Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

492. Set Foot In Wuyang Pavilion To Catch Sheep

Jiange, the first Sect of Kendo in the last three days, Sacred Land of Kendo in the world.

These people cannot lie together.

Talent is unparalleled, his understanding is peerless, and his swordsmanship is unmatched.

Zhao Yu nodded and spoke again.

But no matter what, he is now an Elder!

“Indeed, if the gap between these two people can be smoothed out in less than a hundred years, then Han Muye’s cultivation talent and understanding are really terrifying.” An elder nodded and said in a low voice.

“Han Muye only lasted three days when the Daoist struggle was over, what he planned,” a Qingpao Daoist stared at the two phantoms and whispered.

Looking up, there are several old men in green robes sitting in front of them.

Now he is the Elder of the Sword Pavilion.

Yuluo City’s sword’s might, even Yuluo Jianzun said it bluntly. The wooden branches that hold the sky cover the star.

Bai Yuming and the others returned, and the news about Tian Xuan was too terrifying.

In the past three days now, only these people who have returned from the land of Taoism will understand what the general trend of this world will be in the future.

It is impossible to understand that kind of Realm without personally seeing that kind of Power confrontation.

Although it is all false, this deacon Elder only has the power to mobilize some resources to make Han Muye.

Zhao Yu is the one who knows the strength of Han Muye.

Bai Yuming pondered for a while and said: “Since Prime Minister Han has arranged in the Medicine Valley, let’s go to the Medicine Valley and find Li Qingshi to make friends and wait for Prime Minister Han to return.”

“Yuming, although Han Muye has a domineering clone and a strong swordsmanship, what Zhao Yu said is not a small gap between what you said and what the rumors said.” An Elder frowned and said.

“This senior brother, Zhao Yu is here, the Imperial Sword Order. Return it.” In front of the ninety-nine sapphire steps, Zhao Yu bowed and saluted, holding the jade plaque in both hands.

At this time, Han Muye, who Zhao Yu and Bai Yuming knew, matched his combat power and image, and the two dared to confirm that Han Muye who appeared in Yaogu was the same person as Tianxuan Han Xiang.

Enter the main sword pavilion!

Qi Yu Daozu can only be shocked, and there is no real power to suppress all parties.

“Jiange, after all, you need to protect it.”

Having been to the land of Taoism and seeing Han Muye’s shot, Bai Yuming believed that it was only a matter of time before Tianxuan swallowed it for three days.

“Elder, I suggest Senior Brother Zhao Yu to add a deacon Elder. After all, he and Han Xiang are brothers.” Bai Yuming said loudly.

This is the strongest player in the current Jiange, and it is the Dinghaishenzhen that the Jiange and all parties in the upper heaven compete against.

If one person or two people said this, no one would believe it for the last three days.

“All right.”

“That’s their genius.”

So now all the forces have to do is to consider their relationship with Tianxuan, how to deal with it, and how to make friends with Han Muye.

Blending into time, outsiders are completely unable to perceive its existence.

After Qi Yu Daozu finished speaking, the atmosphere in the Great Hall slowly became heavy.

Qi Yu narrowed his eyes and said softly, “It’s not impossible to invite him into the main sword pavilion when necessary.”

This is also the reason why Zhao Yu can come to Great Hall today.

“Although my sword pavilion is a sword cultivator, I want to be happy in my actions, but sometimes, I should plan more.”

This is to fold the centuries-old world into a single line. All the figures who have entered and exited this place in the past 100 years have gathered, naturally revealing the originally hidden road.

First, a white-bearded old man narrowed his eyes and said softly.

The Xianyuan world is too big, the last three days are too big, and everything is possible.

“My Tongtian sword pavilion has been without a master for hundreds of thousands of years.”

“You are Zhao Yu.” The first old man glanced over and said, “You are familiar with that Han Muye?”

Just relying on this phantom to identify the characters, I am afraid that there are fraudsters everywhere in the cultivation world.

“You have also seen the danger of Medicine Valley.”

In the phantom, Han Muye stood in front of the giant tree supporting the sky, with Sword Qi wrapped around his body and Wan Jian with him.

“Everyone, it doesn’t seem that there is a big chaos in the upper heaven today, but it is already turbulent.”

“Originally, we all thought that this was a secret senior arrangement, an illusion.”

“Senior brother, I understand what you mean.” An Elder beside Daozu Qi Yu nodded.

How to do it?

Looking at the sword of Yuluo Jianzun, you can understand its swordsmanship.

Whether it is Tianxuan or Yaogu, the understanding of Han Muye is clear.

“Let’s go, let’s go catch sheep together.”

Many people on Great Hall nodded.

“Zhao Yu, you and Han Muye went to find the place where the senior sword cultivator sat. What was the result? You can see that Han Muye took action?” A voice sounded from the side of Great Hall.

In the Great Hall, everyone looked at the two phantoms and was speechless for a while.

“But later, I guessed that this might be Brother Han’s method.”

Now above the Great Hall, only one Elder is in charge of the eight-story sword pavilion, and the other three are all seven-story.

The power of the Great Dao emanating at will in those eyes can make people’s souls turbulent, and their body qi and blood coagulate.

Zhao Yu widened his eyes.

“Han Prime Minister, Han Prime Minister has a treasure in his hand. It was this wooden branch that opened the seal of Shengxiantai!” Bai Yuming stared at Zhao Yu, raised his hand, and a phantom appeared.

“Elder Jin said that there is also a seven-story sword pavilion in the hands of Tianxuan Han Xiang, and,” Bai Yu said clearly, “and there are at least ten million hidden swords in it.”

Zhao Yu stood there and listened quietly.

At this time, the Great Hall was noisy, but when Zhao Yu walked in, it was instantly quiet.

Zhao Yu lowered his voice: “I remember Brother Han told him, Fairy Mu, that he was going to show her the scenery.”

But Zhao Yu only took a quarter of an hour to arrive at the splendid splendor, with the cornices and corners like the Great Hall of the Fairy City.

His words were subtle, but straightforward.

“Senior Brother Bai,” Zhao Yu, who was standing in front of the stone steps, said, Bai Yuming has already cupped hands: “Elder Zhao, don’t do this, just call me Senior Nephew Yuming, you are the Elder.”

“Senior brother, is this where the gate of Wuyang Pavilion is located?”

“Judging from what Yuming and Zhao Yu said, as well as rumors from various parties, Han Muye’s personality and talent are all excellent, and he has experience in running a big power.”

The first among the younger disciples of Jiange, Cultivation Base’s combat power is the top among the younger disciples of the last three days.

deacon Elder.

“Let’s leave the matter of making Han Muye to Zhao Yu and Bai Yuming.” The elder Lu Yuansheng, who was in charge of the seventh-floor sword pavilion, made the final decision.

Shan Mingtao, who was wearing a black robe, sat on the lower left and looked at Zhao Yu.

“Anyway, Han Muye and my sword pavilion are friends, not enemies.” The old man who was sitting in the middle, who had never made a sound, said.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Yu tidied up his clothes and strode into the Great Hall.

Discussion The Great Hall has a wide gate and every pillar is zhang thick, like a giant dragon supporting the sky.

Every gaze in the Great Hall is at least half-sacred, a strong man who condenses the avenue!

Talking about the process of going all the way to the secret place, Zhao Yu talked about the dead star where the secret place is located.

An Elder represents the power behind him.

Such a big Sect, the mountain gate is not on for three days?

The elders in the Great Hall looked at each other.

Even if it wasn’t the first time I heard this, the Great Hall was still full of gasps.

Those with hidden power and peak power, no one dared to evaluate their combat power, so they ranked the elite disciples.

Approaching Han Muye while watching.

All the returning elites reported that the Tianxuan army was tyrannical, and Tianzun did not dare to face it directly. Tianxuan Han Xiang was so strong that even Tianzun could kill him.

“The heaven and the earth have changed drastically. The last three days collapsed. The Powerhouses ascended to the Immortal World. My Cultivation Base’s lifespan has been exhausted. I know that even if I pass the Shengxiantai, I will only die in the Hualing Pond.” Qi Yu looked down, There was a trace of regret in his eyes.

“Wuyang Pavilion not only does not have a mountain gate for three days, but also more than one place.”

The seven-story sword pavilion with thousands of hidden swords!

Stepping on the blue-gray terrazzo floor tiles, Zhao Yu felt that every step felt as if he was walking with a giant mountain on his back.

Even if Qi Yu Daozu falls one day, the sword pavilion will not decline in an instant.

Speaking of this, there was a hint of confusion in his eyes: “When I set foot on the Star, the entire Star turned from dead silence to lush green, and the characters in the upper city appeared as phantoms.”

Only by keeping the sword pavilion can we keep everything in our hands.

Han Muye stretched out his hand to hold Mu Wan, took one step forward, and merged with the cyan crowd flying boat in front of him.

“I don’t know what we’re going to do now?”

Time stacks up!

He knew that these elders didn’t believe it.

At this time, the Han Muye they were waiting for did not go straight to Medicine Valley.

Zhao Yu also raised his hand, Spiritual Qi turned into a phantom, Han Muye flew out with a sword from Yuluo City, and Wan Jian turned into a streamer.

Bai Yuming.

“This is Han Xiang.”

It was difficult for him to imagine that the Han Muye who met in the world of Suwei back then was the current Prime Minister of Tianxuan, the peerless powerhouse who swept his sword on the Dead Star.

“I think the Han Muye mentioned by Zhao Yu is not necessarily the Han Prime Minister of Tianxuan, but the message from the Liukui Pavilion on Broken Star Island. The one who can set up the Heart Refining Sword Formation and pass the Liukui Pavilion test is Han. Mutually.”

He is just an ordinary Inner Sect deacon disciple, so how can he be qualified to take charge of this Imperial Sword Order.

When he finished speaking, someone not far from his side said: “Yes, the swordsmanship is superb, the divine beast clone, this is indeed Lord Tianxuan Han Xiang.”

Han Muye and Mu Wan were driving the flying boat. At this time, they were three days away, outside the confused Star.

“Even if, one day, we have Tianxuan as an ally, and Tianxuan Han Muye is intimidated, the sword pavilion will still be Sacred Land.”

There is no scenery on the Dead Star, so I set up a scenery with Illusion Art?

Mastering the power of time and space, Han Muye discovered the gap between other powers and these two powers more and more.

Zhao Yu turned his head and saw a young man in a white robe with an indifferent expression standing there.

Only this time to explore the secret place of sword cultivation, Zhao Yu is walking with Han Muye.

The Elder of the Kendo Sect of the Heavenly Domain!

Before the Great Hall, the oppressive majesty made people tremble.

This is the token of the Sect Royal Sword, the entire Sect, except for the Elder-level characters, only a few elite disciples have this brand in the hands.

Mu Wan looked at the messy stars and meteorites, and said with some doubts.

Before the power of time and space, other attribute powers cannot compete at all.

That is to say, whether it is Han Muye who appeared in the Medicine Valley, or Han Prime Minister Tianxuan, as the seventh-level sword pavilion in the palm of his hand, entering the sword pavilion is directly the top elder.

Zhao Yu was stunned for a moment, hurriedly took back the token, and quickly stepped onto the stone steps.

There is still a long way to go from the mountain gate to the Great Hall, where the summit of power is held.

Han Muye looked at the confused meteor in front of him and chuckled, “Five sheep, it’s just a sheep here.”

Seeing Zhao Yu looking at him, the young man chuckled and nodded.

The way of time? The sights you see are all the scenery from thousands of years ago?

One of them raised his hand, and his body slammed forward uncontrollably, landing in the center of the Great Hall.

At this moment, the first voice sounded, Great Hall seemed like a breeze blowing, Zhao Yu felt his whole body loosen, and all the oppressive power dissipated.

Along the way, Han Muye really didn’t take exploring the secrets seriously.

“Three caves of cunning rabbits, they are more cunning than rabbits, there are five secret mountain gates like this.”

Wuyang Pavilion can also be regarded as a great power in the last three days. Its business roads are all over the world of Xianyuan, and it is the intersection of many surrounding worlds.

Zhao Yu bowed and cupped fist.

Zhao Yu bowed very white Yuming.

Elder.

“But my Cultivation Base’s combat power has declined. If I encounter top powerhouses, I’m afraid I can only fight to the death.”

The middle-aged Jianxiu standing in front of the steps glanced at Zhao Yu, did not pick up the token, but said lightly, “Let’s advance to the Great Hall, Elder and the others have been waiting for a long time.”

Zhao Yu nodded with a wry smile, cupped his hands and said, “Thank you Yuming.”

Before the general trend of Tianxuan, if the last three days of disputes could not join forces, they would be in danger of being destroyed.

“Tianxuan and Tianxuan Han Xiang have a deep relationship with my sword pavilion, and our sword pavilion will make an alliance with them.”

In charge of the eighth-level sword pavilion, the current sword pavilion guards the elder, Qi Yu, the elder of the Cultivation Base in the realm of Taoist ancestors.

Bai Yuming’s face showed joy.

“This is Brother Han.”

Everyone in the Great Hall looked at Zhao Yu again.

There are too many ways to change the image in the world.

Zhao Yu nodded hurriedly and recounted how he met Han Muye in Suwei World.

He raised his hand, and a faint blue light flashed, covering the ten thousand feet in front of him.

“Tianxuan Han Xiang has already understood the way of time.” Bai Yuming’s voice was solemn.

The faint power of the soul was suppressed, making Zhao Yu’s face pale.

The strength of Tianxuan, the strength of Tianxuan Han Xiang, is actually difficult for the current upper heaven to resist.

“I voluntarily stay in this world because I want to protect the sword pavilion in my last years.”

Without the sword pavilion, even if these people are powerful, it is impossible to have such resources in the upper heaven.

“The seven-story sword pavilion in the hands of Li Qingshi of Medicine Valley is not fake.” At the first, an elder spoke up, causing the Great Hall to suddenly become silent.

In the void, one after another silhouette, flying boats shuttle, leaving a clear road!

In the Great Hall, many people also opened their mouths in surprise.

Many people quietly raised their heads to look at the Elder expressions on Great Hall.

And if he falls, the top strongmen of the sword pavilion are not enough to compete with all parties, and immediately fall into the sword way Sacred Land, and lose the power to compete with the heavenly sects such as Yuling Daozong.

He took a deep breath, looked up and looked around: “Elders, what I have seen of Han Muye, the strength of swordsmanship and the heaven-defying of comprehension, are unimaginable.”

After a moment of silence, Great Hall finally set the tone.

In the Great Hall, all kinds of guesses sounded for a while.

Even if there are countless possibilities, the seven-story sword tower is a fact.

“Zhao Yu has met the elders.”

The sword pavilion still looks powerful, but it lacks high-end combat power.

“Okay, then let’s go to Medicine Valley.” Zhao Yu nodded and gathered with Bai Yuming. Early the next morning, he led a team of swordsmen to Medicine Valley.

The two elders who were in charge of the seventh-floor sword pavilion in the first position spoke up, causing everyone in the Great Hall to change their expressions.

There is no owner in the sword pavilion, and the Elder centralizes power.

After only seven or eight steps, Zhao Yu’s whole body became weak, his face flushed red, and he was groggy, and was about to sit on the ground.

Zhao Yu was at a loss until he walked out of the Great Hall.

Zhao Yu knew Bai Yuming because Bai Yuming was the elite among the elites of Jiange.

There was a ranking in the last three days, and the elite disciples of various major sects were listed on it.

The power of time!

I never thought that one day I would have the opportunity to meet such a person.

The way of time!

Because he has a cyan jade card in his hand.

Tianxuan, but has the power to annex the upper heaven.