Although it is very clear that this is just a competition, under the power of the invisible sword, everyone feels as if they are facing a big enemy, as if it is none other than themselves facing Mu Hanyan.
"It turns out that your sword is actually a divine weapon!" Nan Aotian was slightly startled, and drew out the long sword at an extremely slow speed. Only half an inch of sword light flickered, and then came the sound of dragon chant, releasing bursts of domineering and mighty meaning .
The sword in his hand, even if it wasn't a divine weapon, probably wouldn't be much different. Not only did he hide his strength before, but he even hid his sword. Only then did everyone realize that the sword he used today was completely different from last night.
Time seemed to be frozen at this moment, and everyone's hearts couldn't help beating faster, as if they were about to burst out.
"It seems that Mu Hanyan has met an opponent this time, and I don't know if I will have a chance to fight him." Jiang Qiling looked at this scene, and she didn't know whether she was gloating or regretful.
"At first, I wanted to fight again, to justify my name by stepping on Mu Hanyan's feet, but now it seems that I may not have this chance." Yue Fanchen shook his head and sighed.
Although the sky was clear, everyone felt so dull, as if the clouds were overwhelming, making people breathless.
"Actually, I know your most fatal weakness." Mu Hanyan smiled slightly.
"What?" Nan Aotian was startled suddenly.
I just felt that Mu Hanyan's eyes were fixed on a certain place on his body, as sharp as a blade.
No, impossible, how could he know. Nan Aotian was inexplicably flustered.
"Nine days, star falls!" Finally, Mu Hanyan slashed out with a sword. And her gaze is still fixed on a certain place 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 move, when he heard his shout, he stopped the sword force abruptly, and looked at Nan Aotian with a smile on his face.
"Why don't we change the comparison?" Nan Aotian said.
"How?" Mu Hanyan asked.
"They are all descendants of aristocratic families. It would be degrading to fight and kill. It would be a good idea for us to have a literary battle and sit and talk about heroes." Nan Aotian put his sword back into its sheath with a choking sound, and shook his robe Sleeves, showing the aristocratic atmosphere of a child of a family, said to Mu Hanyan.
"Pfft!" Jiang Qiling and Yue Fanchen, who were leisurely drinking tea and preparing to watch a big show, spat out at the same time.
Everyone in the audience was dumbfounded. No one doubts that Mu Hanyan and Nan Aotian will meet Liangcai when they meet each other, and there will be a great battle, and even, it will be a classic memory that they will keep in their lives.
Unexpectedly, Nan Aotian actually withdrew his sword and said that he wanted Wendou. If you give him a folding fan and shave off his beard, he will really look like a handsome young man.
But, look at your bulging muscles, look at the stubble on your face, you are still fighting, is it 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.
"Then 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 me in the face, especially don't move my beard." Nan Aotian said.
As soon as these words came out, Tai Chuan's jaw dropped again in shock. Let’s take Wendou as Wendou. They want to see what this unshaven guy wants to do. Seeing that Mu Hanyan firmly opposes it, and Nan Aotian proposes to discuss it, they are even more curious about what this guy wants to discuss. Family and country affairs.
Who knew that he actually made such a request.
Beard, is it that important? Is it more important than freshmen vs masters
"Is a beard important?" Mu Hanyan asked with a suppressed smile.
"It's very important. I've been growing it for so many years, and finally it's like this. You can do it if you want, but you must not touch my beard." Nan Aotian said almost paranoid.
"Then I might as well just admit defeat." Mu Hanyan said angrily.
"That's the best." Nan Aotian was overjoyed when he heard that.
"Shameless! It's too shameless." Not only the audience in the audience yelled, but even Mu Hanyan had the urge to do so.
"Hey, are you guys still comparable?" The instructor couldn't stand it any longer.
"Forget it, let's not compare, I just admit defeat." Nan Aotian said flatly.
"What, admit defeat?!" The mentor was dumbfounded.
The previous freshman competitions of Longyan College are not only about fame and fortune, but also related to generous rewards. At the same time, the courage and perseverance in the confrontation between the strong also represents their dignity as swordsmanship practitioners, and more importantly With the dignity of the family and mentor behind them, so from ancient times to the present, few people directly admit defeat.
After Nan Aotian talked nonsense, he didn't even fight Wendou, so he just surrendered directly, of course it was beyond everyone's expectation.
"What can I do if I don't admit defeat, my domineering sword can't suppress her sword power at all, and it will definitely be an earth-shattering hard fight.
It's all about winning or losing, but if she accidentally hurt my beard, tell me, is it worth it, is it worth it? "Nan Aotian looked at the mentor and said confidently.
Beard, beard again! The instructor was a little crazy, couldn't help repeating Mu Hanyan's question, and roared: "Is a beard so important to you?!"
"Why is it not important? Forget it, people like you will never understand the sadness of being treated as a girl by everyone since you were a child, and being treated as a fool and a rabbit when you grow up. You don't know, Hu Zi How important it is to me. Forget it, you don’t understand even if you say it, I admit defeat.” Nan Aotian looked sad, and at the end he simply surrendered.
Then, with a wave of his sleeves, he floated away without taking away a cloud, leaving only his chin and eyeballs all over the place.
Beard, beard! Nan Aotian's words seemed to be still ringing in his ears, and everyone was in a mess.
"My lord, this should be considered my victory." Mu Hanyan said after waking up Ru Dameng's mentor.
"Mu Hanyan, win!" The instructor announced the result with a wry smile.
There was no cheering, no applause, everyone was staring at Nan Aotian's tall figure going away, in a daze.
"Hahahaha, I won, I won, pay the money and pay the money." Finally, someone cheered excitedly, but obviously, they were not excited because of how tense and dangerous the competition was, and how ups and downs it was.
"Nan Aotian, you bastard, this is a competition for freshmen, you just admit defeat like this." While Ling Baobao was cheering, someone finally couldn't help but yelled.
"Huzi, you know your beard, you will die if you make two moves!" Someone also cursed in a crying voice.
Obviously, they were the unlucky ones who were accidentally picked up by Ling Baobao and took away the big ticket and silver taels.
(Dear ones, on the last day of this month, Han Yan’s daughter was revealed, hahaha, I don’t need to eat the keyboard anymore. Please ask for a monthly pass~~ ouch)