Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Many people stared at Han Muye curiously through the Spirit Illumination Array.

"On the sixth level, the fastest person in our Dangsha City was Shen Zhenyu from 180,000 years ago. He happened to land in the group of bluestone puppets and used a move called Sandstorm to mobilize the Heaven and Earth powers. He passed in half an hour."

An old man in an earthen yellow Dao robe said with a smug expression.

All the trial halls had their own glory.

The speed at which one passed through the various levels of the trial ground was determined by strength and luck.

Some people happened to excel in countering the trial methods of this place and could pass in an instant, while others were at a disadvantage and could only escape with great effort.

At this moment, eight stone puppets had already surrounded Han Muye.

These puppets swung their arms and smashed them down towards him.

Their speed wasn\'t very fast, but they carried a vigorous wind and stirred up surging green immortal energy, looking awe-inspiring.

Han Muye raised the sword in his hand and then returned it to its sword box.

Just as everyone was slightly stunned, a large sword emerged from the scabbard on his back.

The five-foot-long sword had a black blade that exuded a sense of heaviness and solidity.

With the great sword in his hands, Han Muye held it with both hands, let out a low shout, and flew up.

"Boom—"

The large sword came crashing down, shattering a stone puppet in front of everyone\'s dazed eyes.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

…

Like those strongmen in the mundane world who split mountains and rocks, the long sword transformed into a heavy hammer, ruthlessly cleaving down without any fancy techniques.

No skills were needed, just one sword after another facing off against the stone puppets.

The sword\'s roar echoed, and the stone puppets exploded.

"How can a sword cultivator…" A white-haired old man stared at the sword in Han Muye\'s hand, his lips trembling.

How could a sword cultivator be so careless about sword techniques, treating the long sword as a random chopping stick?

This was what many people wanted to say in their hearts.

"Good sword technique. I like it." Gong Shu, a big man from the Zhantian Temple, watched Han Muye\'s sword cleave and his eyes sparkled.

Beside him, Zhu Yong from the Xuntian Hall turned his head and said casually, "A heavy sword that lacks finesse, yet it has no weak points. With just his mastery of the sword, which seems effortless and heavy, he\'s already at an elite level."I think you should take a look at

"This sword weighs only a thousand pounds, but in his hands, it can deliver an overwhelming blow. The transition between light and heavy is truly taken to the extreme." The old man standing in front nodded and spoke softly.

Han Muye swept through the formation of stone puppets on the sixth floor with absolute dominance.

On the seventh level.

The eighth level.

On the ninth level.

Under everyone\'s expectant gazes, Han Muye stepped into the 10th level of the trial.

In the trial hall of Yunlu City, Zhao Xu, who was clenching his fists, laughed out loud.

Hu Jie and the others behind him were also overjoyed.

Stepping into the tenth floor meant that Han Muye had officially become an inner sect disciple of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect.

In other words, Han Muye\'s trial was already considered a success. He only needed to stay in the trial ground for 30 days.

As for how many levels he reached later, that was up to him.

At least Zhao Xu and the others had completed their mission.

Wang Minghe stood in front and whispered, "Zhao Xu, when he finishes the trial, you can choose a city and become an official."

Choose?

Any city in the Yuzeh State, your choice!

This was the reward for Zhao Xu.

The reason was simple: Yunlu City\'s trial hall had produced at least an elite-level disciple.

Joy appeared on Zhao Xu\'s face, and everyone else looked at him with envy.

Guarding the trial hall, how many years would it take to have such an opportunity?

In the 10th level of the trial grounds, Han Muye drew his sword and killed a flying red bird with a single slash, then his expression changed as he raised his hand, revealing a fiery red bead.

"A Nirvana Pearl? How does he have that thing?"

"Phoenix Nirvana Bead? He wants to nurture his spiritual beast?"

"This thing is not easy to raise. How many people have gone bankrupt?"

Outside the Spirit Illumination Array, various sighs could be heard.

In the trial hall of Yunlu City, Wang Minghe frowned.

"Did the news from the Zhenhuang Hall turn out to be true?"

"Does this kid have any connection to the destruction of Sanhuo City?"