Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Instructor Lin of the Sword Pavilion, Senior Brother Lu Gao, Yang Mingxuan…

There were also many fellow disciples who had received a few words of guidance from Elder Han when they received their swords. Which one of them did not soar into the sky?

There were unspoken rules on the Nine Mystic Mountain. When Immortal Han spoke, people would be willing to put themselves at risk.

There must be a huge opportunity on the other side.

“Yes, Elder Han!”

In the hall, more than a hundred sect elites bowed again.

Everyone was filled with fighting spirit.

After the disciples and elders dispersed, Han Muye stood up.

“Little Han, what are your plans for entering the secret realm this time?” Tao Ran looked at Han Muye and grinned.

In his opinion, with Han Muye’s combat strength, entering the secret realm was nothing.

If he wanted to obtain any bloodline power, it would depend on what Han Muye thought.

The key was that in this secret realm, besides the power of bloodline, there was also Duan Jiuxiao’s inheritance and the Ten Thousand Demons Token.

Han Muye shook his head and said, “I’ll take Zhihu around. Let’s take whatever opportunity we encounter.”

Just taking Huang Zhihu around?

Patriarch Tao Ran opened his mouth, disappointment flashing in his eyes.

“My Nine Mystic Sword Sect is the number one sect in the Western Frontier, and we use the Sword Dao as our foundation. The opportunities in this Southern Wasteland secret realm are indeed insignificant,” Tuoba Cheng said calmly.

He raised his hand, and there was a faint golden blood pearl in his palm.

“This is the ancient bloodline power of the Southern Wasteland White Tiger Clan.

“They hope to form an alliance with the Nine Mystic Sword Sect in the secret realm.” With a flick of his finger, the blood pearl landed in front of Han Muye.

Ancient White Tiger Bloodline.

Han Muye reached out and held it, feeling the surging power in his palm.

“Let’s see if there’s a chance to form an alliance in the secret realm.” Tuoba Cheng looked at Han Muye and chuckled. “I won’t interfere with how you do things in the secret realm.”

As he had said, as long as the Nine Mystic Sword Sect developed steadily, it would be enough to suppress the Western Frontier.

Be it other opportunities or resources, they were dispensable.

“What about the Ten Thousand Demons Token?” Han Muye put away the blood pearl and looked up at Tuoba Cheng.

“If the Southern Wasteland finds the Ten Thousand Demons Token this time and uses it to control all the clans, it will be a huge threat to our Western Frontier.”

A scattered demon clan was a good demon clan.