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Luo Yan obviously didn't know what Jing Salam was thinking. He was thinking about something at the moment. After thinking about it, he said to Jing Sala:

"I have a lot of unique understanding of kendo here. You can analyze it for me."

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Jing Salaman looked at Luo Yan in confusion, not understanding what Luo Yan's sword skills meant.

The Salamander was soon calmed down.

Because Luo Yan started from Dugu Qiufei's swordsmanship, then talked about Dugu Nine Swords, and then jumped to Jiuyang Divine Art, and then the general outline of Taixuan Jing appeared, and then Taichi Sword, etc., and even Bing Xin Things like "jue three points to return vitality" were all mentioned.

Some classic phrases from puppet show animations also appeared.

Since the Hundred Steps Flying Sword can be imitated, then maybe these things can too.

After all, this is a different world, the spiritual energy has escaped, and everything is possible.

No matter how outrageous it is, is it still outrageous to have a machine beast?

Luo Yan thought he didn't understand these things well. He wanted to see what special insights the Jing Salamander had.

Jing Salamander's swordsmanship and swordsmanship have reached an extremely advanced level, so there is no need to worry about going astray. Maybe these things can allow Jing Salamander to draw parallels.

In short, Luo Yan threw them all out.

Regardless of whether it's useful or not, let's tell it to Frightened Salamander first.

If Jing Salamander could figure out something, he would make a fortune.

They are all our own people, and we don’t count outsiders as cheap.

From shock and confusion.

It only took Jing Salad a cup of tea to listen to Luo Yan the whole time. Her expression became more and more serious as she went on, because what Luo Yan said was getting more and more outrageous.

Internal strength, external strength, swordsmanship, etc., everything is involved, and the level of complexity is jaw-dropping.

She couldn't figure out where Luo Yan learned this.

But one advantage of Jing Salamander is that Luo Yan doesn't say anything, she doesn't ask too many questions, and just listens to them obediently.

As for the source.

Luo Yan would naturally say what he wanted to say.

The night was obviously a long one.

. . . . . . . . . .

The night is intoxicating and the moonlight is bright.

At this moment, in the manor where South Korea was hosting distinguished guests, a room was brightly lit.

Wearing a white robe, the old man with gray hair was kneeling in front of the desk, looking at a roll of bamboo slips with half-squinted eyes, his hair hanging behind him, his expression was leisurely and contented, but this leisurelyness soon disappeared. His half-lidded eyes slowly opened and he looked towards the window.

I saw a figure in black robes appearing at the window.

"Your Mo family is always so fast. The machine beast is really a good thing."

Gongsun Long closed the slip gently and slowly, looked at the visitor with bright and calm eyes, stroked his beard, and spoke calmly.

His eyes were so bright that it was scary, not at all cloudy like when he looked at Luo Yan.

At this moment, he is the contemporary head of the famous family, Gongsun Long.

A man famous in the Seven Kingdoms!

"No matter how fast it is, it won't be as fast as you famous people."

With a chuckle, the Mohist giant flashed in from the window, as if teleporting, and the residual image left in place melted like ink and dissipated between heaven and earth.

The cloak was taken off, and a capable old face was revealed. His facial features were straight and kind, but his eyes looked at Gongsun Long with slight disgust.

Obviously, he doesn't have much favorable impressions of this old guy, the Six-fingered Black Man of the Mo family.

Because the famous people are all seeking fame and fortune, few people can scold them. As for beatings, they can certainly be beaten, but doing things like this is obviously a bit vulgar to scholars.

Everyone is a proud person.

As long as the celebrity doesn't go too far, others will rarely find trouble with the celebrity.

Ever since their master committed suicide, the masters of the subsequent generations have become quite restrained, at least leaning against the big tree and relying on their thighs to sneer at others.

"Zhao is close to South Korea, so it will naturally come faster."

Gongsun Long said softly, his expression did not change at all, and he did not mind the Six-Fingered Black Man's gaze.

Celebrities are all very shameless. Without such shame, they would not be able to talk nonsense.

This is called living your true self.

"You should know what I am here for. How is this son?"

The Mohist tycoon Six-fingered Black Man walked up to Gongsun Long, sat down without any courtesy, stared at Gongsun Long, and asked.

We are all old people who have lived for most of our lives. We naturally know each other and there is no need to be polite.

Everyone knows what each other thinks.

What the famous people valued was Luo Yan's reputation, and they were interested in the four sentences he said about Hengqu. These four sentences were destined to be famous throughout history, and the famous people naturally wanted a piece of the pie.

The Mohist family was interested in Luo Yan.

"He is a wonderful man who could be admitted to a famous family."

Gongsun Long said with a smile.

"Fuck your mother!"

The tycoon of the Mohist family, the six-fingered black man, swore directly without thinking. He was quite fiery when he swore at people at his age. He was not as kind and friendly as he seemed on the surface.

"When did you become so vulgar?"

Gongsun Long's expression remained unchanged and he chuckled.

The six-fingered black man frowned and said with great dissatisfaction: "How can such a great person join your famous family? Your famous family are all people who deceive the world and steal their fame!"

"Does the giant want to argue with me about this?!"

Gongsun Long looked at the six-fingered black man with a half-smile, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the old voice sounded unhurriedly.

The moment he heard this, the Mohist giant, the six-fingered black man, stiffened, took a deep breath, ignored the words, and continued:

"Gongsun Long, I'm not in the mood to argue with you. Say what you have to say, don't beat around the bush!"

"As I said above, this son is not from your Mo family, and it is impossible for him to join your Mo family. If you don't believe me, you can go and see him."

Gongsun Long said softly.

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The Six-fingered Black Man was silent for a while, seeming to be thinking about the meaning of Gongsun Long's words.

"Before coming to South Korea, I had already investigated what this man was doing in Xinzheng, South Korea. Within a few months, he had become the guest of the Fourth Young Master of South Korea. He was also on good terms with the South Korean General Ji Wuye, and now he is even more... The King of Han treats him as a scholar, and there are some interesting things that you can check for yourself. However, there are general signs that this son is definitely a person who pursues fame and wealth, and has no chance to belong to your Mo family."

Gongsun Long said slowly.

He meant what he said.

The six-fingered black man frowned, as if he felt that everything was different from what he thought. He didn't think Gongsun Long would lie to him.

Because these things are easy to find out.

"Of course I will meet you this time. I hope you, old man, didn't tell lies. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude. I could slap you back then and I can still slap you now!"

The six-fingered black man snorted coldly, said nothing, stood up and left.

Gongsun Long seemed to have thought of what had happened in the past, and the corner of his mouth twitched. He watched the Six-Fingered Black Man leave and whispered to himself: "It's still so vulgar."

The tone seemed a little helpless.

When they were young, Gongsun Long and Six-fingered Black Man debated some things.

Then the six-fingered black man who didn't say anything about him took action directly.

Simply vulgar!

A gentleman speaks but does not use his hands. Why should he teach such a simple truth? !