Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Flames covered the Turing Battle Armor, disintegrating its scales piece by piece.

The dragon bones and lining within the scales, the mesh, and half-armor, all were dismantled one by one.

The intact ones were set aside, the damaged ones grouped together, and the completely damaged ones placed separately.

In just a moment, the Battle Armor was disassembled into tens of thousands of pieces, large and small.

Han Muye pointed to those intact pieces. “There are a total of 3,520 intact pieces.

“Among them, there are 2,631 pieces that reach level seven.”

He waved his hand, and parts appeared in front of him one by one.

“Do you want me to refine them for you?” He looked up, smiling at Sun Bing. Sun Bing nodded again.

“It’s not expensive. I’ll charge you 10,000 origin coins,” Han Muye said as he raised his hand to suppress the golden flames.

In the instant the flames covered the pieces, a bright light shone in Sun Bings eyes.

The flames seemed incredibly agile, possessing a mysterious power that only true powerhouses had.

Sun Bing was sure that he wouldn’t be able to last more than a hundred breaths in front of these flames.

In fact, the flames were even stronger than he had imagined.

“Buzz!”

As the flames descended, streams of starlight danced around, making the pieces seem as if they were being reborn, shining with radiant light.

The once dull marks became finer and more dazzling.

A moment later, these 2,000 plus parts seemed as if they were newly cast, radiating the brilliance that level seven battle armor pieces should have.

Putting away the flames, Han Muye smiled. “Elder Sun, do you want me to help you replace the pieces?”

After pondering for a long time, Sun Bing nodded. He raised his hand, and a

greenish-black armor appeared in front of him.

The smile on Han Muye’s face widened as he raised two fingers.

“200,000.”

When Sun Bing left Han Muye’s room, it was already six hours later.

There was a hint of pain and anticipation on Sun Bings face.

Han Muye reached out and patted his shoulder, saying softly, “Brother Sun, don’t worry. When we explore the ruins of Yutao City, I’ll definitely go with you.

“As for the 1.8 million origin coins that you owe, I hope you can send them over as soon as possible.”

Seeing Sun Bing look up at him, Han Muye nodded. “We both know what I did to help refine and upgrade your armor.”

Sun Bing finally cupped his hands in satisfaction and walked out of the inn.

Han Muye chuckled and returned to his room.

With a wave of his hand, the five short old men transformed from the Five Elements Divine Furnace appeared.

The previously broken level seven Battle Puppet fell onto the long table.

Then he placed a pile of scattered parts on the table.

“With these parts, this Battle Puppet can be repaired, right?”

Han Muye looked at the Five Elements Divine Furnace and spoke softly.

“It’s almost there. Except for the arm, everything else can be repaired.”

“There’s not enough power to reach level seven for now, but peak level six is not a problem.”

The Five Elements Divine Furnace looked at the parts and then flew to the top of the Battle Puppet, with a regretful expression on its face. “If you had taken a few more parts just now, this Battle Puppet could reach level seven.”

Han Muye ignored it and turned to leave the room.

The Five Elements Divine Furnace looked at the Battle Puppet and the parts, and its eyes lit up as it pounced forward.

“The strongest blacksmith in the Galaxy Universe is none other than me…”

Three days later, under the send-off of Zheng family master Zheng Changtian and elder Zheng Changkong, the He family caravan set off on its return journey.

Miss Zheng Yuyan, the eldest granddaughter of the Zheng family, also accompanied them to see them off from Maple Forest City.

Only after the He family caravan had left did Zheng Changkong turn around with a smile, “What’s the matter, Yuyan can’t bear to part?”

This remark made Zheng Yuyan blush.

“Don’t worry, that brat He Yangsun has already said that when they return to Pagoda City, he will arrange for someone to propose marriage.” Zheng Changtian chuckled, turned around, and strode back.

This time, the Zheng family not only obtained the vein but also gained several good allies.

The key was that by selling the level six White Light Heavenly Tiger Armor refined by Master Han, the Zheng’s reputation in the city soared.

Many strong individuals privately approached them, wanting the Zheng family’s help to recommend the opportunity to have Master Han refine Battle Armors and Battle Puppets.

Of course, in the eyes of Zheng Changtian and the others, the real gain for the Zheng family this time was the alliance with the He family. That fellow He Yangsun had limitless potential.

With Master Han’s guidance, his future was immeasurable.

Zheng Changkong and Zheng Changtian left. Zheng Yuyan could only turn around and look. She held the jade-colored armor piece in her hand tightly and followed them into the city.

Outside the city, the caravan had already traveled into the desert, and He Yangsun turned around quietly.

“What are you looking at? Can’t wait to get married?” Han Muye’s voice came from inside the carriage.

He Yangsun shook his head and looked at the blood leopard pulling the carriage.

Beside the blood leopard, an exquisite little golden lion ran around curiously.

In front of this little lion, the other double-horned horses dared not even breathe.

“What’s this little guy’s background…” The middle-aged man beside He Yangsun muttered quietly.

He was the leader of the caravan and could be considered He Yangsun’s trusted aide.

He knew that without Master Han, his young master wouldn’t have achieved what he had today.

However, this little lion was running around the caravan, scaring the double-horned horses so much that they couldn’t walk properly.

How powerful of a beast was this?

He Yangsun waved his hand, indicating that he didn’t need to bother.

As long as Master Han was happy, it was fine. He could just keep such a strange beast for fun.

With the little lion causing trouble, the convoy slowed down significantly.

It took a day to travel just over five hundred miles. At sunset, the caravan was stopped in front of a stockade..