Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

In the void ahead, there are layers of rocks.

Han Muye's eyes revealed a gleam of piercing brilliance.

In an instant, the world in front of him changed.

The layered heaven and earth disappeared, replaced by a dark and silent mountain of floating boulders.

There are many such dead silent floating mountains in the void.

In the past, these floating mountains were used as the base of a big city.

At this time, the world Han Muye saw was the same.

A base.

A foundation that has collapsed.

This huge stone mountain was once the foundation of a big city, but it has collapsed, and now it has turned into a dead silence.

Just above the dead boulder mountain, a pale golden war elephant with a stature of at least ten thousand feet was lying there, with streaks of golden clouds floating around it.

It's the clouds that naturally emanate, covering the surrounding world and turning it into an illusion. It wasn't because of the powerful power of Han Muye's soul that he couldn't see through the illusion here.

The war elephant was lying there. It was hard to see how huge it was, but it was already like a golden mountain.

Sensing the arrival of Han Muye and Lu Zixu, Zhan Xiang opened his eyes.

"boom--"

The surrounding countless thousands of miles of heaven and earth collapsed in an instant, and then turned into a world of golden light.

The world that was originally dead and silent seemed to suddenly have brilliance.

On the dark boulder ahead, a large city emerged.

"Yuntong City." Han Muye whispered softly.

In that city, countless practitioners rushed to and fro, and it seemed extremely prosperous.

However, all of this was silent.

Still a fantasy.

It wasn't the illusion formed naturally before, but the illusion inspired by the war elephant.

Under the big city, there is a giant elephant supporting the city.

"Perhaps, it still remembers its past glory..." Looking at the elephants supporting the city, Han Muye said.

The giant elephant under the city raised its head, and there was ice-coldness in its eyes.

There was sharpness in those eyes.

"I leave it to you here." Lu Zixu said lightly, then he moved and disappeared in the same place.

As he left, a roar came from the mouth of the giant elephant in the distance.

The sound is dull, like thunder, and it can shatter the surrounding void with just one shock.

Around Han Muye's body, streaks of golden light emerged and turned into barriers.

These barriers did not withstand a breath, and they were broken directly.

The power of a beast that bears the heavens and the earth cannot be resisted by the power of a prehistoric battle armor.

The moment the space around him and the light curtain shattered, Han Muye had already punched out.

It was never the armor on his body that he survived.

His own strength is his reliance.

"Boom—"

The fist wind collided with the illusory and invisible force ahead, and there was a loud noise.

It was as if a giant in golden armor was blown away by a single punch.

As if the gates were shattered, the heaven and earth in front of them were shattered layer by layer, and then shrouded Han Muye head-on.

Zhi Tianyu, who was standing beside Han Muye, moved and rushed out.

It turned into a black-armored gibbon, holding a long awl in its hand, and stabbed it out with one blow.

This blow shattered the void in front of him again, breaking the last illusion.

But the giant elephant seemed to be keen on creating illusions, and when it looked up, a burst of golden light exploded.

The bursting golden light shines through the surroundings, and the brilliant city reappears.

In the big city, figures flew out one after another, surrounding Zhi Tianyu's body.

The people in these illusions, the war puppets, can actually make shots, and each blow carries a majestic force.

Zhi Tianyu, who was nearly three thousand feet tall, kept waving the long awl in his hand, blocking all the rushing figures.

"Roar--"

Over there, the giant elephant's eyes glowed with blood.

Han Muye didn't wait, he stepped out in one step, crossed the battlefield between Zhi Tianjiu and those figures in the illusion, and flew onto the imaginary city.

When people entered the big city, Han Muye frowned.

At this moment, he actually felt something real.

This big city is not an illusion!

This is the power engraved in the soul of life!

All this is not an illusion created by the war elephant, but a direct display of the power of his soul.

Standing in front of Yuntong City, he walked quickly and walked into the city.

There are countless practitioners in the big city, all doing their own thing, and they don't care about the arrival of this stranger, Han Muye.

"Master Zhu, are you free to help me repair the war puppet today?"

"Treasurer Wang, the spiritual materials I asked you to collect last time are here today?"

"Brother Zhao, shall we sit together tomorrow?"

The surrounding prosperity brings with it a warmth that is rarely seen in other cities.

This big city is not as fast-paced as other big cities.

The same is true, there are very few war puppet alchemists in this big city, but they are more like inheritances outside the galaxy universe.

Han Muye even found quite a few people who were dressed like practitioners in the prehistoric universe.

Not only that, he also saw several sword cultivators.

Swordsman.

This is an inheritance that does not exist in this universe.

"when--"

On the corner of the street ahead, there was the sound of long swords clashing, which was the collision of sword power only between sword practitioners.

Han Muye was already in front of him in a blink of an eye, and he saw the swords in the hands of the two middle-aged men in green clothes flickering, swiping, stabbing, pointing, and slashing, all intertwined with power like stars.

Although in Han Muye's eyes, these two sword lights are actually very ordinary, but at the level of the heavenly realm.

But he actually had a kind feeling.

Away from countless universes and worlds, in this galaxy universe, one can actually see someone performing the inherited swordsmanship in the prehistoric universe.

Of course kind.

"when--"

The middle-aged man on the left raised the long sword, and the middle-aged man on the right flew away with the sword.

Han Muye reached out and caught the flying sword.

"Good swordsmanship."

"awesome."

"Accepted."

Surprise was heard all around, the two sword cultivators cupped their hands, and then looked at Han Muye.

At this time, Han Muye was holding the sword in his hand, and with a smile on his face, he raised his hand and handed it back.

"Little brother, want to learn sword?" The middle-aged man who took the long sword nodded, took the long sword and put it back into the scabbard.

"Brother Zhang is very good at swordsmanship. If you want to practice swordsmanship, you can find him."

"Farewell."

The middle age walks very simply.

Others also left one after another.

Only the middle-aged man who won with the sword was left, holding the sword in his hand, with a trace of arrogance on his face.

"You want to learn sword?"

"follow me."

After speaking, he turned around and walked forward.

During the whole process, it didn't matter whether Han Muye came to learn swords or not.

As if he had to come and learn swordsmanship.

Han Muye shook his head, followed with a light smile.

At the back, at the corner, the middle-aged sword repairman who was defeated before scattered a handful of origin stones and handed them to the onlookers.

"Today's applause is good, give me one more origin stone."

"Brother Zhu, is my expression in place today? Don't you want to give me an extra piece?"

"That kid looks like a rich man, this time your Luyue Sword House will definitely make a fortune."

"Yes, the guy who learned the sword last time earned hundreds of thousands of Origin Stones for you."

...

Lu Yue Sword Gym, this is the name of the Sword Gym in front of Han Muye.

"My name is Zhang Yu, and I am the owner of this sword hall."

"If you want to practice swords, you have to live here in the future."

The middle-aged man with his hands behind his back turned around and looked at Han Muye with a proud expression on his face.

"My generation of sword cultivators is invincible at the same level. Those skills of fighting puppet and armor training are not worth mentioning in front of us and other sword cultivators."

As if afraid of Han Muye's disbelief, Zhang Yu unsheathed the sword in his hand and slashed it down, as if he could cut through the three-foot void in front of him.

This sword light can indeed cut through the body of a war puppet of the same level with one sword.

The benefit of the sword is just like this.

"Look, my generation practiced with a sword in my hand and a fire in my heart. If someone kills someone, three feet of blood will be spattered."

The sword flower turned back, Zhang Yulang said in a loud voice: "What's the point of the heavy and clumsy war puppets that are made of iron and stone?"

The disdain for the war puppets overflowed in these words.

Han Muye nodded.

If the strength of the same level is at war, naturally the sword cultivator can overwhelm anyone, even the war puppet can't resist it.

But the war puppet is not its own strength.

The power of a war puppet is probably several times that of a sword cultivator of the same level, right?

Zhang Yu simply avoided this point on purpose.

"Learning swords, do I have to pay tuition?" Han Muye looked at Zhang Yu and asked.

"That's natural." Zhang Yu spread his hands, "I will not charge tuition within three years, but after three years, if you want to continue practicing swordsmanship, you will have to charge."

"Of course, three years is just an approximation."

"If you can practice the basic swordsmanship in my sword gym in advance, then I can also let you practice the real powerful swordsmanship in advance."

"If you can't learn basic sword skills in three years, then you can only leave."

Zhang Yu said, with his hands behind his back, he walked into the sword hall.

"I am the owner of the pavilion here. You still have a few senior brothers and sisters. I will show you to meet them."

"By the way, you still have an uncle."

The uncle's name is Zhu Yangsheng.

It was the middle-aged man who came back half a day later and was picked up by Zhang Yu with the sword in his hand.

Han Muye already knew about this matter.

He had seen the memory in the long sword just now, and he had already seen through the tricks of Zhang Yu and Zhu Yangsheng.

He came to Lu Yuejian Gym just out of curiosity.

He wanted to know how this big city that had long been silent could have the inheritance of the prehistoric universe.

There are indeed a few senior brothers and sisters in the sword hall, but they are all of low strength, and they have only practiced basic swordsmanship for a year or two.

Zhang Yu looked at these people with disgust.

On the contrary, there are a few people who practiced real swordsmanship a few years ago.

This is the main financial pillar of the sword gym, and even Zhang Yu doesn't bother.

Currently in retreat.

Han Muye was arranged to live in the Luyue Sword Gym, and then he first exercised his muscles and bones, and then learned to draw the sword and return it to its sheath.

Those brothers and sisters all start from this step.

"Draw out the sword and break the incense in front of the front line. If the blade is not stained with green ash, you can practice basic swordsmanship."

"Brother, I will be able to break the incense in three months, and now I am about to master the basic swordsmanship."

The young man who spoke was full of arrogance, and while demonstrating to Han Muye, he looked at a female cultivator not far away.

The female cultivator is average-looking, holding a sword at this time, and is practicing swordsmanship.

"Junior Sister Zuo, do you think I can stop burning incense in three months?"

The female cultivator turned her head to look, but did not answer, and went to practice her sword skills again.

The young man was not annoyed, he threw the long sword to Han Muye and patted him on the shoulder: "You have to work hard, don't let senior brother down."

"By the way, whoever has the best cultivation talent here is the senior brother. The senior senior brother is currently retreating."

After speaking, he turned around and walked towards the small courtyard.

As soon as he turned around, Han Muye had already slashed out with a sword, cutting off the stars on the incense sticks in front of him.

This sword made the brothers around him stop in their footsteps.

But after a while, Zhang Yu and Zhu Yangsheng also rushed over.

"Have you practiced swords before?"

"Are you really talented?"

"You try again with a sword."

Han Muye cut off ten incense sticks in total.

As a result, Zhang Yu waved his hand excitedly, asking Han Muye to practice with him tomorrow.

Zhu Yangsheng had some opinions, he wanted to fight Zhang Yu and compete for the opportunity to teach Han Muye.

On the second day, two guys with bruised noses and swollen faces appeared in the small courtyard, and they had to teach Han Muye basic sword skills.

"Swords are for stabbing."

"No one can block this straight thrust."

The sword in Zhang Yu's hand stabbed out, with a blue sword wind.

"No, my generation needs to hide the front in cultivation."

"The sword in hand is the strongest."

Zhu Yangsheng, who was holding the hilt of his sword, looked serious.

He just held the sword, but didn't draw it out.

It is very traditional kendo practice concept.

These two are the most basic principles of practice for sword cultivators in the prehistoric universe.

When you have a sword in your heart, you can unite the sword in your hand with the sword in your heart.

Han Muye clenched the hilt of the sword tightly, and then thrust out with a sword.

This sword made both Zhang Yu and Zhu Yangsheng's eyes bright.

"The sword is firm."

"Is this a natural sword heart?"

"I remember Master said back then that some people are born with swordsmanship."

...

Han Muye spent two months cultivating in the Luyue Sword Gym, and took out Zhang Yu's and Zhu Yangsheng's things.

Their sword skills are no longer comparable to Han Muye.

This makes them very embarrassed.

As a last resort, they could only hide from Han Muye every day.

"Om—"

In the small courtyard, Han Muye stabbed out with a sword, and the gang wind it brought up turned into blue sword energy, piercing three feet away.

"Brother is amazing."

"Senior brother Han is really a master of swordsmanship."

The eyes of the younger brothers and sisters around were all shining.

According to the rules of Lu Yue Sword Gym, whoever has the best swordsmanship is the senior brother.

"That's right, there are some tricks." A voice sounded from behind Han Muye.

Han Muye turned his head and saw a young man approaching with a long sword in his hand.

The young man has sword eyebrows and star eyes, and there is a star-like aura in his eyes.

Thirty feet away from Han Muye, the young man drew his sword.

The sword light flashed, and it reached Han Muye's chest.

The sword in Han Muye's hand stabbed out, and hit the tip of the sword.

"when--"

The young man paused and stepped back.

Han Muye didn't stop, and stabbed out with the sword in his hand.

The two swords collided in mid-air, bringing streams of light.

"Is this the way of the sword?"

"Amazing."

The surrounding disciples whispered.

When the sword light collided and fell, the young man stared at Han Muye with a hint of shock on his face.

The sword in Han Muye's hand slowly returned to its sheath.

"You two, come with me."

Not far away, Zhang Yu's voice sounded.

Zhang Yu looked solemn at this time, turned and walked to the lobby ahead.

Han Muye and the young man looked at each other and followed.

In the lobby, apart from the tables and chairs, there is also a yellowed portrait of a sword repairer.

With a long sword on his back, his face is majestic.

"This is the patriarch of my Lu Yue Sword Academy, Lu Yue Sword Immortal."

"The name of Sword Immortal comes from outside the galaxy universe."

Standing in front, Zhang Yu turned his back to Han Muye and the others, and spoke in a deep voice.

"You all have the talent to practice swordsmanship."

"I will send you to see the Patriarch."

"You guys, would you like to?"