久久99九九99九九精品久精

Before the disheveled old man’s palm could reach down, it seemed to be frozen by the sword light.

The old man’s expression changed slightly as he changed the angle of his palm.

But for some reason, Han Muye’s sword was blocking in front of him.

In a breath’s time, the palm shadow transformed thousands of times, but it could not escape the sword in front of it.

The old man’s expression turned solemn.

Yu Tianming’s expression changed and he sat up straight.

Around them, figures landed and stared at the old man’s palm.

Han Muye’s sword was extremely fast. No matter how hard the old man tried to slap him, he could not succeed.

“Good sword technique!” A middle-aged Daoist wearing a green robe and a golden crown on his head said in a low voice. His eyes flickered with golden light.

Needless to say?

The old man seemed to be impatient and coldly snorted. A blood-colored spiritual light appeared in his palm and he pressed down on the sword.

Han Muye’s expression did not change. He did not retreat at all and handed the sword straight to his palm.

“Done,” Right at that moment, a voice sounded.

All the power in the entire hall was frozen. The old man stretched out his palm but could not pass it over.

Han Muye’s sword was also fixed in place.

An old man in a light yellow robe slowly walked into the hall. When he saw the imprisoned old man, he frowned and waved his sleeve, sweeping his body onto a large wooden chair dozens of feet away.

His gaze landed on the spiritual fruit tree in Han Muye’s palm. A strange expression flashed across his face as he reached out to pick the fruit.

However, just as he reached out his palm, he revealed a surprised expression.

At some point, Han Muye’s sword blocked his palm.

No, Han Muye’s sword was also imprisoned and could not move again.

He retracted his palm and saw that the sword in Han Muye’s hand had not moved.

He extended his palm again, but it felt like it was hitting the sword.

After three consecutive times, the long-robed old man slowly retracted his hand with a solemn expression.

A light sound, and everyone in the hall returned to normal.

However, at this moment, everyone looked at Han Muye differently.

Although they were imprisoned, their senses were not deprived.

They all saw the yellow-robed elder’s palm being blocked. He had no choice but to retreat after three attempts.

“Good sword technique.”

Yu Tianming sighed softly.

The yellow-robed old man nodded.

“I wouldn’t dare.” Han Muye bowed slightly to the yellow-robed old man and said, “I wouldn’t dare to be a Dao Ancestor.”

Dao Ancestor.

This old man’s cultivation had already surpassed the Heaven Realm and transcended karma.

Although he was not a Divine Venerable, he already had the ability to control the power of heaven and earth.

Earlier, he had confined everything in the hall because he controlled the Dao of Heaven and Earth with his own strength.

“Fellow Daoist Han, this is our Jinming Dao Sect’s Sect Master, Dao Ancestor Yuntai.”

Yu Tianming looked at Han Muye and said softly.

It was as he had thought.

Han Muye nodded, bowed to Dao Ancestor Yuntai, and handed over the spiritual fruit tree.

This was his gift to the Jinming Dao Sect.

Dao Ancestor Yuntai laughed and reached out to take the fruit tree, then looked at Han Muye.

“This Dao Ancestor has seen quite a few sword cultivators in this world. You are the first to have a sword-art like yours that isn’t a Dao Ancestor.” A hint of light flashed through Dao Ancestor Yuntai’s eyes.

Han Muye bowed and said, “Thank you for your praise, Senior. I still have a long way to go.”

In front of a Dao Ancestor, it was only right to show the necessary respect.

Han Muye had his own backing when he came to Jinke Star, but he had never thought of fighting the Jinming Dao Sect.

He was asking for the mountain-protecting formation.

Dao Ancestor Yuntai laughed, let Han Muye sit down, and walked to the seat of honor.

The other figures also sat down. The disheveled old man’s gaze fell upon the spiritual fruit tree held in Dao Ancestor Yuntai’s hand, his face filled with desire.

“Little friend Han, you came to Jinke Star to reinforce the sect’s array formation because you want to leave the Infinite Unity Sword Sect and head to the Ancient Divine Herb Garden, right?”

Dao Ancestor Yuntai sat down, looked at Han Muye, and spoke softly.

Han Muye nodded.

The purpose of his visit was clear to the Jinming Daoist Sect.

The previous difficulties were just a test.

...

Dao Ancestor Yuntai raised his hand, and the fruits on the spiritual fruit tree in front of him fell. There were a few in front of everyone in the hall.

The others reached out to catch a fruit and examined it carefully. The disheveled old man impatiently stuffed the spiritual fruit into his mouth and chewed.

“Yes, the power of the Wood Lineage is extremely pure. It’s not inferior to a fifth-level pill.

“Eh, the power of the gold lineage is also very rich…”

As he chewed and muttered, the disheveled old man finished the spiritual fruit in his hand in a moment and could not help but look up at others.

When the others saw him looking over, they hurriedly put away the spiritual fruits in their hands and sat still.

Dao Ancestor Yuntai chuckled and said, “Li Zhongjing, can you tell what’s wrong with this spiritual fruit?”

Hearing his words, the disheveled old man nodded and shook his head.

Looking at Han Muye, the disheveled old man said, “Your method is probably not just the Dao of Creation, right?”

Han Muye smiled and nodded.

Excitement flashed across the old man’s face as he teleported in front of Han Muye. “I knew it. How can it be so pure just by spawning?

...

“Tell me, what method did you use to divide the spiritual qi and medicinal power? I’ve long wanted to work on the spiritual herbs and change the pill refinement method, but I just couldn’t find it…”

The old man named Li Zhongjing no longer cared about the others. He reached out to pull Han Muye’s sleeve to chat.

Han Muye had encountered many cultivators like him who were obsessed with cultivation and forgot about external things.

The Dao of cultivation was only more exciting because there were more cultivators who cultivated it.