Although I understand that this is just a test, under the power of that invisible divine sword, everyone feels as if they are facing an enemy, as if facing Mu Hanyan is not someone else but himself.

"It turns out that your sword is actually a divine weapon!" Nan Aotian was slightly startled, and also drew out the long sword at a very slow speed. Only half an inch of the sword's light flickered, and the sound of dragon chants came out, releasing arrays of domineering and mighty meaning. .

The sword in his hand, even if it weren't a divine weapon, wouldn't be much worse. He had not only hidden his strength, but also his sword. Until then, everyone could see that the sword he used today was completely different from last night.

Time seems to be stagnant at this moment, and everyone's hearts are involuntarily beating faster, as if they are about to burst out.

"It seems that Mu Hanyan has met his opponent this time, and I don't know if I still have a chance to fight him." Jiang Qiling watched this scene, not knowing whether it was gloating, or saying regretfully.

"I wanted to fight one more time. I stepped on Mu Hanyan to justify my name. Now it seems that I might not have this chance." Yue Fanchen shook his head and sighed.

Although the sky is clear, everyone feels so dull, as if the dark clouds are overwhelming.

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

"What?" Nan Aotian was suddenly startled.

I just felt that Mu Hanyan's gaze was locked somewhere on his body, sharp as a blade.

No, impossible, how could he know. Nan Aotian felt an inexplicable panic in his heart.

"Nine days, starfall!" Finally, Mu Hanyan cut out with a sword. And her gaze was still fixed on Nan Aotian's body.

The smile on his face is still so confident.

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

Mu Hanyan had just used half of this trick, and when he heard his shout, he abruptly stopped the sword and looked at Nan Aotian with a smile on his face.

"Or, let's change the comparison?" Nan Aotian said.

"How to compare?" Mu Hanyan asked.

"They are all children of the aristocratic family. Fighting, killing and killing would be a loss of status. Let's just have a literary fight and sit down and talk about the heroes. Isn't that a good talk." Nan Aotian choked his sword back and shoved his robe. The sleeves showed the aristocratic aura of a descendant of the family, and said to Mu Hanyan.

"Puff!" Jiang Qiling and Yue Fanchen, who were drinking tea leisurely, were about to watch a big show at the same time.

Everyone in the audience was also dumbfounded. No one doubts that Mu Hanyan and Nan Ao Tianqi will meet Liangcai every opponent, and there will be a grand battle, and even will be a classic memory they will remember for a lifetime.

Unexpectedly, Nan Aotian actually took the sword and said that he wanted Wendou. If you give him a folding fan and shave off his beard, he really looks like a handsome young man.

But, look at your bulging muscles, look at the stubble on your face, you are actually quite literate, are you worthy of your mighty 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 firmly.

"There is one thing we can discuss?" Nan Aotian said.

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

"You can do it, but don't slap your face, especially not to move my beard." Nan Aotian said.

As soon as this remark came out, the chin was shocked again. Wendou is Wendou. They want to see how this unshaven guy wants to fight. Seeing Mu Hanyan firmly opposes it, and Nan Aotian puts forward a discussion, they are even more curious. What does this guy want to discuss? Home and country events.

Unexpectedly, he actually made such a request.

Beard, is beard so important? Is it more important than a new student than a master to tactic?

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

"It's very important. I have accumulated this for so many years. You have to do it, but you must never move my beard." Nan Aotian said almost paranoidly.

"Then I might as well just admit defeat." Mu Hanyan said grimly.

"That's best." Nan Aotian was overjoyed upon hearing this.

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

"Hey, are you still competing?" The instructor couldn't stand it.

"Forget it, don't compare, I just give up." Nan Aotian said simply.

"What, admit defeat?!" The tutor was dumbfounded.

Longyan College's previous freshmen competition is not only about being famous and making a lot of people, but also related to generous rewards. At the same time, the courage and perseverance of the strong in the confrontation also represents their dignity as kendo practitioners, and more representative With the dignity of the family and mentor behind them, since ancient times, few people have directly conceded.

When Nan Aotian talked nonsense, he was not even literary fighting, so he surrendered directly, which of course was beyond 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 a terrifying battle when I start it.

It's all about winning or losing, but if she accidentally hurts my beard, you say, is it worth it, is it worth it? "Nan Aotian looked at the instructor and said confidently.

Beard, beard again! The instructor was a little crazy, and couldn't help repeating Mu Hanyan's question, and roared: "Beard is so important to you?!"

"Why doesn't it matter? Forget it, people like you never understand that they are treated as girls since they were young, and when they grow up, they are treated as little white faces. You don’t know the sadness that a rabbit sees. It's so important to me. Forget it, don't say it, you don't understand it, I give up." Nan Aotian looked sad, and finally gave up.

After that, he waved his sleeves and floated away without taking away a cloud, leaving only his chin and eyes.

Beard, or beard! Nan Aotian's words seemed to ring in his ears, and everyone was in a mess.

"My lord, this should be considered a win for me." Mu Hanyan woke up like a mentor in a big dream and said.

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

There was no cheering, no applause, everyone looked at the tall figure of Nan Aotian going away, in a daze.

"Hahahaha, I won, I won, I will pay soon." Finally, someone cheered excitedly, but obviously, it was not because of the tension and danger, the ups and downs of this competition.

"Nan Aotian, you bastard, this is a big match for new students, why are you so surrendered like this." As Ling Baobao cheered, someone finally couldn't help but curse.

"Beard, you know your beard, you will die if you use two tricks!" Someone yelled in tears.

Obviously, they were the hapless ones who were accidentally picked up by Ling Baobao.

(My dears, on the last day of this month, Hanyan’s daughter was exposed, hahaha, I don’t need to eat the keyboard. Ask for a monthly pass~~ 嗷嗷)