“Please tell me what went wrong with my sword technique?”

The person standing in front of Han Muye was the young man who had previously demonstrated his sword technique and was said by Han Muye to be wrong.

At this moment, he stood ten feet in front of Han Muye. His eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth. His hand was firmly on the hilt of his sword, as if he would draw his sword if Han Muye did not explain clearly.

Lu Qingping moved and stood in front of Han Muye.

In the Zhenling treasure shop, all the people were squeezing by the window sill as they quietly stuck their heads out.

They were watching.

“Senior Sister Lu, let me settle it.”

Han Muye spoke calmly, then walked forward.

Lu Qingping placed her hand on the hilt of her sword and looked at the young man in front of her warily. If this person dared to move, she would definitely draw her sword immediately.

Han Muye stood five feet in front of the young man clad in black, then extended his hand and said, “Give me the sword.”

‘Sword?’

‘Hand it over?’

The young man’s expression changed.

To a sword cultivator, the sword in his hand was his life.

Handing the sword to someone else was equivalent to giving his life to an outsider.

“Alright, don’t lie to me.” The young man’s face darkened as he slowly handed over the sword in his hand.

Han Muye reached for the hilt.

“Clang—”

He unsheathed the sword.

The sword was very light. There were many damages on the thin blade.

Holding the hilt, images flashed through Han Muye’s mind.

An orphan was being adopted by a swordsman.

He would practice the sword techniques and obtain the inheritance.

Unfortunately, before he could finish imparting the swordsman’s inheritance, he was intercepted.

The young man had escaped with his life and only wanted revenge.

With his incomplete sword techniques, not only did he fail to kill his enemies, he was even constantly being hunted.

Fortunately, he had some fortuitous encounters recently and gained some wealth. He wanted to exchange for a long sword to increase his combat strength.

This was the norm in the cultivation world.

There were as many people in the world as there were dust. They were already lucky to be able to step into the cultivation world.

Those who could become disciples of the sect and obtain the protection of the sect and cultivate without worry were probably all lucky.

After seeing the memories of the sword in his hand, Han Muye knew that the sword technique that the young man in front of him had mastered was not complete.

It was not as complete as the sword move he had deduced with his maximum-level comprehension. Its lethality was greatly insufficient.

Holding the sword, Han Muye turned his head.

Two faint red bull phantoms appeared on his body.

He raised his sword and slashed it straight at his side.

“What are you—”

The black-clothed young man roared in panic, but his figure was blocked by Lu Qingping’s sword light. He could only watch as his sword was ruthlessly slashed by Han Muye on the stone steps.

“Clang—”

The stone steps were shattered, and the sword broke in two.

After slashing out, Han Muye reached out and threw the remaining foot-long broken sword at the black-clothed youth.

The young man in black grabbed the broken sword and rushed towards Han Muye with red eyes.

However, Lu Qingping’s sword light would not give him a chance to hurt Han Muye. The sword light swept over and blocked him.

“Get out of the way!”

The young man roared and slashed the broken sword in his hand at Lu Qingping.

He had just slashed out when he remembered that the sword had broken.

Subconsciously, he moved his feet and approached Lu Qingping by two feet. Then, he stabbed out with his broken sword again.

WIth the sword each inch shorter, he was in greater danger by an inch!

If Lu Qingping raised her sword, she would definitely be able to pierce through the young man in black.

However, the young man in black’s sword could also cut off Lu Qingping’s arm.

Lu Qingping frowned and took a step back.

The young man in black moved and did not move an inch. The broken sword in his hand drew an arc and swiped at Lu Qingping’s neck.

“He’ll turn left with his next strike.”

Just as Lu Qingping was about to block with her sword, Han Muye suddenly spoke.

Lu Qingping did not hesitate and slashed at the left side of her body.

At this moment, the young man in black really moved and floated out from Lu Qingping’s left side. He attacked again.

“Next strike, pay attention to your lower ribs.”

“Behind.”

“This strike is a false move.”

…

Han Muye spoke calmly. Lu Qingping followed the sword and calmly blocked the young man’s attack. Her steps were light and her movements smooth.

However, at this moment, everyone’s attention was neither on Lu Qingping nor Han Muye.

Everyone looked at the black-robed young man whose sword light was like a shooting star and his body moved like a butterfly.

His broken sword, which was only about a foot long, was strange and agile. His figure was ethereal, and every strike was as brilliant as a galaxy.

A partial cultivator with a broken sword had suppressed a sect disciple.

This scene was unbelievable.

“Why do I feel that this broken sword is the most suitable for this guy…” In the Zhenling Treasure Shop, the shopkeeper muttered.

The others around him nodded silently.

This broken sword was actually extremely compatible with the black-robed youth’s sword technique.

“He’s going to throw his sword in the next move. This is the killing move of this sword technique.” Han Muye suddenly shouted.

Lu Qingping took a step back when she heard this. The spiritual energy around her turned into a light screen, and the green sword Qi on the sword in her hand floated.

Qi Condensation Realm.

Ten feet away, the young man in black held the broken sword with a pained expression.

He had seen the move Han Muye mentioned before, but he couldn’t use it.

Because he had not mastered the essence of it.

His arm trembling, he looked up at Han Muye.

“How—how do you know all this…?”

“You—you know my godfather?”

Han Muye shook his head and said softly, “Your sword technique shouldn’t be so dangerous, but more agile and light.”

“As for that last move, you can use it when you trust your sword.”

With that, Han Muye walked straight ahead.

Lu Qingping sheathed her sword and followed behind him.

The young man in black’s face kept twitching. He suddenly turned around and looked at Han Muye’s back. “I’m Tang Yunhao. Senior Brother, can you tell me your name?”

Han Muye waved and left.

“Is this the inner sect disciple of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect?” In front of the shop, a white-haired old man looked into the distance and sighed.

“This is the true power of the Western Frontier sect!

“As expected of the third of the four major sword sects of the Western Frontier. An inner sect disciple actually has such capability. Impressive, impressive.”

In front of the Zhenling Treasure Store, all kinds of discussions slowly boiled.

The power of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect was displayed in front of everyone again.

Tang Yunhao held the broken sword in his hand, lowered his head, and disappeared into the market.

“Well, Manager He, I want the sword that Senior Brother from the Nine Mystic Sword Sect commented on just now.”

“How many spiritual rocks are you selling the Qingxue Sword for? Tell me the price. That senior brother has already said that this sword is too brittle.”

In the Zhenling Treasure Shop, a few cultivators surrounded the shopkeeper, making the fat on his face lighten.

Today’s business was booming.

…

At this moment, Han Muye, who had already reached the entrance of the market, suddenly stopped and turned to walk towards a roadside stall.

There were a few swords there.

“How much is this sword?” Han Muye pointed at a sword less than three feet long.

“Fellow Daoist, you have a good eye. I only received this sword yesterday. It cost a thousand spiritual rocks in total. If Fellow Daoist likes it, I—”

Before the black-robed old man could finish speaking, Han Muye had already placed 11 medium-grade spiritual rocks at the stall. Then, he grabbed the sword and turned to Lu Qingping. “Senior Sister Lu, let’s go back.”

Although Lu Qingping was curious why Han Muye had bought a sword at a roadside stall, she did not ask further. She nodded and walked out of the market.

After finding the carriage, they returned to the Nine Mystic Mountain much faster than when they came.

An hour later, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect was already in sight.

“Swoosh—”

In the sky, streams of light streaked past like stars, illuminating the sky.

Many people were riding their swords in the air.

“The Nine Mystic Sword Sect conquered the Three Qin Sword Sect. The guest elder, the Myriad Sword Ancestor, killed the Three Qin Sword Sect’s Earth Realm Elder, Wang Liang, with a single strike. He snatched the spiritual weapon and returned it to the sect—”

“The Nine Mystic Sword Sect conquered the Three Qin Sword Sect, and the Sword Battle Hall destroyed the Three Qin Sword Sect’s Southern Yuan Branch. They obtained six semi-spiritual weapons and sent them to the Sword Pavilion—”

“Clang—”

“Clang—”

On the Nine Mystic Mountain, a bronze bell rang.

They welcomed the swords into the pavilion.