Chapter 181 Flesh and blood, but missing muscles and bones
Although Yun Yanchu was a little surprised by Hua Rong's gift of the sword, he was extremely happy after he realized it.
Hua Rong's performance can be regarded as accepting the existence of the little mute in disguise.
Yun Yanchu looked at the confused little mute, slightly curved his lips, and said with a smile: "Take it."
After receiving the answer, the little mute dared to actually put down the sword in his hand. He looked at Hua Rong helplessly, wanting to say thank you but unable to speak.
After thinking for a while, he suddenly stood up, took two steps back, and gave Hua Rong the greatest salute for him.
Seeing the little mute bending ninety degrees and holding the sword in both hands, Yun Yanchu was worried that the sword was too heavy and for a while the little mute fell forward.
Hua Rong glanced at the little mute, turned his palm lightly, and a force slowly lifted the little mute up.
"There is no need to thank me, you only have to thank her. If it weren't for Yan Chu, it would be impossible to give you the spiritual weapon I forged."
Hua Rong said calmly, and when she turned to look at Yun Yanchu, there was already a bit of warmth in her calm eyes.
The little mute nodded as if he understood, and planned to give a big gift to Yun Yanchu.
Yun Yanchu hurriedly stood up and stepped forward to support him, "There's no need for the ceremony. You should try the power of this sword first. Be careful not to hurt yourself."
The little mute nodded and immediately ran to the courtyard to practice with his sword in hand.
Yun Yanchu then returned to his seat.
She looked sideways at Hua Rong and said softly: "Thank you, Master."
The corners of Hua Rong's lips curved slightly, and she stretched out her hand to rub Yun Yanchu's head.
"There is no need to express gratitude between you and me, master and disciple. He is indeed very talented. If he was not born without spiritual roots, he might be able to accomplish something."
"Perhaps even without spiritual roots, one can create miracles?" Yun Yanchu replied with a hint of truth.
Hua Rong raised his eyebrows lightly, but before he could ask any questions, Yun Yanchu had already turned around and looked in the direction of the little mute.
Looking at Yun Yanchu's profile, a dark light flashed across Huarong's eyes.
The little mute was still a little unfamiliar when he first picked up the new weapon, but after learning a few sets of moves, he was already familiar with it.
He swung out a vague sword energy move, but was easily scattered by Yun Yanchu.
Mortals who have cultivated to the extreme can still fight with real immortal cultivators, but what they have to go through during this period is very difficult for people to bear.
Yun Yanchu glanced at the little mute with deep meaning.
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Chu Wanjun finally rushed back the day before the second round of competition.
Zhongzhou alone is as large as the merger of the four continents, spanning the distance between the two continents from Tianqi to the border.
Going back and forth is equivalent to traveling to four continents.
After traveling such a long way, Chu Wanjun felt a little light when she landed.
Fortunately, we got back in time.
After traveling for half a month without closing her eyes, Chu Wanjun fell asleep as soon as she came back.
After sleeping until the next morning, Chu Wanjun, whose biological clock was accurate, opened her eyes.
She walked out with a dull look on her face. Chu Wanjun had an unchanging habit of practicing shooting every two or three days.
Qian Ming was the first one to wake up.
Basically, after she finished practicing her spear, everyone in Qian Ming walked out of the house one by one.
It was rare today that she saw a figure in the courtyard when she was going out.
The little mute was wearing the cloud-patterned outfit that Yun Yanchu had bought for him. He was waving the long sword in his hand rapidly in the courtyard. Each move he made was very similar to Yun Yanchu's.
The little mute was so engrossed in practicing his moves that he had no idea that under the eaves not far away, Chu Wanjun, who was wearing a curtain hat, was slightly raising his curtain hat to watch him practice his sword moves.
After the little mute finished his set of moves, Chu Wanjun stepped forward and said, "I didn't expect my junior sister to teach you how to practice swordsmanship."
When Chu Wanjun saw that the little mute was so proficient in a set of movements, she knew that he had been practicing for a while.
But I didn't expect that the little mute, as a mortal who couldn't practice, could learn this sword move to a nine-point similarity.
It's a pity that this move has flesh and blood, but lacks bones and muscles.
He looks really powerful, but if he goes up against a monk, he will look like a showman and will definitely lose.
Startled by Chu Wanjun's voice, the little mute obviously didn't expect that anyone would see him practicing his sword.
And he didn't even notice anyone was looking at him from beginning to end.
Seeing Chu Wanjun walking in front of him, who was much taller than him, the little mute swallowed and felt an inexplicable nervousness in his heart.
The little mute's face turned red just after practicing his moves, and he looked like a ripe apple.
A smile flashed in Chu Wanjun's eyes, she leaned down slightly and asked, "Do you want to fight with me?"
The little mute immediately showed a shocked expression and looked at Chu Wanjun in disbelief.
"Just kidding."
Chu Wanjun's lips curved slightly, she patted the little mute's shoulder, then straightened up and walked to one side.
She waved her hand forward, and the Cloud-Breaking Spear shot out of the air and flew straight towards her.
Chu Wanjun grasped the Cloud-Breaking Spear, which was flying like a meteor, and lifted it upward with force, and the Cloud-Breaking Spear was held firmly in her palm.
As soon as she held the Cloud-breaking Spear, Chu Wanjun's whole aura became completely different.
She exuded a sharp aura, as sharp as a sharp sword, making people feel a strong oppression.
The little mute's pupils narrowed slightly as he looked at the scene in front of him.
Suddenly, Chu Wanjun moved, and the spear in his hand suddenly thrust out, stabbing forward with the sound of howling wind, and the air where the spear passed was torn apart.
Chu Wanjun was extremely fast, and the sound of breaking wind caused by the cloud-breaking gun almost shook the surrounding space.
This kind of strength is something that the little mute doesn't have.
The little mute suddenly realized that Chu Wanjun meant to teach him, and took in every move of Chu Wanjun without blinking.
Even the oppressive feeling caused by that strong force was completely memorized by him.
After a set of moves, Chu Wanjun felt that all the muscles and bones in her body relaxed.
Turning around, she saw that the little mute was still standing where she was just now, with a pair of beautiful eyes that looked very similar to her junior sister's, staring at her unblinkingly.
This reminded Chu Wanjun of Yun Yanchu's childhood.
Putting away the Cloud-breaking Gun, Chu Wanjun stepped forward and pinched the little mute's face.
The next second, the sound of a door opening came from not far away.
Chu Wanjun looked over and saw Yun Yanchu standing in front of the door, with a look of surprise on his face.
Chu Wanjun immediately stopped her hand, pretending to be nonchalant, waved to Yun Yanchu and shouted, "Good morning, little junior sister."
"Good morning, senior sister~" Yun Yanchu walked over, said hello with a smile, and then looked at the little mute on one side.
The little mute was still immersed in the moves just now, and was even more confused when Chu Wanjun pinched his face.
When he met Yun Yanchu's gaze, his whole body seemed stunned.
Yun Yanchu couldn't hold it back, reached out and pinched the little mute's face, and then touched his head.
Finally, under the confused gaze of the little mute, Yun Yanchu commented seriously: "You are so cute."