Or, there is an invitation.

But Han Muye in front of him didn't seem qualified for either of these things.

While everyone was discussing, Han Muye slowly stepped onto the cliff and stopped in front of the first sword in front of him.

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

To outsiders, he looks respectful.

"No wonder he can climb up the cliff. It turns out that he is a descendant of Senior Guiyun." Someone suddenly realized and spoke softly.

The rules of Wanjianya are there, but we have to let the younger generations worship them, right?

The descendants of these deceased predecessors can come and worship once every hundred years.

This is also an opportunity for those swordsmen practitioners.

On the cliff, it is easier to enlighten.

For example, at this time, Han Muye could sense countless swordsmanship around him. As long as he understood it with his heart, he would really gain something.

But he was not interested in such a realization.

To understand, it’s better to be more direct.

"Buzz——"

Only he could hear the faint sword chant.

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

He Yuanxing's famous swordsman Jin Yousheng.

His lifespan is twenty-one thousand eight hundred and fifty-two years, and his cultivation level is at the seventh level of out-of-body cultivation.

White Feather Swordsmanship.

Feng Ming Sword Technique.

The principle of Yun Tao gathering and dispersing swordsmanship.

In Han Muye's mind, he saw a sitting old man, at the last moment, sorting out what he had learned throughout his life and deriving his own insights.

When the scene faded, Han Muye understood several methods of practicing swordsmanship.

This is a great swordsman who deserves respect.

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

This scene caused an uproar below.

Isn’t it a way to pay homage to our seniors?

Well, this guy still has two seniors who died in Wanjian Cliff?

Han Muye didn't care what others thought. He already stretched out his hand, lightly covered the sword with linen cloth, and wiped it slowly.

In one day, he cleaned three hundred swords.

Even if his mind and soul were extremely powerful, he was still a little dizzy.

As for the sword cultivators below, they already looked confused.

Isn't this Wan Jianya the one responsible for wiping swords?

If not, would he still have 300 senior sword cultivators to die here?

If there are really three hundred seniors who have returned to Wanjian Cliff, they are probably the number one juniors in the Qingyou Realm.

When Han Muye walked down the cliff, everyone looked at him.

Surprise, envy, jealousy...

Han Muye didn't notice it and walked forward slowly.

When he was about to reach where Zheng Yuan and the others were, he stopped and turned back slowly.

"Why follow me?"

Behind him stood a fat young man wearing a green robe.

Hearing Han Muye's words, the young man smiled and cupped his hands and said, "Brother, please sell me the secret of your Ten Thousand Sword Cliffs."

"You decide the price."

He has cultivated to the seventh level of the golden elixir, and the jade crown on his head is a top-quality spiritual weapon.

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

The boots and socks on your feet are all top-grade spiritual weapons.

The long sword on the back is a middle-grade magic weapon that can be transformed at any time.

This is a human treasure house...

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

Seeing Han Muye's expression remained unchanged, he added: "Jin Kexing, Marriott City."

Jinkexing Marriott City is known as Wanbao City in Qingyou Realm.

The entire star of Jinke Star is a treasure land, with countless spiritual materials for sword making, and Wanhao City is in the hands of the Zhao family.

The ancestor of the Zhao family is a strong man who is about to become a saint in swordsmanship. With the treasure in his hand, he can fight with the sword master.

"Can you afford any price?" Han Muye said calmly.

Zhao Jike had a smile on his face.

But this smile only lasted for a cup of tea.

"Are you crazy? You brought more than a hundred followers?"

"I only brought three guards!"

"The cost for more than a hundred people to observe and listen to sermons is tens of billions of spiritual stones——"

Zhao Jike's eyes widened.

Han Muye originally asked him to help pay for his entourage's observation and discussion needs, but Zhao Jike didn't think it was much.

But who would have thought that Han Muye would be so frantic and bring so many followers!

"Can't you afford it?" Han Muye said calmly.

"Can't afford it? I can afford it even if it's twice as much, but you can't treat me as someone who takes advantage of you!" Zhao Jike turned around and left.

"Half, tomorrow I will take you up the cliff to observe the remains of at least three hundred predecessors." When Zhao Jike took ten steps, Han Muye's voice came.

"make a deal."

Zhao Jike turned around with a smile on his face.

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

"Senior Zhang Yitao of Zhuan Ming Sect and Zhao Jike of Wanhao City have come to pay homage to you——"

"Senior Chen Yicheng of Yusheng Jianmen and Zhao Jike of Wanhao City have come to pay homage to you——"

…

At the end of the day, Zhao Jike's throat was filled with smoke.

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

Who can endure more than 300 wailings a day and interrupt his opportunity to gain enlightenment and practice?

If it weren't for the rules here, Zhao Jike would have had his legs broken at this time.

"Fellow fellow Taoists, Zhao Jike from Wanhao City has come to worship. No, no, it's polite, it's polite..." Zhao Jike bowed his hands in all directions, but because he shouted in a smooth tone, he said it was a sacrifice.

Public outrage.

It was not only Zhao Jike but also Han Muye who aroused public outrage.

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

"Is this the rising star of swordsmanship invited by Senior Wu Zheng?"

"With the help of invitations and the name of paying homage to seniors, he quietly gained insights into his cultivation methods. How could he be more shameless?"

An old man with a black beard wearing a green robe gritted his teeth and spoke in a deep voice.

Beside him, several people gritted their teeth.

If nothing else, their sect elders died at Wanjian Cliff.

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

"Also, senior Wu Zheng is one of the great monks who presides over Wanjianya's Taoist seminar, so he is qualified to invite a fellow Taoist."

"The people who can be invited by him cannot be ordinary people."

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To be continued...