Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1454 Longbow, What a Huge Pig (2)

Hu Qiang recounted the nas of several spirit herbs and nodded, saying, "So clans have them. I'll have soone send them over when I get back."

After completing the transaction, Hu Qiang led the white-tailed fox tribe to collect the spirit herbs and carry them in a large basket.

He looked at Han Muye, then shifted his gaze to Han Chaohu and others, saying, "Elder Yunhe just ntioned that three months later, the Han Mountain Clan will hold the patriarchal inheritance ceremony. He asked to help spread the news to various tribes. Does the Young Patriarch have a seal?"

The white-tailed fox tribe was well-suited for spreading news as they road freely.

Han Muye nodded, instructing Han Jin to fetch so animal skins, which he then divided into pieces. Raising his hand, he gathered the golden bloodline power of the Golden Crow Clan into a divine pattern, imprinting it on the animal skins.

These were the symbols of the Golden Crow clan, and with these animal skins, they could make others believe in the news.

There was no unifying written language in the Great Desolate yet.

However, it was said that there were rumors about the Ten Thousand Magnificence Immortal Dynasty and the Mystic Spirit Immortal Kingdom.

With hundreds of thousands of years of legacy, the culture was already extrely flourishing.

With Han Muye's Golden Crow mark, Hu Qiang left in satisfaction. Before he left, he said that the Han Mountain Clan's Patriarch inheritance ceremony would definitely be held in three months.

Once they departed, Han Muye took Han Yunhe and others to the council hall. He placed two ores on the table and handed various spirit herb seeds to Han Cheng, who managed the dicinal fields.

Although Han Cheng's cultivation was only at the third level of the Essence Soul Realm, he was highly proficient in cultivating spirit herbs.

"These spirit herbs were all planted by our tribe in the past, but unfortunately…" Han Cheng sighed lightly, expressing regret.

Back then, there were many dicinal fields in the clan, and there were many types of spirit herbs planted.

Later on, the clan's dicinal field kept losing. It was not difficult to plant spiritual herbs that were specially used to exchange for supplies.

"Don't worry, in the future, my Han Shan Tribe will have so many dicinal fields that we won't be able to plant them all." Han Muye looked at Han Cheng and said loudly.

These words made everyone in the hall smile.

Han Cheng bowed and walked out. Han Muye took out a cloth bag and took out one of the pills.

This was a healing pill he had obtained from Lu Changshan. It was many tis stronger than the healing pill Hu Qiang had brought.

"Elder Yunhe, this dicine is for you to treat your injuries."

After handing the pill to Han Yunhe, Han Muye said softly.

Han Yunhe, Han Chaohu, and the others were still in a daze when they walked out of the stone house.

This pill was too good.

When the pill landed in his hand, he could clearly feel the dicinal power surging.

The value of this pill was at least ten tis that of the pill Hu Qiang had taken out.

Just now, he thought that his young patriarch was unwilling to exchange for pills. Now, it seed that he was really willing.

"Yunhe, cultivate in seclusion. Don't worry about the clan's matters for now." Han Chaohu patted Han Yunhe's shoulder and said in a low voice, "Young Patriarch needs help."

Resignation and regret flashed across his face.

Although his cultivation level was temporarily higher than Han Yunhe's, he had no chance of improving it.

Han Yunhe had a brighter future than him.

In the future, he would probably have to rely on Han Yunhe to help the young patriarch lead the race to strength.

The young patriarch was probably willing to take out such a precious pill because he valued Han Yunhe's future.

Han Yunhe did not say anything else. He nodded and left with the pills.

Han Yuncheng, Han Jin, and the others went to settle the wild boars and black antelope they had hunted. The young patriarch had just said that the black antelope's horns and tendons were for him.

At this mont, Han Muye, who was in the hall, was already holding the two pieces of Flafire Essence Iron in front of him.

This Flafire Essence Iron was not particularly precious. Its advantage was its resistance to fire.

As long as it was not a top-notch divine fla, this Flafire Essence Iron could withstand it for a while.

Many pill furnaces in the future were mixed with this Flafire Essence Iron.

In addition, the Flafire Essence Iron was extrely flexible and could be forged into iron ropes.

Holding a piece of Flafire Essence Iron in his hand, the flas in Han Muye's palm rose.

Rays of fiery red flas flashed, and the brick-like fire essence iron slowly lted.

There were not many flas in the world that were hotter than the Golden Crow Divine Fla.

This was a divine fire that could burn through everything in the world.

Divine patterns appeared in his palm. Han Muye held a divine pattern between his fingertips and slowly intertwined it with the lted Flafire Essence Iron.

By the ti Han Dingyi and Han Jin sent over the two horns of the black antelope and a few translucent long tendons, Han Muye had already placed a bundle of golden-red fire essence iron threads in front of him.

This was an iron thread that had been removed from its body. It was extrely tenacious.

"Young Patriarch, these are the horns and tendons of the black antelope."

They placed everything on the stone table.

Han Muye nodded, picked up the horns, and looked at them. Then he placed the two horns together.

He wrapped the golden-red fla essence iron thread around the two long horns and slowly wrapped it.

Golden flas rose from his palm, fusing the threads with the horns.

By the ti all the threads were wrapped, the two long horns had already joined together and turned into the bow of a longbow.

Picking up the bow and waving it a few tis, Han Muye weighed it in satisfaction.

"Buzz!"

Golden streams of light flashed at his fingertips.

Divine patterns of True Spirit appeared on the longbow.

Frontal.

Tails.

One streak.

Two streaks.

Three streaks!

Three True Spirit Divine Patterns!

Han Dingyi and Han Jin opened their mouths wide and watched as the longbow in Han Muye's hand flashed with golden light, and four True Spirit Divine Patterns appeared.

He did not expect his young patriarch to have the ability to engrave the True Spirit Divine Pattern.

Refinent technique!

The young patriarch actually mastered an extrely rare refining technique in the Great Desolate. He was an extrely respected blacksmith!