Lu Gao grinned and said: "Go, go."

Han Muye strode towards the Jiange Pavilion.

Behind him, Lu Gao brought half of the spiritual stone to his mouth, bit it, and rubbed it twice on his face.

"Good people? Can good people live longer?"

"Boy, the next time I drink, I'm afraid it will be your Soul-Destroying Wine."

While muttering a few words, Lu Gao took the spirit stone and put it in his arms, turned around and left, as if he didn't want to look at Jiange Pavilion at all.

Han Muye was already standing outside the sword pavilion at this time.

Looking up, I saw a four-story building that was rare and majestic.

And being so close, the sword pavilion seemed to be giving off a slight chill, making people shiver unconsciously.

"The pavilion is closed at sunset. The rules of the sword pavilion are to come tomorrow to receive the sword."

Before Han Muye stepped onto the nine stone steps in front of the attic, an old voice could already be heard from inside the closed attic door.

Is this Huang Laoliu?

Han Muye stood outside the pavilion door and clasped his fists and said, "Senior, I was arranged by the handyman hall to be the sword watcher."

As soon as the voice fell, the door of the pavilion opened with a creak.

An old man with gray hair and a wrinkled and dry face looked at Han Muye, looked him up and down, and then said with his eyes raised: "There are a hundred thousand swords hidden in the sword pavilion, and the sword energy can hurt people in all directions."

"Without cultivation, I can't live here for more than a year."
Chapter completed!