"I don't know." Hearing what his grandfather said, Yuan Tianbo blushed even more with shame.
"It's because you dare to think and do more than a few of them. Even if you do stupid things, stupid things, it's better than doing nothing. Although our Yuan family has some wealth, in the Holy Court Continent, the strong are respected after all. , If one's own background is insufficient, one cannot cultivate a strong man, and one cannot attach to a strong man, one will lose one's foothold sooner or later.
Therefore, this time, it is a great opportunity for our Yuan family. Whether the Yuan family can gain a firm foothold in Black Rock City, and whether they can go further depends on whether your choice is right or wrong.
Tell me, is the future Mu Hanyan worth our betting the fate of the entire Yuan family? "The old patriarch closed his smile and asked seriously.
"It's worth it." Yuan Tianbo said without hesitation.
That night, Mu Hanyan was alone, his body was invisible like a ghost, and the strange scene of defeating Qin Li and the four of them once again emerged before his eyes. If such a person is not worthy of their Yuan family's support, who is qualified
"Okay, let's go!" The patriarch gave an order and rushed to Mu's house first.
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The cold hit the face, like a knife cutting. The sound of the wind whistled like weeping like singing.
Within a short distance of less than a hundred feet, several Mu family swordsmen who were trying to intercept fell under the chaotic swords of the opponent. Blood mist filled the air, their eyes were red, and the blood and fighting spirit of Mu Ze and others were completely ignited.
"Kill!" Amidst the roaring roar, Mu Ze and others roared in unison, and killed the black-clothed swordsmen attacking from all around them head-on.
"Om..." the sound of the sword dragon chanted, but Mu Yuying was the first to draw out the long sword.
The Great Elder waited with full attention, his eyes swept across the audience, ready to respond at any time.
Seeing the black-clothed swordsman that Mu Yuying chose as his opponent, the First Elder tightened his heartstrings even more. That was an eighth-level swordsman, and Mu Yuying's strength should be a fifth-level swordsman as far as he knew, so she could never be his opponent.
"This dead girl is still so impulsive, and she doesn't even look at other people's strength!" The Great Elder thought angrily, ready to make a move.
"Overreaching!" The black-clothed swordsman did not expect that Mu Yuying would take the initiative to meet her, with a look of contempt on her face, she slashed down with her long sword.
"Die to me!" Mu Yuying yelled, without giving in, and even slashed with a long sword.
To challenge an eighth-tier swordsman with the strength of a fifth-tier swordsman, isn't that courting death? The Great Elder flew up to block the sword for Mu Yuying.
But immediately, his eyes widened in surprise.
Mu Yuying's wrist trembled slightly, and the long sword in her hand melted into a silver light. The speed suddenly increased several times, and she even caught up with the opposite sword's edge before him.
What surprised him even more was that the long sword kept trembling, and the faint light of the sword was piled up like waves. With each layer of waves surging, Mu Yuying's energy condensed in the sword became stronger. If you change to an ordinary long sword, you may not be able to withstand the layers of superimposed strength, but the long sword in Mu Yuying's hand is a treasure house that Mu Hanyan got from the Great Elder. The power is brought into full play.
"Choke" the swords clashed with gold and iron, and the black-clothed swordsman and Mu Yuying retreated two steps each, regardless of who was superior.
The Great Elder stopped abruptly and looked at Mu Yuying in disbelief.
Seventh rank of swordsman! In less than half a year, Mu Yuying's strength went from the fifth level of swordsman to the seventh level of swordsman! And relying on the exquisite sword skills and the extraordinary quality of the long sword, his combat power has greatly increased, and he can be evenly divided with eighth-rank swordsmen.
The Great Elder's eyes were about to turn into goldfish eyes.