Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

If outsiders saw this scene in the quiet room, they would probably have their eyes closed.

It took less than half a day for Han Muye to cultivate it to the realm of great success!

The world practice starts from the beginning of the first glimpse of the door, and it also needs to reach the state of lean and proficient small success, in order to achieve the state of mastery.

No matter how simple it is, it is not a one-time thing to achieve success.

Who is the one who cultivated the exercises to the highest level without spending years or even decades of hard work?

A full-level comprehension is really too heaven-defying!

The iron bull condensed out, and Han Muye's eyes showed a faint divine light.

Outside of his body, there was also a faint dark golden halo.

It's just that the halo is too faint to be felt at all.

"With the body training method, the body is as strong as iron, and the meridians are stable. Is this considered to be entering the Yuanyuan period?"

Whispering in his mouth, Han Muye smiled bitterly.

Is this a surprise?

What he wants to cultivate is a cultivation method that can be seen for a long time, but it is not a physical exercise that can only strengthen the body.

Even if one's body-cultivation exercises reach the pinnacle, it is only the pinnacle of the human realm.

There is no one in the world who can cultivate to the realm by means of body training.

The phantom of the green cow behind him slowly dissipated, and Han Muye was ready to finish his work.

The images in his mind kept changing, which made him stunned for a moment.

After condensing into a green ox, can you continue?

"Om—"

With a light sound, behind him, a second green ox phantom appeared!

His whole body was full of qi and blood, as if he was about to rush out of his body.

For a split second, Han Muye only felt that his entire body's strength skyrocketed, and there was a feeling of fullness that his muscles and bones were torn apart.

He was certain that a single punch would shatter the wall in front of him.

Han Muye's eyes widened, and the image in his mind suddenly disappeared.

"After the cultivation method is completed, can it be deduced?"

"Is there a second level of this iron bull's strength?"

Can the body-refinement exercises purchased from the Eighty Spirit Stones be derived from the second level?

Perhaps, Tie Niu Jin is not the lowest level of body training?

The picture in his mind was scattered, and Han Muye did not make any further derivations.

He decided to have the opportunity to go to Zhao Pu to ask about the practice of this iron bull.

This inner sect elite is still a good person.

Han Muye's pitiful cultivation experience at the moment told him that cultivation must be prudent.

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Jiuxuan Mountain, the living area of ​​inner disciples.

With a complicated expression, Yang Shao stood in front of an attic.

"Junior Brother Yang Shao, Master doesn't want to see you, so you should go." A young man wearing a white robe with a proud expression said coldly.

"If you failed to cultivate blue waves in March, you are no longer qualified to practice under the master's sect." Another young man with the same white robe and jade belt said lightly.

"When you go out in the future, don't say that you are my junior brother Su Chengyun."

After the young man finished speaking, he flicked his sleeves and strode away.

One of the seventy-two masters of the inner door, Su Chengyun.

Of the three thousand disciples of the inner sect, all of them are above the Qi Condensation, and most of them are already in the foundation building state.

Su Chengyun is a master who has already set foot in the Foundation Establishment Realm.

Yang Shao nodded, stood where he was, and didn't speak.

After a long time, a voice came from the attic.

"Yang Shao, I'll give you three more days. If you can't cultivate a blue wave in three days, you won't use my Santan Pavilion in the future."

The voice was cold, and Gujing had no waves.

A flash of excitement flashed on Yang Shao's face, and he bowed: "Master, I have already cultivated into a blue wave."

Hearing his words, there was silence in the attic for a moment, and then a voice sounded: "Okay, I'll give you one last chance."

"Come up and see me."

Yang Shao straightened his clothes and strode into the attic.

In front of the attic, several young men in white robes looked at each other.

"Yesterday, his Bibo didn't have any clues, so he can cultivate it today?" A young man with a long sword on his back said with a frown.

These people have a three-legged tripod pattern printed on their clothes, which is the symbol of the same door.

The Santan Pavilion is the cultivation gate of the inner sect elder Xu Haosheng, and his disciples will all have this three-legged tripod mark.

"Let's go and have a look, as long as he doesn't lose my face in Santan Pavilion." The tall and thin young man standing at the front turned around and stepped into the attic.

Several other people looked at each other and followed quietly.

At this time, Yang Shao had already bowed and stood in front of an old man in gray clothes with gray hair.

"Yang Shao, when you worshiped me, I once said that your aptitude is good, but your understanding is poor."

"This blue wave swordsmanship is a test for you."

The old man's face was expressionless, he just spoke lightly.

"Disciple understands." Yang Shao lowered his head and replied gently.

How many inner disciples can worship under the elders?

He desperately had to seize such an opportunity.

Just as the master said, his comprehension is indeed a lot worse, and in March, he failed to understand the Bibo swordsmanship.

A few fellows approached quietly, then bowed to Xu Haosheng, who was sitting upright, and stood beside him.

Xu Haosheng nodded, looked at Yang Shao, waved his sleeves and said, "Then you can practice Bibo swordsmanship."

Yang Shao nodded, took a deep breath, and slowly closed his eyes.

Today in the Yanfa Building, the senior practitioner who performed the method used a very slow technique and gave a clear explanation, which made him suddenly enlightened.

Bibo, but that's it!

With his hand on the hilt of the sword, what Yang Shao thought was not Bibo's first artistic conception.

Master is a sect elder, a strong emperor, and there are countless masters under his sect.

If you want to be recognized and favored by your master, you need to stand out.

Today, this opportunity must be seized!

"Curachi—"

The long sword was unsheathed, Yang Shao raised his arm, and the sword light turned into a thin line.

The thin line is fast, fast to the extreme, like a big river running.

"Hey, I still don't understand..."

Not far away, someone shook his head lightly.

"Haha, after cultivating Bibo swordsmanship like this in three months, UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.com is also qualified to stay in Santan Pavilion?" On the other side, someone flashed a sneer.

"I can't complain that Senior Brother Su looks down on him. I don't want to leave mediocre people under Master's sect." The tall and thin disciple standing in front said coldly.

Going up, Xu Haosheng, who was sitting cross-legged, frowned slightly.

He stared at the sword in Yang Shao's hand with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

The sword light in Yang Shao's hand was very thin and fast.

He imagined what he saw, the sword was like a scene from the sky.

That was a sword that made him lose his mind.

Bibo, there is a second artistic conception!

"Om—"

The long sword in his hand seemed to understand his intentions, and the halos spread out, as if bursting.

A moment of brilliance!

The sword light flickered with a dazzling cold light, as if monstrous waves were rising from an ancient well without waves.

Xu Hao, who was sitting upright, stood up, stepped forward, raised his hand and pointed at Yang Shao's sword.

"when-"

The long sword shook, flew three feet away, and landed on the floor.

Xu Haosheng stared at Yang Shao with his eyes fixed on Yang Shao, his breath dignified to the extreme: "Why, your Bibo is like this?"

Why?

Holding his trembling right hand, Yang Shao said in a low voice, "Disciple thinks, even if there are no waves in the cold pool, there will eventually be waves surging."

"This sword is when the blue waves rise."

"Hehe, you can understand Bibo's second artistic conception in March, Yang Shao, your comprehension is not a test." Looking at Yang Shao in front of him, Xu Haosheng seemed to be looking at a piece of beautiful jade that had not yet been polished.

Clenching his fists slightly, Yang Shao raised his head and looked at Xu Haosheng: "Master, I think Bi Bo still has a third artistic conception, but I haven't realized it yet."

Xu Haosheng's outstretched arm froze there.

"The third..."