On the top of the stone mountain, a palace stands alone. It is simple and clumsy and has existed for I don’t know how many years.
This is the Heavenly Sword Palace!
The palace is not big, but there is an incomparable sword intent that shoots straight into the sky and connects with the sky. Although it is condensed but not scattered, hidden but not released, the closer you get to the palace, the more you can feel its majesty. , vast, and majestic, even the most powerful monks would probably be in awe.
If this kind of sword intent completely breaks out, I am afraid that the "Chun Yang Sword Sect" and even the entire Yanyang City will be turned into powder.
When Tang Huan saw the Heavenly Sword Palace, he could faintly feel that there were strands of meaning coming from all directions, constantly blending into the powerful sword intent hidden in the palace.
There was even a trace of it coming from his body.
"I see!"
Hu Can's related memories flashed through his mind, and Tang Huan suddenly had a clear understanding in his heart, "Every monk in this 'Chunyang Sword Sect' will have something as long as he stays in Hidden Sword Mountain or even Yanyang City." A trace of meaning was absorbed by the 'Heavenly Sword Palace'. At the beginning, the 'Chunyang Sword Sect' should just be a pure sword sect, so that it could condense a powerful sword intention as the foundation. Later, the 'Chunyang Sword Sect' became Beginning to be inclusive, disciples who join the sect are no longer limited to using swords as weapons, but can use spears, knives, sticks, and halberds, and all kinds of weapons."
Any monk, no matter what weapon he uses, will be contaminated with the meaning of the weapon in his body.
The sword has the intention of the sword, the gun has the intention of the spear, the knife has the intention of the knife... This meaning is intangible and insubstantial, and ordinary monks cannot detect it at all, even if they themselves cannot sense it.
Tang Huan can now discover that it was thanks to the "ethereal Buddha image".
Even if the aura is condensed to the extreme, the meaning of the weapon will still continue to radiate out. If it were in other places, the meaning would disappear after being emitted, but here, it was all absorbed by the Tianjian Palace. Just like Tang Huan, what overflowed from his body was spear intent. As soon as this spear intent entered the Tianjian Palace, it would be immediately assimilated by the majestic sword intent, and it would be impossible for it to exist independently.
The Heavenly Sword Palace continuously absorbed various meanings, and after a long period of time, it gradually formed the terrifying sword meaning it has now.
This sword intention is not only the rich heritage of the "Chun Yang Sword Sect", but also the confidence of the "Chun Yang Sword Sect".
As long as this terrifying sword intent is still there, even if the "Chun Yang Sword Sect" is temporarily weakened, no force will dare to invade Yanyang City in a large scale. If the "Chun Yang Sword Sect" is really pushed into a desperate situation and the sword intent in the Tianjian Palace is stimulated, they will probably die together.
"No wonder the 'Chun Yang Sword Sect' has been able to stand for countless years without falling. The people who founded the 'Chun Yang Sword Sect' are not only far-sighted, but also clever in their methods."
Tang Huan's thoughts moved slightly and he followed Zhuo Dongqing and Wu Zhao into the Heavenly Sword Palace.
The material of this palace is neither stone nor jade, nor wood nor brick. It seems to be completely transformed by the sword intention. When standing in it, the whole person seems to be wrapped by the terrifying sword intention. It actually makes Tang Huan walk on thin ice and dare not do anything. No movement at all. Not only him, Zhuo Dongqing and Wu Zhao also became cautious.
In the hall, eight figures were sitting.
Facing the door is an old man wearing a purple robe. He has white hair and a childlike face, and the handsomeness of his youth can be vaguely seen between his eyebrows. There were three people on the left side of the old man in purple robes, including a burly man in golden robes, an old woman in black, and a young woman in her thirties with a beautiful face in a blue dress.
On the right side of the purple-robed old man, there are four people. One is a handsome man wearing white robes with a graceful demeanor; the other is a tall, hook-nosed old man in red robes; the last two are old men, one with a thin face. , dressed in yellow clothes, and the other one had a wrinkled face, with a shriveled body wrapped in a green robe, with drooped eyelids, looking as if one foot had stepped into the coffin.
They are the sect leader of the "Chun Yang Sword Sect" and the seven great elders.
For example, Nie Kun and others, Tang Huan could vaguely judge their cultivation level, but the eight people in the palace gave Tang Huan an unfathomable feeling. They did not deliberately restrain their aura, nor did they deliberately exert pressure. They just sat there quietly, but they were as majestic as giant peaks and as vast as the ocean.
Almost the moment he entered the palace, Tang Huan felt sixteen solid gazes falling on him, making him feel as if his whole body had been completely penetrated, as if all the secrets in his body were clearly visible in this palace. It appeared in the sight of eight people.
Even if it is not intentional, such a gaze can give people a terrible sense of oppression. Even Nie Kunna and other Golden Sword disciples would feel nervous for no reason when facing the most powerful sect leader and the seven great elders of the "Chun Yang Sword Sect" at the same time.
However, the "ethereal Buddha image" made Tang Huan's soul feel peaceful. Under the gaze of the eight powerful men, Tang Huan's heart remained calm as usual.
"For the record, sect leader and great elders, Tang Huan has been brought here!" Zhuo Dongqing bowed slightly and separated from Wu Zhao.
"Tang Huan, a disciple of Fengbu Silver Sword, has met the sect master and all the great elders!" Tang Huan calmly bowed to the eight people in the hall.
"Not bad!"
The purple-robed old man gently stroked his long beard and smiled approvingly, "At the age of twenty-five, he has already broken through to the seventh level of the true spirit. He is indeed extremely talented, and his future prospects are limitless."
"The sect master is ridiculous." Tang Huan smiled slightly.
"Tang Huan, I heard that your success rate in forging low-level heavenly weapons is as high as 80%, and all the weapons you forge are top-quality weapons?" The old man with a hooked nose in red robe suddenly narrowed his eyes and laughed. , there was an inexplicable smile on his face.
"Exactly!"
Tang Huan's heart moved, he glanced at Zhuo Dongqing beside him, and nodded immediately.
Zhuo Dongqing is not only an elder of the "Chunyang Sword Sect", but also the sexton of southern Yanzhou. It is not difficult to learn from the Tiger Clan about the status of Tang Huan's forged weapons. This time, the sect leader and the seven elders summoned him, presumably because Zhuo Dongqing reported these situations.
After all, even in Tianzhou, the Great World of Forging Gods, there are not necessarily a few low-level heavenly craftsmen who can achieve an 80% success rate in forging low-level heavenly weapons, not to mention that the quality of each weapon is of the highest quality.
In Yanzhou, where there is a shortage of weapon refiners, it is only natural that a low-level heavenly craftsman like him appears and attracts the attention of the highest level of the "Chun Yang Sword Sect".
"Such attainments are simply unheard of."
The young woman in blue skirt looked at Tang Huan with admiration, then turned her beautiful eyes, looked at the old man in red robe opposite with a smile, and said jokingly, "Elder Meng, I guess it won't take many years for you, Chunyang The title of Sword Sect's strongest weapon refiner will be given to Tang Huan."
PS: There will be more at night. (To be continued)