1448 Essence Life Sword, Great Sun Heaven Suppression Technique (4)

After returning to his seclusion place and placing the wooden piece in front of him, he began to carefully recall the Great Sun Golden Crow cultivation technique he had seen previously.

Behind him, the phantom of the Great Sun Golden Crow appeared again.

This was the Golden Crow phantom that Han Zhi had mentioned just now.

Although the Heaven Suppression Technique of the Han Mountain Clan had been retracted, the cultivation technique had not been severed.

Before Han Qi died, he had taught Han Muye this Heaven Suppression Technique cultivation technique.

The Heaven Suppression Technique that Han Qi had taught him was only incomplete. Han Muye had deduced a portion of it himself to increase his cultivation like this.

The Heaven Suppression Technique that Han Qi had taught him was only incomplete. Han Muye had deduced a portion of it himself to increase his cultivation like this.

However, he did not have any subsequent True Spirit Realm cultivation techniques.

These were two completely different cultivation systems. There could not be any mistakes.

But now it seemed that he had some ideas.

The Heaven Suppression Technique could probably be optimized.

However, he had too few original cultivation techniques for the Heaven Suppression Technique. If he wanted to deduce and optimize them, he needed more original cultivation techniques.

It seemed that he needed to find the other races of the Golden Crow Race and see if he could obtain other Heaven Suppression Techniques.

Standing up, Han Muye began to punch slowly.

There were a total of six moves of the Soaring Sun Fist. It focused on stretching one’s muscles and bones. The power of the punch was powerful, and every strike was powerful.

The Heaven Patrolling Fist focused on swimming and cultivating footwork. As it opened and closed, it surged.

The Earth Shattering Fist was powerful.

The Heaven Sweeping Fist was the most ferocious of the four fist techniques. It also required the combination of bloodline power to be used.

Han Muye cultivated his fist techniques over and over again. Every time he punched, a Golden Crow light flashed in front of him.

The four fist techniques slowly fused from the different attributes at the beginning.

Six hours later, his four sets of fist techniques were no longer one.

In the end, it turned into 12 bold and powerful fist techniques.

In Han Muye’s opinion, this fist technique was the fusion of four sets of basic fist techniques. The refinement of his physical strength was five times stronger than before.

With this set of fist techniques, he could awaken a trace of the power of the Great Sun Golden Crow.

With this set of fist techniques, the clansmen could quickly cultivate to the fifth level of the Essence Soul Realm.

This was the power that the Great Sun Golden Crow Race should have.

The Great Sun Golden Crow Race should have the combat strength of a fifth-level Origin Spirit.

“This fist technique is fierce. Let’s call it the Great Sun Heaven-Breaking Fist.”

Han Muye retracted his fist and spoke softly.

In his opinion, these 12 fist techniques could continue to increase in the future, and his combat strength could also continue to increase.

After creating the Great Sun Heaven-Breaking Fist, Han Muye’s gaze landed on the heavy iron and wood pieces in front of him.

He pulled out the Meta-Life Sword from his sleeve, picked up a piece of wood, and began to polish it.

A moment later, he had a thick, hiltless wooden sword in his hand. It was more than two feet long and weighed 50 kilograms.

“Bang!”

Golden flames rose from his palm. The power of the Great Sun Divine Flame gathered at his fingertips and flowed on the ironwood wooden sword.

After a hundred breaths, the wooden sword turned black.

A thick black stream of light enveloped the wooden sword.

The two divine patterns broke through the cultivation technique engraved on the wood, leaving only a faint layer of patterns.

Of the two True Spirit Divine Patterns, one was sharp and the other was firm.

With the enhancement of these two True Spirit Divine Patterns, the sharpness of this wooden sword was not inferior to those supreme-grade Dharma treasure weapons, and its sturdiness was not inferior to the mass-produced weapons of the Mystic Spirit Immortal Kingdom.

In one night, Han Muye refined eight hiltless wooden swords. He also found the hard wooden staffs stored in the storeroom and made these hiltless wooden swords into eight-foot-long swords.

These swords were very suitable for slashing. With some simple moves, their power would increase greatly.

“Han Jin, use these swords first. When we find a good spiritual material mine, I’ll exchange weapons for you.”

In the morning, after handing these swords to Han Jin and the others, Han Muye spoke.

‘Weapons?’

Han Jin and the young men behind him took the sword and waved it a few times, their faces filled with surprise.

Although this sword was made of wood, it was heavy to the touch. When it slashed, there was a whistling wind.

With the infusion of primordial spirit power, he could feel the power of the divine patterns in the sword.

This was really a rare weapon. It was completely different from the crude wooden staff stored in the clan.

Han Muye ignored Han Jin and the others who were waving their swords happily. He walked to the square and slowly practiced his fist techniques.

“Let me take a look at this sword.” Han Yunhe, who had appeared out of nowhere, reached out and took the sword from a young man’s hand. He weighed it in his hand and looked at the sword carefully.

“This.” Han Chaohu, who had gathered at the side, glared. “This is the inheritance wooden piece of the clan that records cultivation techniques!”

Inheritance wood piece?

Could this thing be made into a weapon?

The corners of Han Jin’s mouth trembled as he looked at the sword in his hand reluctantly.

“Elder, then, are you taking back this sword?”

Han Chaohu glared at him and waved his hand. “What are you taking? Since the young patriarch has already given it to you, it’s yours.”

“The legacy wood piece is just a dead thing. It’s better to make this wooden sword than to leave dust in the house.”

Hearing his words, Han Jin put the sword away and grinned.

“Boom—”

A roar came from the square ahead.

Everyone looked up and looked at Han Muye in shock.

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