Bab 420: Sword Suppressing the Luck of the Western Frontier, Wood Refinement Affinity (3)

The golden-purple sword in his Qi Sea dispersed into endless sword qi and poured directly into the Sword Pavilion's Hidden Sword.

At this moment, the entire third floor of the Sword Pavilion was dyed golden purple.

Nurturing the sword.

Nourishing Qi with the sword.

People nurturing the sword.

This was the Sword Pavilion.

The Nine Mystic Sword Sect's sect master's succession ceremony lasted for three days, and Han Muye showed up on the last day.

Many sect masters and elders came to toast, but they were all injured by Han Muye's sword qi and could not drink.

"Elder Han." The sect master of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect, Zhang Cheng, stepped forward and cupped his hands.

Han Muye nodded, and the two of them walked out of the hall.

The Nine Mystic Sword Sect had become the number one sect in the Western Frontier, so it naturally became the number one Sword Sect in the Western Frontier.