School belle, be more reserved, I can’t pretend anymore.

Qin Changshou felt goosebumps all over his body inexplicably when he saw the old sword master staring at him again.

"Senior, what are you looking at?"

Seeing that Wuming had no intention of looking away, Qin Changshou couldn't help asking a question.

The corner of Wuming's mouth twitched. If anyone else had spoken to him like this, he would have cut him off with a sword.

But Qin Changshou, a young man with extraordinary strength, had to take a deep breath and said with a smile: "I don't mean anything else, it's just that the sword god doesn't seem to need me to take action anymore!"

"Then let him continue spinning for a while!"

Qin Changshou also glanced in the direction of Zhang Weijian. It seemed that it had been almost ten minutes since Zhang Weijian used the move of Flying Immortal from Heaven.

However, Zhang Weijian was still spinning in mid-air, something was obviously wrong.

After all, Zhang Weijian is the contemporary sword god, and his realm has also reached the early stage of Nascent Soul.

Even if he had to forcefully stop his attack after using his ultimate move, a few minutes of unloading time was enough, and it would not have continued to this point.

It would be completely unnecessary for a majestic swordsman to still play this actor-like routine, pretending to keep spinning and looking for opportunities to escape.

If this sword god puts down his dignity and begs for mercy, will everyone still force him to stay?

The more Qin Changshou thought about it, the more something was wrong, and he glanced in the direction of the sword god Zhang Weijian.

But at this moment, the spinning body of Sword God Zhang Weijian suddenly stiffened.

By the time everyone reacted, the spinning Zhang Weijian had disappeared.

"not good!"

Qin Changshou frowned. It was just a distraction that allowed the other party to take advantage of the loophole.

However, Zhang Weijian's aura did not rush towards anyone present, but instead moved further and further away.

Sword Master Wuming was also a little surprised. He really didn't expect that a majestic sword master would actually escape from the battlefield, and in such a shameless way.

However, Wuming didn't hesitate and ran after him.

The Wang family brought a contemporary sword god to the Chen family to cause trouble, and the matter could not end so hastily.

Therefore, Zhang Weijian fled, but some things must be made clear.

With Zhang Weijian's terrifying swordsmanship talent, if he were allowed to go back to practice for a period of time, he would definitely cause a bloody storm by the time he stabilized his realm.

If Taoist friend Qin Changshou had not taken action today, not only would the Chen family be expelled from Kyoto today, but even he, the sword master, would have died on the spot.

Wuming's speed was obviously much faster. With his experienced body skills and the strength of the mid-stage Nascent Soul, he stopped Zhang Weijian in less than ten breaths.

If he hadn't emptied his body due to drinking and sex when he was young, and now that he is old and his body can't keep up with the rhythm, he believes that he can be faster.

Of course, what Wuming thinks is faster is just pure speed, not the kind of speed that can make people think wrongly.

"Fellow Taoist, you'd better come with me!" Wuming stood with his hands behind his back, pressing directly towards the opponent with his momentum.

"Haha, you are worthy of being a veteran swordsman. His speed is really extraordinary!"

Zhang Weijian didn't show the slightest hint of timidity on his face, but instead showed a crazy expression.

"Oh?"

"Looking at fellow Taoist's expression, did you lure me here on purpose?"

Wuming continued to stare at Zhang Weijian, with a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

"Yes, but it's too late for you to understand now. My sword is most powerful when no one is around, but you don't even have a sword!"

Zhang Weijian waved his hands, and the sword in his hand began to buzz.