Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

On White Deer Mountain, countless people were waiting for the day when Mountain Chieftain Han Muye would return.

In the Central Continent, countless people guessed that the day Grandmaster Han Muye returned to White Deer Mountain would be the day he stepped into the Grandmaster Realm.

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The time spent cultivating was like a white horse passing through a crack.

On the Nine Mystic Mountain, the flowers bloomed and withered.

The Sword Pavilion showed off their swords again.

Huang Zhihu, who was causing a ruckus all over the mountain, grew a head taller.

The Sword Pavilion elder, Han Muye, had not come out of seclusion.

Or rather, Elder Han of the Sword Pavilion had never left the Sword Pavilion.

“Clang—”

In front of the Sword Pavilion, a long sword flew up.

Yang Mingxuan, who had a complicated expression on his face, took a step back and whispered, “I lost.”

At this moment, the surrounding disciples of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect were not angry. Instead, they secretly clenched their fists, their faces filled with excitement.

It had been more than a year since Elder Han Muye opened the Heavenly Gate with his sword in the Sword Pavilion. Finally, someone had fought 18 battles in a row and arrived in front of the Sword Pavilion. He had sent the sword in the Sword Pavilion’s Sword Caretaker Yang Mingxuan’s hand flying.

In the next round, they would be able to see Elder Han of the Sword Pavilion make a move!

The might of the Sword Dao Immortal would reappear in the Nine Mystic Mountain!

The young man who had knocked away Yang Mingxuan’s sword looked confused as he looked around.

He had clearly defeated an expert from the other party’s sect. Shouldn’t these people be filled with righteous indignation and want to gang up on him?

Why were they all so excited?

“Senior Brother Yang, you were the one who taught me how to kill in your sect’s secret place.

“To be able to defeat you today, it’s not because my Sword Dao is truly stronger than yours, but because you don’t have any killing intent.”

The young man put away his sword and cupped his fists. He bowed to Yang Mingxuan.

The young man’s words made the dozen or so sword cultivators behind him nod.

They came from the Central Continent and passed the challenge to train in the secret place arranged by the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

Such a bloody battle made one shiver in fear.

The killing power displayed by Yang Mingxuan of the Sword Pavilion was engraved in everyone’s hearts.

“Luo Teng, your cultivation and combat strength are indeed strong enough. Your Central Continent’s Haoyuan Sword Sect’s swordsmanship is powerful.”

Yang Mingxuan shook his head and said calmly, “The inheritance of my Bright Mountain Sword Sect can’t compare.”

Bright Mountain Sword Sect.

It was not the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

From the beginning to the end, Yang Mingxuan had used the Bright Mountain Sword Sect’s sword technique instead of the Sword Pavilion’s inheritance.

“If you can knock away the sword in my hand, you have the qualifications to advance further.”

Yang Mingxuan smiled.

“Senior Brother Lin Shen and Senior Brother Lu Gao are not around. Coincidentally, Elder Han came out of seclusion yesterday.”

Elder Han had really come out of seclusion!

Outside the Sword Pavilion, cheers sounded.

Luo Teng and the Central Continent sword cultivators behind him were all confused.

Why are they cheering? they wondered.

On the third floor of the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye stood in front of the window and shook his head gently.

Their sect’s disciples were cheering for their elders being challenged, right?

People’s hearts were really not what they used to be.

He turned and walked slowly downstairs.

His originally relaxed and indifferent expression turned serious.

These Central Continent sword cultivators were nothing. Yang Mingxuan had deliberately lost a move to let them see hope.

Otherwise, how could there be so many free laborers in the Fire Source World to resist the cultivators of the Cloud Heaven Realm?

Han Muye’s expression changed because of the rolling clouds thousands of miles away.

There was an extremely sharp sword intent.

The sword intent had already condensed into a great force and was heading over.

The direction was the Nine Mystic Mountain.