"Okay." Jiang Yuzhe nodded.
If it was Mu Hanyan who made the move, he might still hesitate a bit. After all, the strength of this dude is much stronger than he knows. If he lost, could he really be Mu Hanyan's dog's leg
But it was Huayue who was fighting, so he didn't worry at all. The gap in strength was there. It was as difficult as reaching the sky for a fifth-level swordsman to beat a sixth-level swordsman. At the same time, he was stronger than the fifth-level swordsman in general, and Jiang Yuzhe was not an ordinary sixth-level swordsman, but he was also stronger than the sixth-level swordsman in general.
Anyway, he wasn't worried at all.
Moreover, because the strength gap between the two sides is clearly there, he still can't refuse Mu Hanyan's proposal. The majestic Jiang family son, a master of the sixth-level swordsman, dare not fight against a fifth-level swordsman. Rumor has it that he still has no face to face.
Everything was within Mu Hanyan's calculations.
The crowd of onlookers automatically separated to the surroundings, leaving a large open space.
A team of guards from the City Lord's Mansion heard the news and hurried over, but saw that Jiang Yuzhe had made a pact with others for a fair fight, but guarded the surroundings without saying a word.
In the Holy Court Continent, the status of swordsmen is very noble, and the fair war agreement between swordsmen is also very sacred. No one can interfere, even the king of a country is no exception, let alone them.
Jiang Yuzhe came to the middle of the open space, put his hand on the hilt of his sword, and looked contemptuously at Huayue standing beside Mu Hanyan.
Huayue's expression was solemn, imperceptibly, there was a bit of sadness in Yishuihan's strong man gone and never returning.
"Don't be so nervous, it's fine." Mu Hanyan said with a smile.
In fact, Huayue didn't feel so tragic in the first place, but when she heard Mu Hanyan's words, she felt really tragic: My eldest son, you are not the one who is fighting, of course you are fine and not nervous, my strength is one level lower than others Well, can it not be tragic
The higher the strength, the greater the gap between different realms. It is by no means as simple and easy as fighting against the sixth rank with the fifth rank!
Student Huayue suddenly felt a bit of backache. Others don't have backache while standing and talking, so he had to suffer from backache...
"You just have to bear it and drag him to death." Mu Hanyan added.
Huayue not only suffers from a backache now, but also a bit of a toothache: "Hold on, do you really think I'm a Xiaoqiang who can't be beaten to death?" Deadly procrastination is called deadly procrastination if it sounds good, and death is procrastination if it doesn't sound good.
"Drag until he makes a killer move, half an inch below the heart vein, and the flaw will kill!" Just when Huayue was suffering from back pain and toothache, Mu Hanyan's extremely low and solemn voice suddenly came from his ears. Admonishment, although it is not as good as the sound transmission of the great swordsman's energy gathering, it is also highly concentrated, and others cannot hear it unless they listen carefully.
Huayue's eyes froze, and she looked at Mu Hanyan, only seeing the determination in Mu Hanyan's eyes, and her tense nerves relaxed immediately.
Obviously, Mu Hanyan didn't ask him to go all out, let alone send him to his death, but had a countermeasure. Although he didn't understand how he knew about Jiang Yuzhe's flawed lore, Huayue still chose to trust him.
Even Huayue herself didn't realize that this kind of trust was helpless at first, because of her different identities, it was impossible not to trust her. But now, it seems to have gradually become a habit.
"I didn't do it myself, will you blame me?" Mu Hanyan came to Mu Yuying's side and asked lightly.