Everyone in the Qingyou realm carries a sword.

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As the star of the kendo holy land, there are countless swordsmen.

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Han Muye and everyone behind him flew down, and then strode forward.

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In front of it is the place where swordsmanship is held, Wanjianya, which is thousands of miles away, and it is not allowed to steer the sword.

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Everyone looked solemn, looking at the position in front of the sword, surrounded by sword energy, soaring into the sky.

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Wanjianya, where countless swords are buried.

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It is said that Wanjianya is the place where the great kendo cultivator of Qingyou Realm returned to his death.

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At the same time, Wanjianya is also a holy place for a kendo saint in the Qingyou realm.

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"In the future, if I can bury my sword here, my life will not be in vain..." A white-bearded old man sighed softly behind Han Muye.

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His name is Duan Kong, and he is also a great swordsman at the peak of Nascent Soul.

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But he didn't have much life expectancy. He was hired by Han Muye, so he wanted to retire in late Ming City.

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That's why he showed more love to the Gu family in the late Ming Dynasty. When Han Muye was in retreat, Zheng Yuan had to discuss anything with him.

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Duan Kong's words made many sword cultivators nod their heads.

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Jianxiu from the Qingyou Realm, who wouldn't want to end up here in the end?

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However, not everyone can go to Wanjianya.

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Without an out-of-body cultivation, without making a great contribution to the swordsmanship of Qingyou Realm, he is not qualified to enter Wanjianya.

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"Everyone wants to return to Wanjianya? Haha." Not far away, someone chuckled.

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Everyone turned their heads and saw several sword cultivators in black robes.

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Looking at clothing is the same sect.

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The leader has a very deep cultivation base, with white hair and long beard, and there is an aura of decay on his body.

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"Wanjianya is the place where my generation of sword cultivators yearn to return, why can't I say it?" Zheng Yuan responded coldly.

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Duan Kong's lifespan is only a hundred years old, and it is very difficult to break through to the body within this hundred years.

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Perhaps, if the young master is willing to help, Duan Kong can take that step at the last moment of his life and enter Wanjian Cliff.

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Before, Zheng Yuan and Duan Kong had discussed this matter specially.

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Duan Kong still had some thoughts in his heart.

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At this time, someone mocked Duan Kong, which might affect Duan Kong's state of mind.

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Hearing Zheng Yuan's words, the white-bearded old man in front of him did not speak. Behind him, a young man in his thirties with a long sword intertwined with spiritual energy turned his head.

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"Wanjianya is respected because of its return to death, it must be overhauled and must contribute to the swordsmanship of Qingyou Realm."

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"If anyone can return to Wanjianya, wouldn't they be renamed Yijianya and Zhaojianya?"

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The words are ugly and the reasoning is rough.

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But this is true.

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The reason why a holy place is a holy place is precisely because of its rules.

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In everything in the world, without rules, there is no opportunity for cultivation.

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Zheng Yuan still wanted to speak, but Duan Kong raised his hand to stop it and shook his head.

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There is no need to argue about this.

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What's more, in the situation of the other party, you can see why he came here.

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"Hehe, everyone, don't be surprised. This time, this old man is here to return to his death. The disciples of the younger generation came to watch the ceremony, and his mood may be a little more unstable."

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At this moment, the old man leading the other party suddenly spoke up.

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Came to return.

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Wearing a black robe, not worried but happy, of course it is for the return of death.

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"The old man and Lin Jianzong Zhu Wanlin."

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The old man said softly.

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Duan Kong's expression changed, and he said hurriedly, "But the elders who created the Wanlin Sword Formation back then?"

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The expressions of the other sword cultivators beside him also changed.

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Han Muye finally turned to look at the other party.

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Wanlin sword formation, he knew.

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It is a set of sword formations in which the weak overcome the strong, belonging to the practice of wood.

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Han Muye also explained some sword formations to the sword cultivators who asked him for advice in late Ming City, and Wanlin Sword Formation was one of them.

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"Hey, back then, I was trapped in cultivation and created this sword formation, but now, it has become a thin name." Zhu Wanlin shook his head with a wry smile.

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Duan Kong and the people behind him bowed to Zhu Wanlin.

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This is to respect a great monk who can become a great cultivator of kendo and can create a sword array that spreads around.

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"Ten thousand trees make a forest, in fact, it's not as good as one tree alone."

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"It really belongs to the art of trapping."

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Han Muye, who was walking in front, whispered softly, and then led the crowd forward.

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His words made the disciples behind Zhu Wanlin change color.

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"Arrogant."

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"The ignorant younger generation also dares to comment on the Wanlin Sword Formation."

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"Is this son trying to find a lesson?"

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Zhu Wanlin raised his hand to stop the crowd, looked at Han Muye and the others who were walking forward, and narrowed his eyes, "It's not wrong what he said, it's just that I haven't understood it yet."

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"Besides, the way of cultivation, it is impossible for outsiders to comment on it."

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Speaking of this, a smile appeared on his pale face: "This time, Wan Jianya's discussion of Taoism is said to be very exciting. This old man can last a few days. We can go and see."

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After speaking, he turned his head and walked in the direction Han Muye and the others were going.

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A meeting on Taoism?

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Not going to the Land of Fallen?

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A group of black-robed disciples looked at each other and followed closely.

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Most of the Jianxiu who came to Wanjianya were alone.

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Or, there are three or five friends traveling with them, and very few large groups come.

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Han Muye and the others attracted countless people's attention along the way.

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"Whose junior is so ignorant of rules?"

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"It's amazing to be rich? Even Wan Jianya's Daoism Conference can do whatever he wants?"

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"Hehe, I'm afraid this guy is a fool. Wan Jianya talks about Taoism. Those who are not invited can only listen to Taoism under the cliff. Every Taoist who listens has to pay tens of millions of spiritual stones."

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One person has tens of millions, these hundreds of followers, don’t they cost tens of billions?

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Many people are gloating.

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Ahead, the sword energy became more and more intense.

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Countless sword lights matched the halo on the verdant cliff.

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The sword cultivators with long swords on their backs were all silent, comprehending the sword energy on the cliff.

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From a long distance, you can already see a long sword stuck on the cliff that is not too high.

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Every sword here is a tombstone.

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Seeing these long swords, Han Muye's eyes lit up.

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These are all great monks' swords!

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Even if it's not the kind of treasure that you will use all your life, it is a sword that you carry at the last moment and is full of self-cultivation insights.

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"I'm going to pay my respects to the seniors of Kendo, you all need to find a place to wait."

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He turned his head and instructed Zheng Yuan and others.

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Everyone was busy bowing and looking for a secluded place to sit and wait.

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Han Muye tidied up his clothes and strode forward toward the cliff.

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Originally, the swordsmen who were sitting or standing in front of him didn't care, but when he got faster and faster, and when he reached the bottom of the bluestone cliff, the voices of discussions began to rise around him.

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Not everyone can climb this bluestone cliff.

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Either the cultivation level is enough, or the kendo comprehension is enough.

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Or, there is an invitation.

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But either way, Han Muye in front of him doesn't seem to be qualified.

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Just as everyone was talking, Han Muye slowly stepped onto the cliff and stopped in front of the first sword.

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With a linen cloth in his hand, he gently pressed the sword and wiped it from top to bottom.

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To outsiders, he looked respectful.

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"No wonder he was able to go up the cliff. It turns out that he is the descendant of Senior Guiyun." Someone suddenly realized and spoke softly.

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The rules of Wanjianya are there, but you can't let the younger generation worship, right?

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These descendants of Senior Guiyun can come to worship once in a hundred years.

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This is also an opportunity for those kendo practitioners.

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On the cliff, it is easier to understand the Dao.

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For example, at this time, Han Muye could perceive countless swordsmanships around him.

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But he wasn't interested in such insights.

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To understand, it is better to be direct.

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"Om—"

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Only he could hear the faint sound of the sword.

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A trace of sword energy melted into the sword in his hand, and countless phantoms appeared in his mind.

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He Yuanxing is famous for Jianzong Jin Yousheng.

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With a lifespan of 21,852, the cultivation base is at the seventh level of exiting the body.

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White Feather Swordsmanship.

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Fengming swordsmanship.

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Yuntao gathers and scatters the principle of swordsmanship.

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In Han Muye's mind, what he saw was an old man sitting withered. At the last moment, he sorted out what he had learned all his life and deduced his own perception.

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When the picture disappeared, Han Muye realized several kendo cultivation methods.

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This is a respectable great sword cultivator.

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Han Muye bowed and bowed, then crossed over the sword and walked a few more steps to the other sword.

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This scene caused an uproar below.

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Aren't you paying homage to your seniors?

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Well, will this guy and two seniors return at Wanjianya?

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Han Muye didn't care what others thought, he had already reached out his hand, lightly covered the sword with a sackcloth, and slowly wiped it.

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In one day, he wiped three hundred swords.

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Even if his mind and spirit were extremely tyrannical, he was still a little dizzy.

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As for the sword cultivators below, they were already at a loss.

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This one, isn't Wan Jianya responsible for cleaning swords?

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Otherwise, would he still have 300 senior sword cultivators die here?

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If there are really three hundred seniors returning to Wanjianya, then they are probably the first juniors in the Qingyou realm.

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When Han Muye walked down the cliff, all eyes were on him.

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Amazement, envy, jealousy...

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Han Muye didn't realize it, and walked slowly forward.

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When he was about to reach Zheng Yuan and the others, he stopped and turned his head slowly.

"Why are you following me?"

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Behind him, a fat white young man in a green robe stood there.

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Hearing Han Muye's words, the young man smiled and cupped his hands: "Brother, sell me your secret of Wanjianya."

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"The price is up to you."

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Cultivation is at the seventh level of Jindan, and the jade crown on his head is a top-quality spiritual tool.

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The jade lock hanging around the neck and the jade belt around the waist are all magic weapons.

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The boots and socks on the feet are all high-quality spiritual tools.

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The long sword behind it is a mid-grade magic weapon that can be transformed at any time.

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This is a treasure house on earth...

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Seeing Han Muye scrutinizing his gaze, the young man grinned and said, "My name is Zhao Jike, from Jin Kexing."

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Seeing that Han Muye's expression was still, he added, "Jinkexing, Marriott City."

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Jinkexing Marriott City, known as the Wanbao City in the Qingyou Realm.

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The entire star of Jinkexing is a treasure land, and there are countless spiritual materials for sword refining, and the city of Wanhao is in the hands of the Zhao family.

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The patriarch of the Zhao family is a strong man who is about to become a saint with his swordsmanship.

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"Any price you can afford?" Han Muye said lightly.

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Zhao Jike had a smile on his face.

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However, this smile only hangs on a cup of tea.

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"You, are you crazy? Bring over a hundred followers?"

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"I only brought three guards!"

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"The cost of more than 100 people watching and listening to Taoism is tens of billions of spiritual stones—"

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Zhao Jike's eyes widened.

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Han Muye originally said that he wanted him to help his followers to observe and discuss Taoism, but Zhao Jike still felt that there was not much.

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But who would have thought that Han Muye had brought so many followers in a frenzy!

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"You can't afford it?" Han Muye said lightly.

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"I can't afford it? I can afford it even if I double it, but you can't take me as a fool!" Zhao Jike turned his head and left.

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"Five and a half, I'll take you up the cliff tomorrow, at least to observe the remains of the three hundred seniors." When Zhao Jike walked ten steps, Han Muye's voice came.

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"make a deal."

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Zhao Jike turned around with a smile on his face.

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From the second day, when Han Muye went up the cliff again, there was a fat man behind him who was carrying a basket and placing tributes in front of each sword.

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"Senior Zhang Yitao of Mingzong, Zhao Jike from Marriott City has come to pay homage to you—"

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"Senior Chen Yicheng of Yusheng Jianmen, Zhao Jike from Marriott City has come to worship you—"

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…

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At the end of the day, Zhao Jike's voice was about to smoke.

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When he walked down the cliff, what he saw were countless burning eyes.

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Who can endure more than 300 mourning a day, interrupting his opportunity to realize and practice?

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If it weren't for the rules here and you couldn't do it, Zhao Jike's leg would have been broken at this time.

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"Fellow Daoists, Zhao Jike from Wanhao City came to worship, no, no, it's polite, polite..." Zhao Jike bowed his hands everywhere, but because he shouted, he said it was worship.

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Public anger.

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It was not only Zhao Jike, but also Han Muye who caused public anger.

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At this time, on the green cliff, someone looked down coldly.

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"This is the rising star of kendo invited by Senior Wu Zheng?"

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"With the help of invitations, by worshipping the name of the senior, and quietly comprehending the practice of the senior, can he be more shameless?"

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A black-bearded old man in a green robe gritted his teeth and spoke in a deep voice.

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Beside him, several people gritted their teeth.

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For nothing else, their sect elders died at Wanjianya.

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"Wanjianya has Wanjianya's rules. If you are not angry, you can stop him." A white-haired old man said calmly.

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"Also, Senior Wu Zheng is one of the great monks in charge of Wanjianya's discussion of Taoism, and is qualified to invite a fellow Taoist."

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"It can't be ordinary people who can be invited by him."

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After the old man finished speaking, he turned and left.

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Several other people's eyes were full of light, and finally turned to leave.

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Han Muye doesn't care what others think.

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Although Wanjianya is known as Wanjian, it is estimated that there are only 8,000 or 9,000 kendo overhaulers in Wanjianya.

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Han Muye did the math, there was still some time before the meeting of the kendo discussion, and if he read 300 swords a day, he could finish it.

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As soon as he returned to the station, he directly retreated and realized the swordsmanship he observed today.

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Broken Star Island.

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The sound of thunder sounded on the Liukui Pavilion.

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For more than a year, the thunder has continued.

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At this time, Han Muye, who was sitting on the sixth floor of the Jiange Pavilion, was already full of thunder light.

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The Kui Niu phantom behind him was about to be completely materialized.

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The six-story sword pavilion has brought him too much improvement in cultivation.

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His kendo golden core has been compressed countless times, and he still cannot control its expansion.

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There are a total of 3 million swords hidden in the six-story sword pavilion, and one of them is a spiritual treasure to suppress.

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Han Muye's refining the sword pavilion is to mobilize the power of all the swords in the sword pavilion.

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This process made his qi, sea and sword intent blend and grow continuously.

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At this time, the long sword transformed by the sword intent has already pierced the sky and the earth, and once it manifests, I am afraid it can directly shatter the sky.

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His divine soul is tempered by lightning all the time.

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When Han Muye opened his eyes, there was a throbbing sword glow in his eyes.

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Half-step Heaven Realm is Great Perfection.

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All cultivation bases are gathered to the extreme.

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"You guy, is the younger generation with the most solid foundation I've ever seen." Zhao Yujing, who showed his stature, shook his head and sighed, "I don't think you are as good as the last three days."

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Hearing his words, Han Muye did not show a happy expression, but said lightly, "The resources and accumulation of the last three days are not comparable to me."

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He can recognize reality.

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Where was the last three days, those Taoist ancestors, great masters, what kind of opportunity did they not have?

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The power gathered is completely incomparable to what he has cultivated all the way.

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However, Han Muye doesn't think that there are many peers in this world who can surpass him in terms of accumulation.

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"I won't break through the heavenly realm for the time being, and I'm going to wait until I leave the Broken Star Island."

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Standing up, Han Muye looked outside the pavilion and spoke softly.

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Zhao Yujing was not surprised that he was leaving the Broken Star Island.

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Han Muye's purpose of coming to Broken Star Island has already been achieved, so there is no need to stay.

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"Senior, you stay in Liukui Pavilion and protect this place."

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Han Muye turned to look at Zhao Yujing.

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stay here?

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Zhao Yujing's face showed surprise.

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He is now a spiritual treasure, a sword that can be cut into a god.

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Also, six-story sword pavilion, don't you take it away?

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This is a sword pavilion that gathers millions of swords, and its combat power is tyrannical.

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Seeing Zhao Yujing looking at him, Han Muye lightly smiled and said, "The century-old struggle has just begun, and I still don't need Lingbao and Sword Pavilion."

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"As for the time of the century-old Dao Contest," Han Muye said lightly in his eyes, "At that time, I probably didn't need the help of Lingbao and Jiange."

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At the time of self-confidence in the century-old struggle, the combat power of the cultivation base surpassed that of Lingbao and the sword pavilion!

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Han Muye stood there, Zhao Yujing was speechless for a while.

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Jianxiu's pride comes from his own strength.

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Han Muye has the confidence to say such things because he is already strong enough.

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Turning his head to look at the chess game placed on the small table, Han Muye flew away.

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That chess game is clearly the location of the islands around the Broken Star Island.

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But from his point of view, it was clearly the Zhou Tian Great Array!

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The Yujing Sword Shop on Magnolia Street was much deserted because Han Muye was away.

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Shao Tianyi sat behind the counter with some boredom.

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When he raised his head, he was a little stunned.

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"The shopkeeper?"

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Shao Tianyi was in the sword shop, while Zeng Daniu was in the shop next door to Jia Wu. Zeng Daniu also brought his mother-in-law with him, and three more little girls.

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"Three born in six years, shopkeeper, this Zeng Daniel is really a cow..." Shao Tianyi stretched out his finger and pointed to the three little girls playing in the shop next door.

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"Foster father, righteous father—"

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Seeing Shao Tian stretch out his hand, the three little girls all turned back and shouted.

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A smile appeared on Shao Tianyi's face.

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Zeng Daniu, who had returned from the sword furnace, saw Han Muye, and knelt down in front of him and wept into tears.

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This made the three girls overwhelmed, and they cried.

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Zeng Daniu's wife followed Zeng Daniu to kowtow to Han Muye.

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Han Muye told Shao Tianyi and Zeng Daniu to watch the shop carefully, practice well in the future, and then flew away early the next day.

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Broken Star Island, he will come back again, but I don't know when.

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"Han Muye, I didn't have a fair fight with you that day. I'm really sorry. Today, I, Bai Zeyu, came to challenge—"

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In the void, a sword light struck.

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Han Muye raised his hand with a sword and directly knocked Bai Zeyu into the air. Then, in Bai Zeyu's horrified eyes, he used the power of the Jade Sword to leave Fragment Star Island.

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"This guy, so strong..."

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Bai Zeyu whispered.

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Spiritual lights intertwined, and Han Muye appeared on the gravel cliff where he left.

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The land of Taoism.

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Heavenly Profound World.

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Looking up, endless thunder lights descended from the sky.

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Heaven Realm Thunder Tribulation!

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Han Muye laughed, and the sword light in his hand rose, rushing towards the tribulation thunder.

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After today, he will be able to condense the essence of kendo and become a major cultivator of the heavenly realm.

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Once he steps into the realm of heaven, his cultivation and combat power will increase by a hundred times!

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