Han Yunhe, who came over, was full of energy and blood, and the blue golden crow phantom behind him shook, and a faint golden light flowed.

"Han Yunhe met Patriarch Feng."

His eyes fell on Lu Changlin, and the golden crow flickered behind Han Yunhe, his fighting spirit surged: "I have seen Patriarch Lu Changlin."

The bloodline of the Golden Crow tribe has awakened a little bit, and they have cultivated to the realm of the sixth-layer primordial spirit.

Han Yunhe felt that his strength was constantly surging, and he was fully capable of fighting Lu Changlin.

Feng Zhen's face was full of smiles.

Lu Changlin narrowed his eyes.

"came back--"

In the distance, cheers came.

"What a big pig—"