Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Due to its speed, the bisected Wujin beast still had a fierce and triumphant glint in its eyes.

"Boom!"

The sword light cleaved the black gold beast\'s 10-foot-long body and reached down another 100 feet, completely splitting the muddy marsh.

Within the marsh, a dark golden light flashed, only to be covered again by surging mud.

"Pa!"

Two pieces of the black gold beast\'s body fell to the ground, and two black fist-sized black gold bricks rolled to the ground. The cracks on the black gold bricks could be seen clearly.

The extraordinarily tough black gold stone, which required secret methods to refine, was severed with a single sword.

The power of this sword was terrifying.

The five Mystic Spirit Sword Sect disciples were still in a panic. They ran forward in fear. When they saw that Zhang Yunji, who looked a little afraid, was unscathed, they heaved a sigh of relief.

They were all dependent on Zhang Yunji. If something happened to him, their survival in this place would be a hundred times more difficult.

The fleeing cultivators hurriedly stepped forward and worked together to surround the three-foot-long black gold beast.

Zhang Yunji shattered the 100-foot-long puppet, and Han Muye killed the ten-foot-long black gold beast with a single strike. The remaining black gold beast no longer had any fighting spirit. It activated the 30-foot-long puppet to barely protect itself and fled in all directions, but it was surrounded.

Zhang Yunji\'s gaze fell on the black gold beast that had been cut in half, and his pupils constricted slightly.

As a swordsman, he could see just how fast and lethal that sword strike was.

That sword strike on himself was no different from the one on the Black Gold Beast.

His Uncle-Master Han\'s Sword Dao cultivation was stronger than he had imagined!

On the black gold stone that had been cut in half, the light flickering from the broken part was unique and unparalleled.

Could Wang Jintai, the uncle who guarded Qingyun Town, exhibit such a sword strike?

"Thank you, Uncle-Master." Zhang Yunji flew down and bowed to Han Muye.

This was a life-saving favor. No matter how respectful he was, it was not too much.

Han Muye waved his hand, and the sword in his hand instantly flew out, shattering the 30-foot-tall puppet.

Then, he sheathed his sword.

The 30-foot-long puppet shattered, and the black gold beast could no longer withstand it. It was surrounded and killed by Du Sanzhen and the others.

Ignoring the gratitude of the cultivators, Han Muye looked at the quagmire.

A violent sword intent surged from his body.

The power of wind and lightning.

This was the basic sword technique power of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect. At least half of the dozen or so people present had cultivated this Sword Dao power.

However, the power of their Sword Dao combined was not even a fraction of Han Muye\'s current strength.

Was this the power of a great cultivator?

"I\'m afraid this Senior Sword Sect\'s Sword Dao has already entered the outer fringe," an old man in his fifties beside Du Sanzhen said in a low voice with a solemn expression.I think you should take a look at

"Hehe, Young Master Han\'s Sword Dao is naturally powerful." As soon as Du Sanzhen spoke, the expressions of the surrounding people changed.

Obviously, this fellow recognized the expert of the Sword Sect in front of him!

"Old Du, you\'re not practical."

"Brother Du, I\'ll treat you to a drink in Widow Chang\'s courtyard tonight."

The whispers around him made Du Sanzhen smile.

In front, the five disciples of the Sword Sect waved their hands. Everyone went forward and skillfully peeled off the skin and bones of the black gold beast. All kinds of claws, teeth, tendons, and flesh were sorted and gathered.

These cultivators from the outer sect had done this countless times.

After the battlefield was cleaned up, they did not stay any longer and quietly retreated, leaving only five outer sect disciples of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect there. They picked up the three black gold bricks and sent them to Han Muye and Zhang Yunji.

"Senior Brother Yunji, this—" A middle-aged sword cultivator carrying a black sword had a shocked expression on his face. He held the black gold stone that Han Muye had cleaved open with both hands.

This fist-sized black gold stone was extremely heavy.

When the few of them were collecting the black gold beast, they had already been shocked by the fact that it was bisected with a single sword strike. Now, seeing the sword marks on the black gold stone, their hearts were even more shaken and overwhelmed.

Zhang Yunji reached out and picked up the two pieces of black gold stone. He put them together, his eyes shining.

"Uncle-Master, give this black gold stone to Yunji. I\'ll pay 10 times the price."

By inviting Han Muye, one of these black gold stones would belong to Han Muye.

It was Han Muye who killed the Black Gold Beast. These two Black Gold Stones should have all belonged to Han Muye.

However, Zhang Yunji sensed sword intent from the intermediate sword mark.

The sword intent left on the black gold stones was a hundred times more valuable than the black gold brick itself!

He often observed this sword move. Even if he could not cultivate this sword intent, it was also an opportunity to comprehend the basics.

Not only Zhang Yunji, but the five outer sect disciples of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect also quietly looked at Han Muye.

They didn\'t have the qualifications to keep the black gold stone, but they also hoped that Han Muye would agree.

Han Muye chuckled and waved his hand. "It\'s just a black gold stone. Why talk about 10 times the price? It\'s a gift for you."

Having said that, without waiting for Zhang Yunji to respond, he had already taken a step forward and set foot on the edge of the muddy marsh.

"I\'m more interested in this black gold mine deep in the mud."

Black Gold Mine!

Han Muye\'s words stunned everyone.

Zhang Yunji couldn\'t care less about the black gold stone in his hand. With a sweep of his green aura, he put it away and stepped forward, landing three feet above the muddy marsh.

"Uncle-Master, you said that there\'s a black gold mine here?"

If the Black Gold Mine could really be discovered, it would mean a huge fortune.

The two fist-sized black gold bricks in his hand could be sold at a price of 100,000 spiritual rocks or exchanged for more than 1,000 merit points.

If it was a mineral vein, no matter how small it was, it would not be less than a million spiritual rocks.

A million spiritual rocks could be used to purchase middle-grade artifacts or spiritual materials or spiritual herbs of the same value.