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Ling Shaoqing held the folding fan in his hand and kept opening and closing it. He calmed down and stood in the middle of the ring.

The wind blows the jade belt on the young man's head fluttering with the wind, which is really beautiful.

Although the boy is too loud, when he shuts his mouth, it is quite pleasing to the eye.

Wan Muyan looked at him with her chin propped up, and smiled involuntarily.

When the competition started, Mu Xuefang was still the first to attack.

Ling Shaocheng also swung the soft sword in his hand, and quickly chased after him.

The two soon fought together, Mu Xuefang was very aggressive, but her defense was weak, and she couldn't resist Ling Shaocheng's sneak attack at all.

Although Ling Shaocheng was not very aggressive, his movements were very agile, which made Mu Xuefang dizzy.

Just when the two were stuck in a stalemate, Mu Yuhao, the only male member of the Mu family, made a move.

What he held in his hand was the Thunderbolt Sword.

In the process of swinging the sword out, white lightning flashed all over the body of the sword, which looked very frightening.

If this sword is pointed at any audience present, they will inevitably retreat subconsciously, and their physical fear of nature prompts them to be afraid of lightning.

Mu Yan felt his eyes suddenly brighten, and he stared at the Mu family man with great interest, to be precise, he should be staring at the sword in his hand.

"That's a fine sword."

Mu Yan couldn't help admiring.

"Indeed," Mu Xuecheng nodded, and immediately began to explain the origin of the sword, "The sword that fell into his hand was just an ordinary Yin-opening sword."

"Oh?"

Wan Muyan curiously raised an eyebrow at Mu Xuecheng, "Do you have any impression of him?"

Mu Xuecheng nodded.

"He should be the strangest one whose status has been raised among this group of juniors."

Mu Xuecheng said so.

"He's not from the direct blood line, but a concubine among the concubines, and the youngest son of his cousin, so he doesn't receive much attention."

"He had a wonderful father, though."

Mu Xuecheng recalled.

"His father joined our Mu family. He is a craftsman. He is very good at forging magical weapons, so when the child got the sword, he remade the sword, so we have the one we see now. Thunder Sword."

Wan Muyan nodded, and couldn't help sighing: "This is really a good background."

She would think of her father's ruthlessness again, and a sneer could not help hanging on the corner of her mouth.

That man is simply not comparable to any man in the world who can be called a father, he is a beast.

Wan Muyan thought to herself, fortunately her mother has already left her.

Thinking of this, Wan Muyan would worry about Ye Zhiqiu's practice, and wonder what kind of situation her mother has reached now.

At the moment she was in a trance, exclamations from the audience suddenly resounded from the arena.

Mu Yan hurriedly turned her attention back to the battlefield, but saw three Taoist masters of Mu's family stabbing towards Ling Shaoqing together with spiritual weapons in their hands.

Wan Muyan's heart was pulled up in an instant, he frowned, and stared at Ling Shaoqing without blinking.

But Ling Shaoqing just stood there, eyes closed, without any reaction.

At this time, Mu Yan noticed the strangeness.

It seemed that Ling Shaoqing had kept her eyes closed all the time, and it was like that when Cong came on stage.

As if, he was brewing something.

Thinking of this, the boy suddenly opened his eyes.