Qingyun's every step seemed to follow some mysterious trajectory, unexpectedly blocking Lin Yuhao's path each time. His movements were sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and he almost disappeared from the arena, causing everyone to widen their eyes and follow his figure, but they couldn't even catch a glimpse of the hem of his clothes.

Qingyun was a martial arts genius. He could master the martial arts techniques of this small world at a glance. Although the Flying Snow Step was exquisite, it was not difficult for him.

Nie Chenyuan stood in the Nie family's private room, pulled back the curtain, and looked at Qingyun openly, his eyes filled with infatuation.

"These... these two movement techniques seem to really come from the same source, and Qingyun's is obviously..." One person stopped mid-sentence, but the onlookers all knew that Qingyun's was obviously more authentic and clearly superior, full of beauty yet containing hidden killing intent, which was extremely strange.

"Good!" Suddenly, a deep, aged voice filled with admiration rang out, its powerful energy resonating throughout the entire venue.

Upon recognizing the man, Zhang Jingguo's expression immediately changed to one of surprise: "Old He!"

Ignoring the obstruction of those around him, Old He followed Gu Lang, circling around the outer edge of the arena: "Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful! Every step is like a snowflake falling, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, leaving no trace, killing without a trace like a ghost!"

"No!" His expression turned serious, then he became completely absorbed, bending over to watch Qingyun's landing trajectory without any regard for his image. However, he seemed to be struggling greatly, losing track of her several times. "This...this trajectory..."

The more Old He looked, the more alarmed he became, and he couldn't help but take a deep look at Qingyun.