Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

On the drill ground, the reserve commanders and elite soldiers did not leave. They stood there and discussed excitedly.

"Xu Changyuan, I didn\'t expect that the Sword Tiger that defeated you back then is actually a woman. You can\'t even f*cking defeat a woman." In front, a tall general laughed and looked at the young man beside him.

The young man\'s expression did not change. He said coldly, "There are only three to five people in the camp who can defeat Sword Tiger. Back then, you, Zhao Dacheng, were lucky and did not encounter her. Otherwise, you would have been beaten down."

These words made the surrounding generals have different expressions.

Those who had been beaten and those who had not were all wearing different expressions.

"Haha, alright, I\'ll give it a try. Let\'s see if Sword Tiger can beat me up. Let\'s agree that I\'ll challenge her. None of you should think of snatching her from me." The tall and sturdy Gao Dacheng smiled and walked forward.

"Bang!"

A thin general standing in front turned around and kicked Zhao Dacheng over.

"Are you qualified to challenge Sword Tiger?"

Blood Tiger Qian Yutang, who was also one of the Five Tigers of Mystic Sun!

When Qian Yutang made his move, the surrounding people did not even dare to engage in discussion.

"What? Old Qian, are you going to compete with me?" On the other side, the young man carrying the Mystic Sun Sword on his back and wearing a half-armor with golden light flickering in his eyes spoke.

Flying Tiger Bai Jianfei!

The two of them looked at each other. The battle intent in their eyes made the surrounding people subconsciously retreat.

"You guys continue playing. I\'m leaving." The young man standing on the other side shook his head and turned to leave.

After taking a few steps, he suddenly turned around and headed towards the military\'s Alchemy Medical Hall.

"The 10 strokes aren\'t light. Don\'t leave any scars. I think it\'s better to use a Spirit Channeling Meridian Replenishing Pill…" The young man\'s muttering made Bai Jianfei and Qian Yutang stunned.

"F*ck, Sun Zhan, you coward!"

"Haha, I happen to have a Spirit Channeling Meridian Replenishing Pill."

Chaos broke out on the drill ground. Huang Zhihu no longer had the courage to stay and ran back to her tent with her head in her hands.

Lu Xiaoyun smiled and followed her.

Not far away, in the central tent, Lu Yang sat at the head of the table, while Han Muye sat steadily at the side.

"Granduncle, it\'s a joyous occasion for you to return from outside the realm. Why are you punishing her like this?" Lu Yang looked at Han Muye and asked in confusion.

In the camp, Huang Zhihu\'s combat strength and schemes were all above average.

Lu Yang had the intention to nurture her.

However, after today, those fellows would probably not be afraid of Sword Tiger anymore.

The army was valiant. Without reputation, one would lose a lot of combat strength.

"I can be considered a little selfish." Han Muye looked out of the military tent and sighed softly.

"Zhihu is Sixth Brother\'s legitimate daughter, my adopted daughter. All these years, I only wanted her to receive the best education and the best cultivation, but she lacked discipline.

"A girl can\'t always be fighting and killing at the frontlines."

Han Muye\'s expression was solemn.

The battle of the Dao was a battle of life and death.

These Mystic Sun Guards would see mountains of corpses and seas of blood for at least 50 years.

There might not be more than 10 people in the camp who could outlast the 100-year Dao Competition.

She was his adopted daughter after all. If not for the rules of the Mystic Sun Guards, Han Muye would have asked Huang Zhihu to leave the trial.

After exposing Huang Zhihu\'s identity this time, there would be less criticism when he used his power to privately transfer Huang Zhihu away in the future when they encountered a huge battle.

Hearing Han Muye\'s words, Lu Yang nodded.

He had returned from a bloody battle outside the Realm. Naturally, he knew the dangers of the Dao competition.

However, who could really escape from the hundred-year Dao Competition?

Han Muye did not come to the military camp just for Huang Zhihu. He sat with Lu Yang and analyzed the general situation of the Heavenly Mystic Realm, deducing the forms of the various prefectures and counties.

"I originally planned to use the Mystic Sun Guards to conquer various places. However, there are many experts from the Daoist Sect and the Demon Dao, so I\'m not completely confident." Lu Yang\'s expression was a little gloomy.

The battle between Divine Lord Xuan Ming and Wang Muyang had caused the prestige of Confucianism to collapse too severely.

Currently, other than the prefectures and counties, where the suppression of the Grandmasters could stabilize, the other towns were in chaos.

"Minister Wen and Marquis Wu mean to use the Heavenly Mystic chaos to train their troops." Lu Yang looked at Han Muye.

No matter how chaotic the Heavenly Mystic was, it was impossible for it to surpass Wen Mosheng\'s control.

Wen Mosheng didn\'t make a move because he wanted everyone in the Heavenly Mystic to experience all kinds of turmoil and unconsciously improve their ability to deal with the chaos.

Han Muye knew that this was not wrong.

Just like weeds growing together with vegetables and fruits, the weeds would definitely grow lushly.

Only those who had experienced more hardships would have the courage to face everything.

"I\'ll go see Minister Wen," Han Muye said as he stood up.

"You have to be prepared.

"The Mystic Sun Guards want to sweep through the world."

Sweeping across the world!

Lu Yang stood up and nodded solemnly.

If that was the case, he would not hesitate.

As for whether he could do it or not, it was not something he considered.

Han Muye left the camp and asked Zuo Lin and the others to go straight to the upper city of the Imperial City.

His figure was so fast that no one could see him.

In just a moment, he had already arrived in front of the Prime Minister\'s residence in the upper city.

The upper city was also much more empty now. Qin Suyang and the other experts were guarding outside the realm.

When they arrived at the Minister\'s Mansion, the soldiers at the door were about to stop them when they saw a middle-aged scholar in a green robe walking over quickly.

"Greetings, Mr. Mu Ye."

"Minister, please come in for a chat."

Zhou Wenbo, the Chief Supervisor of Minister Wen\'s Residence, had the cultivation of a Confucian Grandmaster. Usually, he was in charge of many matters in the Minister\'s Residence.

Han Muye nodded and followed Zhou Wenbo into the Minister\'s residence.

The mansion was decorated simply, with only a few flowers and plants around.

Many people in green robes or official robes were in a hurry.

This place could be considered the core of the Heavenly Mystic Dynasty.

In the palace hall, there was only a rare court meeting every year.

Walking to the front hall, Han Muye looked up at the figure sitting behind the long table.

It was Minister Wen, yet not Minister Wen.

It was just a Primordial Spirit phantom.

Minister Wen\'s true body was naturally still guarding outside the realm.

"A Great Dao seed is really rare." Wen Mosheng looked up at Han Muye with a smile.

Before Han Muye could cup his hands, Wen Mosheng said again, "Junior Brother, I\'ll leave the Heavenly Mystic Realm to you. How about that?"