Han Muye had just walked to the door of Jiange Pavilion when there was a sound from the stone steps in front of him.
"Hey, new here?"
"Where's Huang Laoliu?"
"Dead? Probably dead."
Han Muye looked down and saw a middle-aged man in his forties with a goatee and a gray brocade robe standing there with an impatient look on his face.
"Don't worry, even if you die, Brother Six will not die." Han Muye said calmly.
The middle-aged man was stunned, glared and shouted: "Are the new sword watchers so unruly now?"
Han Muye nodded, and then shouted: "Elder Gao, this person said that you did not teach the new sword watchers the rules."
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sunny.
The breeze is gentle.
The middle-aged man in brocade robes standing under the nine stone steps in front of the sword pavilion was sweating profusely.
He stared and trembled.
After ten breaths, his whole body went limp and he sat paralyzed on the ground.
"A small punishment but a big warning. If you are disrespectful to the sword pavilion again, let Cao Anchun come and deliver the sword in person."
The Jiange elder's voice was light and erratic, as if far above the clouds.
Lin Shen and Lu Gao, who were standing at the entrance of Jiange, looked at each other lightly.
After Han Muye made a joke, the elder of Jiange really took action!
How protective is this?
Also, Han Muye’s weight in the eyes of the Jiange elders is not low!
"Cao Pei realizes his mistake. Thank you elder for not killing him." The middle-aged man struggled up from the ground and bowed to Jiange.
The elder of Jiange did not respond.
Han Muye looked at the young men in sackcloth holding wooden boxes behind Cao Pei and said, "Bring the sword."
Cao Pei turned around quickly: "Quick, quick, didn't you listen to this senior brother?"
A Cao family member came forward holding a long sword and stood at the foot of the stone steps. Cao Pei reached out to open the wooden box and carefully took out the long sword held by the red silk cloth with both hands.
"Senior brother, please check." Cao Pei said in a low voice as he was brought to Han Muye.
He quietly raised his eyes to look at Han Muye.
He has been delivering swords to Jiange for almost twenty years, and he has come into contact with countless sword watchers in Jiange.
Most of these sword watchers meet once and then never see each other again. In recent years, the one I have dealt with most often is Huang Laoliu.
Every time a sword was brought, whether it was Huang Laoliu or other sword watchers, they all received it politely.
Cao Pei never thought that there would be times when someone watching the sword would make things difficult for him.
If he was just being challenged, he would just think that the new sword watcher was reckless and didn't understand the rules.
But the elder of Jiange actually stood up for this new sword watcher.
Looking at Han Muye with a calm expression on his face, Cao Pei suddenly remembered what the patriarch of the family had said.
The sword watchers of Jiuxuan Sword Gate and Sword Pavilion are nothing, but the official disciples of Jiuxuan Sword Sect and Sword Pavilion must not be offended.
Because that is the next sword pavilion elder!
Could it be that this person is the next candidate for the sword pavilion elder?
Thinking of this, Cao Pei's heart moved. The palm holding the long sword slightly retracted into the cuff of his sleeve, and then he stretched out his hand. There were already two bright spiritual stones in his palm.
Two pieces of medium-grade spiritual stones.
Han Muye's eyes fell on the spirit stone and he stretched out his hand.
Grab the sword.
"Brother Lu, take it."
Han Muye spoke calmly.
Lu Gao stepped forward and put away the spiritual stone in Cao Pei's hand.
He had no doubts about Han Muye's words.
He was convinced that no matter who came to Jiange, Han Muye would be blamed.
Lin Shen on the side twitched the corners of his mouth.
Cao Pei breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, being able to collect spiritual stones is not unkind.
Looking at the long sword in Han Muye's hand, Cao Pei said: "Senior brother, this sword is called Sanyang. It is made of refined iron that has been tempered many times and polished with concentration."
"This sword——"
Before he finished the introduction, Han Muye pulled out his long sword with a "Cang Cang" sound, then pointed the sword's edge slightly at an angle and slowly turned it.
"The sword is three feet long and one minute, weighs twelve kilograms and five taels, is one inch wide, and has a blood groove half a minute deep. It is made entirely of rock essence and iron essence, and is forged using the five-fire tempering method."
Han Muye's words made Cao Pei's eyes widen.
"This sword is mixed with a trace of Sanyang gold. It was quenched with Muyang spring water, and was polished with Jinyang stone during the final polishing. It makes sense to name it Sanyang."
Han Muye slowly raised the sword and admired it carefully in front of his eyes.
The corners of Cao Pei's mouth trembled, and he only murmured: "Yes... yes... not bad..."
"Canglang——"
The sword is sheathed.
Han Muye threw the sword back into the wooden box, and then said calmly: "It looks like a good sword that has been tempered for thousands of times. With three positive powers superimposed and no ice power to neutralize it, are you afraid that this sword will not break quickly enough?"
Cao Pei's face turned red and he opened his mouth to speak. Han Muye had already reached for the second sword.
The Cao family member holding a long sword brought the wooden box forward and opened it.
A long bronze sword was placed in it, supported by green-gray silk cloth.
Without waiting for Cao Pei's introduction, Han Muye had already reached out and grasped the sword.
"Canglang——"
The long sword is unsheathed, and you can see the cold light.
"Yuyuan? This sword is good. It is made of light and shadow stone. It has a three-foot green blade and is powerful enough to penetrate gold and iron."
Gently waving the sword, Han Muye put the sword back into the wooden box.
Cao Pei breathed a sigh of relief.
Han Muye reached out and took out another sword.
"Too much wind spirit iron was added, and a good semi-spiritual weapon was forcibly refined into an ordinary mortal weapon."
"The pleated steel has been quenched too much, and this sword is useless."
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The sweat beads on Cao Pei's forehead began to roll down again.
"Frost seven-point steel? The three-fold forging method of Duanyuan? This sword is worthy of being sent to the second floor." Han Muye held a three-foot sword in his hand, his eyes shining brightly.
"Ice Break? The name is not bad, but it's a pity that during the refining process, it seems that the forging technique was a bit poor."
Gently sheathing the long sword, Han Muye turned to look at Cao Pei.
"This sword seems to be made by a female weapon refiner?"
Cao Pei's face was full of reverence, and he extended his thumb to indicate: "Senior brother is great, this sword was forged by my own hands, Miss Sun of the Cao family."
"Ancestor said that Miss Sun's Ice Breaker is a masterpiece."
Han Muye nodded.
Just now, he had seen the appearance of the person who forged this sword from this sword with few memories.
She is indeed a girl with great forging talent.
Of the twenty-one long swords, Han Muye finally collected fifteen.
The remaining six swords, in his opinion, were too problematic to be included in the sword pavilion.
"Well, senior brother, please be more accommodating." Cao Pei grimaced, and three more spiritual lights flashed in his palm.
"I have been doing this job for nearly twenty years, and I have yet to bring back any sword."
"These swords have flaws, but they are not unusable..."
Hearing his words, Han Muye's expression changed: "It's defective, doesn't it mean it can't be used?"
He pointed to the sword pavilion behind him and said coldly: "Every sword here must be handed over to the disciples of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect."
"They need to accompany this sword, practice, and fight."
"If the sword has a flaw, it could cost them their lives."
"Do you think this mere spiritual stone can buy back their lives?"
Cao Pei froze there, opened his mouth, and finally bowed his hands in shame, turned around and left.
This time, I still don’t know how to face the clan members.
Han Muye registered and organized the collected swords, then held the sword in both hands to break the ice and walked to the stairs.
"The disciple has collected a top-notch semi-spiritual sword, which is qualified to be sent to the second floor of the sword pavilion."
Han Muye held a long sword in his hand and stood with a bow.
After a while, a faint response came from upstairs.
"Send it up."
Han Muye bowed slightly and walked up to the second floor holding his sword.
Finally, there was another opportunity to climb to the second floor of Jiange!
Lowering his head, Han Muye's eyes were shining brightly.
