Just after Sword Master Yuan Tian finished speaking, Han Muye raised his head and looked at him.

At this glance, Sword Master Yuan Tian suddenly burst out with sword intent, and the sword light soared into the sky shining brightly.

"Buzz——"

He raised his hand and thrust his sword into the void ahead.

The sword light was like a meteor hitting three feet in front of Yuan Tian Sword Master's body.

"when--"

It was like two long swords colliding in the void, and the sound of the vibration was clear and crisp.

Within a foot, the spiritual light was raging.

"You have cultivated the way of space to such an extent!" Sword Master Yuan Tian shouted in a low voice.

One eye is a sword that spans space.

How many people in this world can defeat such a swordsman?

After ten years of not seeing each other, Han Muye’s cultivation has become so terrifying!

Behind the small courtyard, Mu Wan, carrying a tea tray, poked her head over.

"Senior, do you drink Sword Heart or Sword Gut?"

In the small courtyard, the spiritual light dissipated, and Sword Master Yuan Tian slowly put away his sword, with a strange look on his face, and walked to the stone bench in front and sat down.

"Kenshin, I have heard that Wuyang Pavilion's top-quality tea contains the enlightenment of Kenshin. One tael costs twenty million spiritual stones."

"What is Jian Gu?"

Speaking of this, he frowned again and said: "Wuyang Pavilion has been doing all kinds of things recently, and I don't know how many spiritual stones I have earned. You'd better not get involved with them."

"A swordsman should behave like a swordsman."

Han Muye smiled but said nothing.

Mu Wan came over with a teapot and two teacups and put them on the table: "Senior, sword courage is refined with sword intent, extracting the essence of the sword and blending it into the tea."

"Thousands of swords can produce one or two pieces of this tea."

After bringing the tea cup to Han Muye and Yuan Tianjianzun, Mu Wan quietly retreated.

Looking at Mu Wan's robe and taking a look at Mu Wan's womanly bun, Sword Master Yuan Tian shook his head: "You have not fallen behind in your swordsmanship. You can indulge in the pleasures of the boudoir, but be careful of the world of mortals."

Han Muye picked up the tea cup in front of him and took a sip.

Seeing that he didn't take it seriously, Yuan Tianjianzun sighed softly, picked up the tea cup and drank it all in one gulp.

As the tea entered his stomach, the expression on his face changed instantly.

The previously restrained sword light on his body suddenly began to surge, like boiling cloud waves.

The sword intent pierced the three-foot space around him.

The jade-white gown is like the wind, and the eyes of Sword Master Yuan Tian shine with light.

"Is this Jian Gu?"

Staring at Han Muye, Sword Master Yuan Tian said, "Is this your Ten Thousand Swords Returning Sect?"

On his body, the sword intention was slowly suppressed, but the churning energy, blood and spiritual light could not disappear for a while.

A cup of tea makes it impossible for sword masters like Yuan Tian Sword Master to suppress him!

Wan Jian returns to the clan!

This is tea and also a sword!

Han Muye put down the tea cup and said softly: "Ten thousand swords return to the clan, and all things are swords. It's really difficult to find your own way..."

Find your own way!

Sword Master Yuan Tian stared blankly, his lips trembling, and finally he did not speak.

Establishing the Way and becoming an ancestor.

Han Muye will become the ancestor of swordsmanship by using all things as the sword!

He has found his own path of cultivation based on his Ten Thousand Swords Returning Sect!

Looking down at the tea cup in front of him, Sword Master Yuan Tian's eyes burst out with a bright halo.

This tea cup is a sword, this water is a sword, and this tea leaves are a sword.

This cup of tea is a sword!

"No wonder the Heaven Realm Ranking ranked you ninth in the world."

"With your swordsmanship, you can still fight with those old guys even if they haven't ascended."

Sword Master Yuan Tian clenched his fists, his body flashing with fighting spirit.

He looked up at Han Muye, nodded and said, "I was negligent."

"You are right, focus on swordsmanship, regardless of other things, your own strength is everything."

"I put too much thought into the Guangyuan Sword Sect and lost the pure heart of seeking truth. In this regard, I am not as good as you."

He breathed a sigh of relief, with a look of admiration on his face.

"You are in charge of such a powerful force as Tianxuan, and in such troubled times, you can remain unmoved and concentrate on the art of swordsmanship. It is rare, rare..."

Perhaps, this is the secret why Han Muye has been able to improve so much in these ten years?

After reflection, Sword Master Yuan Tian felt a trace of regret in his heart.

How could a sword cultivator get involved in those disputes?

No matter how many disputes there are, they are not as smooth as one's own sword.

"I thought you were setting up the upper heaven domain in Yuntian Medicine Valley. In the past ten years, Medicine Valley has indeed been able to get both sides. With the sale of a large number of elixirs, it has returned to its position as the Holy Land of Alchemy."

"I originally came here to tell you that it is impossible to use alchemy to leverage the general trend, and swordsmanship cannot be neglected. Now look, I am the one who is neglecting it."

Gently holding the empty tea cup in front of him, letting the spiritual energy in his body surge, Yuan Tianjianzun whispered softly.

This glass of sword gall shocked him too much.

"Senior, try this elixir, Jade Dew."

"How's the courage of the sword?"

Mu Wan came over again carrying a tray and put down two small lamps.

There is clear jade dew in this jade-colored small cup, and the elixir energy floating in it is like clouds.

"The courage of the sword is really the ultimate in swordsmanship, which makes people scared."

"If a master of swordsmanship puts this into his throat, he can refine his sword intention."

Sword Master Yuan Tian thought about it, spoke softly, picked up the jade bowl in front of him, took a sip of the elixir, nodded, tasted it, and held it in his mouth for aftertaste.

When Mu Wan heard his comment, her face showed joy and she looked at Han Muye: "Brother, you see, senior has such a high opinion of sword courage."

"Jian Xin, you originally priced tens of millions of spiritual stones at one tael and lost a lot. Jian Dan can never be handed over to Wuyang Pavilion at a low price again."

"Although Wuyang Pavilion is considered our family, the meat rots in the pot, but if the spiritual stone is not carried in the pocket, I will always feel uneasy."

Sword Master Yuan Tian, ​​who was holding the jade bowl, stared, and a mouthful of alchemy energy came out of his nose.

Wuyang Pavilion.

Kenshin.

Sword courage.

What's the meaning?

"Senior, how about this jade dew? Do you think it's easy to sell a bowl if I price it at three million spirit stones?"

Mu Wan raised her head to look at Sword Master Yuan Tian and asked sincerely.

Sword Master Yuan Tian lowered his head to look at Yulu and nodded numbly.

Mu Wan turned her head to look at Han Muye in surprise: "Senior brother, as promised, you won't get a commission from the Jade Dew Wuyang Pavilion."

"I researched this myself, and the spiritual stones sold are all my private money."

Han Muye picked up the jade bowl in front of him, took a sip, nodded with a smile and said, "It's a bit too sweet, but the rest is fine."

It wasn't until Mu Wan happily turned around with the tray that Sword Master Yuan Tian looked at Han Muye: "Wuyang Pavilion, is it yours?"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Han Muye nodded, and a five-color sheep horn appeared in his hand.

"When I first came to Shangtian Territory, I felt that Wuyang Pavilion still had some uses, so I conquered it easily."

"I haven't paid much attention to it these years. Mainly my junior sister checks the accounts and sells the tea I got while practicing..."

Sword Master Yuan Tian didn't listen much to what Han Muye said later.

He felt a surge of blood almost rushing to his brain.
To be continued...