Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The old man\'s gaze landed on the nine-story sword tower in front of Han Muye and he said softly, "It\'s rare that even the Nine Essence Tower chose him."

The old man slowly turned his head and swept his gaze across the group of Immortal Lord experts. "Then, what\'s the alternative?"

Everyone bowed and cupped their hands. "As Sect Master commands."

The old man nodded and waved his hand, his figure dissipating.

As it dissipated, the sword light in front of Han Muye also dissipated.

The 32 sword lights scattered, and the sword that Han Muye condensed also recovered, turning into a dazzling sword light again.

This sword that gathered thousands of sword intent returned to his hand, as if he had not stabbed out at all just now.

"To be able to mobilize such power through the backtracking of space and time, even an Immortal Lord would find it difficult, right?" Han Muye turned the short sword into a dazzling headband and whispered.

He knew how powerful that strike just now was. Even a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal could not easily resolve it.

Although no one said who attacked, since someone stopped the battle, the battle ended.

The more than 2,000 elites of the Sword Sect dispersed, and Han Muye flew down.

The surrounding Sword Sect disciples who were watching were filled with reluctance. They sighed and turned around.

The improvement in his Sword Dao on this day was unimaginable.

Seeing the peaks of the mountains, one\'s heart would be filled with admiration.

Han Muye\'s invincible sword cultivator appearance would be remembered by countless disciples of the Sword Sect.

This was how a sword cultivator should be in his life.

When Han Muye landed outside the city gate, an old Daoist in a green robe, who was at the Heaven Immortal Insightful Emptiness Realm, was waiting for him.

"Han Muye, I\'m Elder Xuan Ji of the Zhenxuan Hall. Chen Qiu sent a message saying that you agreed to go to the Burial Immortal City as a disciple of the Zhenxuan Hall.

"If you represent my Zhenxuan Hall, you can head to the Zhenxuan Hall\'s encampment to rest first," the old Daoist looked at Han Muye and said softly.

He had arrived early and was originally prepared to receive Han Muye to the Zhenxuan Hall.

However, he did not expect Han Muye to fight the elites of the Sword Sect as soon as he left the teleportation array.

This battle also made his heart turn cold.

How could such an expert, Invincible Han of Yunlan City, represent the Zhenxuan Hall?

It was just a formality to ask now.

The people from the Xuntian Hall and Zhantian Hall were probably already here.

"Alright, then I\'ll follow the Elder to the Zhenxuan Hall." Han Muye nodded.

"Alright, I understand—go, go to the Zhenxuan Hall?" Elder Xuan Ji was stunned for a moment, and his dazed expression slowly revealed ecstasy.

"Are you really going?"

Han Muye nodded. "Of course I\'m really going."

Elder Xuan Ji laughed loudly and hurriedly stopped laughing. He raised his hand and threw out a small green-gray flying ship before saying in a low voice, "Leave, leave quickly."

After the flying ship flew away for a moment, Zhou Sheng ascended and landed. He looked around and asked curiously, "Where did this kid go?"

Looking up, the figure of a cultivator from the Zhantian Hall flashed past.

…

There were a total of 16 Heaven Immortals and Golden Immortal Elders in the Zhenxuan Hall who had yet to enter seclusion.

Among them, the one with the highest cultivation was Elder Xuan Qing, who had already reached the Zenith Heaven Realm.

At this moment, a group of Elders sat around and quietly looked at Han Muye in front of them.

"Do you Elders have any more questions?" Han Muye cupped his hands and spoke loudly.

"Uh, no, no." The Elders shook their heads.

They had spent quite some time surrounding Han Muye and asking questions, covering all that they could and couldn\'t ask.

"Ahem." Elder Xuan Qing, who was dressed in a gray Daoist robe, coughed lightly. "Yunlan, you can represent my Zhenxuan Hall to guard the Burial Immortal City. Going out represents the face of my Zhenxuan Hall."

The others nodded.

Elder Xuan Qing raised his hand, several sets of armor emitting a divine light, as well as some moon-white Daoist robes, cyan jade belts, dust brushes, and footwork techniques, fell in front of Han Muye.

Two green longswords flashed with clear light.

Fine sword treasures.

Immortal treasures.

"Tell me, what else do you need?" Elder Xuan Qing smiled at Han Muye.

Originally, they had promised him an immortal treasure.

However, with the strength that Han Muye had displayed, an Immortal treasure was no longer suitable.

Han Muye looked at the robes and treasures marked with the emblem of the Zhenxuan Hall, and he collected them with his hand.

"I would like to reside in the Zhenxuan Hall and observe the sword techniques of my predecessors." Han Muye spoke.

"Of course," Elder Xuan Qing agreed with a smile.

They wouldn\'t be pleased if Han Muye wanted to go elsewhere.

"If another elite disciple of the Sword Sect comes, I can exchange insights with them. But if other predecessors come, I hope that the Elders can stand up for me." Han Muye spoke again.

"Alright." Elder Xuan Qing nodded.

Han Muye actually had many connections in the Sword Sect. He was also a disciple of the Zhantian Hall and the God-Slaying Hall.

If he had enough time, he was willing to stay in the sect and study the various Dao inheritances and various Senior sword techniques.

But now, there was less than a year\'s time, and what he needed to do was to push his own strength to the limit.

The Burial Immortal City was not a good place.

For a month, Han Muye did not leave the Zhenxuan Hall at all.

After his battle with the elite disciples of the Sword Sect, he gained a deeper understanding of the sect\'s sword techniques.

"Buzz!"

Sword lights flashed, and long swords appeared in front of him.

Countless sword lights intersected and locked the space in front of him.

Sword formation.

Heavenly Cycle Sword Formation.

This was one of Han Muye\'s methods in the mortal world.

However, from the looks of it, the power of this sword formation was already insufficient.

The sword light split and converged into 3,000 streams of light.

This time, the space in front of him was even more turbulent, forcing him to raise his hand and prop up a light screen.