Although it was clear that this was just a trial, under the power of the invisible divine sword, everyone felt as if they were facing a great enemy, as if it was not anyone else who was facing Mu Hanyan, but themselves.

"It turns out that your sword is actually an artifact!" Nan Aotian was slightly startled, and also drew his long sword at an extremely slow speed, just half an inch of sword light flickered, and the sound of a dragon's groan was heard, releasing bursts of domineering and mighty intent.

The sword in his hand is not an artifact, and it must not be much worse. Not only had he hidden his strength before, but he had also hidden his sword, and it was only then that everyone could see that the sword he was using today was completely different from last night.

Time, as if frozen at this moment, everyone's hearts involuntarily beat faster, as if they were about to burst out.

"It seems that Mu Hanyan has met an opponent this time, and I don't know if I still have a chance to fight him. Jiang Qiyan looked at this scene, and didn't know whether to gloat or say regretfully.

"Originally, I wanted to fight again and trample Mu Hanyan under my feet to correct my name, but now it seems that maybe I don't have this opportunity. Yue Fanchen shook his head and sighed.

Although the sky was clear, everyone's feeling was so dull, as if dark clouds were overpowering.

"Actually, I know your most fatal weakness. Mu Hanyan smiled slightly.

"What?" Nan Aotian was startled.

I only felt that Mu Hanyan's gaze was locked on somewhere in him, as sharp as a blade.

No, it can't be, how could he know. Nan Aotian's heart swelled with inexplicable panic.

"Nine days, the stars fall!" Finally, Mu Hanyan slashed out with a sword. And her gaze was still locked on a certain place in Nan Aotian's body.

The smile on his face is still so confident.

"Wait!" At this moment, Nan Aotian suddenly spoke.

Mu Hanyan had just used half of this move, and when he heard his shout, he forcibly retracted his sword momentum and looked at Nan Aotian with a smile on his face.

"Why don't we change the way?" Nan Aotian said.

"What?" Mu Hanyan asked.

"They are all children of the family, and it is inevitable that there will be a share of fighting and killing, so let's just fight, sit and talk about cooking wine and heroes, isn't it a good talk. Nan Aotian choked his sword back into its sheath, flicked the sleeves of his robe, and showed the aristocratic atmosphere of a child of a family, and said to Mu Hanyan.

"Poof!" Jiang Qiyan and Yue Fanchen, who were leisurely drinking tea and preparing to watch a big show, spewed out at the same time.

In the audience, everyone was also dumbfounded. No one doubts that Mu Hanyan and Nan Aotian will meet good talents when they meet opponents, and there will be a great battle, and it will even be a classic memory that they will remember for a lifetime.

Who would have expected that Nan Aotian actually put away his sword and actually said that he wanted to fight. If you give him a folding fan and shave off his beard, he really looks like a handsome boy.

However, look at your bulging muscles, look at the stubble on your face, are you still fighting, worthy of your fierce appearance?

"Not interested. Mu Hanyan refused without hesitation.

"Do you have to do it?" Nan Aotian tilted his head and looked at Mu Hanyan.

"Nonsense. Mu Hanyan said resolutely.

"Then there's something we can discuss?" Nan Aotian said.

"What are you discussing?" Mu Hanyan asked with a smile.

"It's okay to do it, but don't slap me in the face, especially not to touch my beard. Nan Aotian said.

As soon as these words came out, Tai De's jaw dropped again. Let's fight, they want to see what kind of fighting method this bearded guy wants, seeing that Mu Hanyan is resolutely opposed, and Nan Aotian proposes to discuss, they are even better, this guy wants to discuss some major matters of the family and country.

Who knows, he actually made such a request.

Beard, is the beard so important?

"Is a beard important?" Mu Hanyan asked with a smile.

"It's very important, I've been growing it for so many years to finally grow like this, you have to do it, but you must not move my beard. Nan Aotian said almost paranoidly.

"Then I might as well just throw in the towel. Mu Hanyan said angrily.

"That's the best. Nan Aotian was overjoyed when he heard this.

"Shameless! Not only did the audience scold, but even Mu Hanyan had the urge to scold.

"Hey, you guys aren't there yet?" the mentor couldn't stand it anymore.

"Forget it, no, I admit defeat. Nan Aotian said dryly.

"What, throw in the towel?!" the mentor was dumbfounded.

At the same time, the courage and perseverance of the strong duel also represent their dignity as kendo cultivators, and also represent the dignity of the family and mentor behind them, so from ancient times to the present, there are few people who directly admit defeat.

Nan Aotian talked nonsense, and he didn't even fight, so he directly admitted defeat, of course, to everyone's expectations.

"What else can I do if I don't admit defeat, my domineering sword can't suppress her sword power at all, and it must be an earth-shattering bitter battle when I move my hand.

It doesn't matter if I win or lose, but if I accidentally hurt my beard by her, you say, is it worth it, is it worth it?" Nan Aotian looked at the mentor and said confidently.

The tutor was a little crazy, and couldn't help but repeat Mu Hanyan's question, and roared, "Beard is so important to you?!"

"Why doesn't it matter? Forget it, people like you don't understand the sadness of being treated as a girl by everyone since childhood, and when you grow up, you will be treated as a little white face and a rabbit, and you don't know how important a beard is to me. Forget it, you don't understand it, I admit defeat. Nan Aotian looked sad, and in the end, he simply admitted defeat.

Then, with a wave of his sleeves, he floated away without taking away a single cloud, leaving only a jaw and eyeballs.

Beard, still beard! Nan Aotian's words seemed to still ring in his ears, and everyone was messy.

"My lord, I guess I won. Mu Hanyan woke up the mentor who was like a big dream and said.

"Mu Hanyan, win!" the tutor announced the result with a wry smile.

There were no cheers, no cheers, everyone looked at Nan Aotian's tall figure in the distance, in a daze.

"Hahahaha, win, I won, pay the money quickly. Finally, someone cheered excitedly, but obviously, it was not because of how tense and dangerous this trial was, how ups and downs it was.

"Nan Aotian, you bastard, this is a freshman, why do you admit defeat like this. While Ling Baobao cheered, someone finally couldn't help but scold.

"Beard, you know your beard, you will die if you make two moves!"

Obviously, they were the unlucky ones who were accidentally picked up by Ling Baobao and took away a large ticket of silver taels.

(Dear guys, on the last day of the month, Hanyan's daughter revealed, hahaha, I don't have to eat the keyboard.) Ask for a monthly pass~~嗷巷)