The atmosphere was a little strange.
The spring breeze blew past, bringing with it the remaining coolness of the winter.
The girl suddenly couldn't take it anymore.
He couldn't withstand the calm gaze of the youth holding the wine gourd.
He also couldn't bear the gloating expression of the young man with the law stripes beside him.
What was he gloating about?
Also, why was Ye Bajian so calm?
Was it because she was a woman that she was indifferent to his challenge?
She had been practicing swordsmanship since she was young. No matter how hard it was, she would persist in her dream.
She had vowed to become a master swordsman and never slacked off.
Although he was young, he was already able to display the Woodleaf Flow Sword Technique to a certain extent.
Even if the opponent was Uchiha Weasel, she still dared to challenge him.
In fact, this was also her purpose for coming here, but the person who challenged her had changed.
The strongest freshman that Uchiha Weasel mentioned was also a swordsman!
Based on this point alone, she wanted to find out her magnanimity as a sword wielder from the challenge. She also wanted to see if her hard work since she was young was useful.
Weasel naturally gloated.
Challenge eight swords?
Please.
As far as he knew, there was only one person at this age who could display sword techniques so vividly.
That was eight swords!
He had heard of this girl, Maoyue Xiyan. She had inherited the Woodleaf Style Swordsmanship and had been very hardworking since she was young.
This information came from the information that his father had given him in the morning. It could become his competitor in school.
However…
She was definitely not a match for the eight swords.
"Alright, I accept your challenge."
After a long time, the oppressive atmosphere disappeared. The eight swords slowly nodded and closed their eyes.
He pulled out his knife with one hand.
The hilt.
The blade.
Saber light!
It was unsheathed and simple.
But at this moment, Maoyue Xiyan's expression changed drastically.
The young man slowly opened his eyes.
She seemed to have seen an untamed beast!
It was ferocious and ferocious.
It was different from the carefree manner before he held the saber.
Holding the scabbard, he was already in the zone.
It was a realm that only those who used swords could understand.
The thing in his hand was not a saber.
Instead, sharp claws extended from his fingertips.
This…
Is this my opponent?
I'm actually challenging such a person?
Even…even his father didn't have such a terrifying aura!
Who was he?
Who was he?
Sweat appeared on her forehead, but Maoyue Xiyan did not have the courage to wipe it away.
He stood there in a daze, as if he had lost the strength to resist.
Boring.
Shaking his head, Eight Swords retracted his aura and looked at Weasel." Cultivate."”
"Seriously, she's a girl after all.”
Tossing his shuriken, Weasel didn't know whether to laugh or cry as he said," Mother told me to be gentle with girls. Don't tell me that you don't have a mother who doesn't know. I'm telling you now.”
"Besides, this is common sense."
That's right.
Did he have to be so ruthless to a girl?
Although the eight swords didn't make a move, this kind of blow was even more profound than truly defeating the other party.
It was a method to completely imprint his image on the other party's soul.
A true suppression!
At this moment, Weasel looked at Eight Swords as if he was a straight man who only knew how to practice his saber.
What did this kid know?
Eight Swords shook his head and casually smashed his opponent's shuriken back.
Regardless of whether they attacked or not, the difference was obvious.
If Maoyue Xiyan could recover from today's blow, her realm would definitely improve a lot in the future.
This was for her own good. Of course, there was also the possibility that the other party would not be able to withstand it and would never be able to recover.
But the eight swords were still here, and so was Mao Yue Xi Yan.
All she needed was a word of encouragement when she was in despair.
Eight Swords knew everything.
The cultivation began.
Maoyue Xiyan was still standing there in a daze, maintaining the gesture of asking for guidance.
As for the young man and the ferret, they had already begun their own cultivation.
After an unknown period of time, the dazed young girl suddenly trembled.
It was as if she had been awakened by the cold air, or perhaps the crazy beast in her imagination was charging at her.
At this moment, she finally woke up.
However, the scene in front of her made her even more dispirited.
An incomparable shuriken collision.
Whether it was Uchiha Weasel or Yoshihachi, when the two of them were sweating and throwing their shuriken at each other in a terrifying way, the scene entered their eyes.
She finally understood how big the gap between her and them was.
What a joke, she was actually challenging such a person.
He leaned weakly against the tree.
She had already forgotten her purpose for coming here.
Her heart was filled with confusion as she stared at the sword in her hand with a dull gaze.
A long time seemed to have passed.
When a hand was placed in front of her, Mao Yue Xi Yan's eyelashes moved slightly and she slowly raised her head.
"The weather isn't very warm yet. I'm afraid a girl will fall sick after standing here for so long.”
The young man's hand was not big, but it looked very safe.
"Well, I was planning to relax with Weasel today.”
"Come on, let's take a bath to get rid of the cold.”
"My treat."
As he spoke, he grabbed the girl's hand and walked towards the exit of the training ground under Weasel's dumbfounded gaze.
……
The first chapter was delivered.
Oh, since I'm bored, I'll go and write another chapter.
Tsk, thank you, dear reader, for the flowers.
Thank you.
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