Yu Wushuang lived up to her reputation as the face of the Sword Forging Manor. Her opponent was not weak and ranked in the upper-middle level in the martial arts world. Even so, her opponent used all his skills but could not last more than a quarter of an hour in front of her.

The match ended, and Yu Wushuang emerged victorious.

Thunderous applause erupted from the audience, creating a frenzy.

"Well done! Well done!"

"Miss Yu is incredibly skilled. In just a few years, her swordsmanship has improved so much. I think she was born for this."

"Can someone help me ask the Sword Forging Manor if they accept disciples over eighteen years old? They need to be able to eat by themselves, use the toilet by themselves, and be very independent."

"To be honest, I had only heard of Yu Wushuang's reputation from other people before, and I thought it was an exaggeration. But after meeting him today, I am truly impressed."

"It was too much to watch. Miss Yu's moves were so exhilarating. If her opponent had lasted a little longer, I could have seen her a few more times."

The onlookers chattered excitedly, all praising and affirming Yu Wushuang highly. The other disciples of the Sword Forging Manor were also overjoyed, their faces beaming with happiness.

They proudly raised their chins, like a flock of spirited peacocks.

“Sister Shen, what do you think? In your opinion, what do you think of Yu Wushuang?” Liang Heng asked Shen Jiao, turning his head to look at her.

He was willing to treat illnesses and save lives, but he was truly clueless about swordsmanship. Recalling Shen Jiao's heroic act of beating up the disciples of the White Python Pavilion, he asked about it out of curiosity.

Although he couldn't fathom Shen Jiao's true strength, he subconsciously felt that she was no less powerful than Yu Wushuang.

Liang Heng asked naturally, without lowering his voice.

Those who heard this couldn't help but scoff inwardly, almost bursting out laughing.

Hasn't Doctor Liang gotten himself confused while treating patients?

Given Yu Wushuang's strength, one should ask His Majesty or senior figures in the martial arts world, such as the Qinglang Sword Saint and the leaders of the Mist Sword Pavilion, to offer their opinions. How could a mere dancer possibly have the right to point fingers?

With her thin arms and legs, Shen Jiao probably couldn't even lift a sword, so what could she possibly offer guidance on?

Should I instruct Yu Wushuang on how to dance? Or should I instruct her on how to seduce men?

It's ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous.

This was the funniest joke they'd heard all year, bar none.

Li Wanglai was unaware that Shen Jiao knew martial arts; his thoughts were essentially the same as the others.

However, he did not look down on Shen Jiao for being a dancer. Everyone shines in their own area of ​​expertise. For example, Yu Wushuang was excellent in swordsmanship, but their daughter was an outstanding dancer.

Therefore, even if Shen Jiao couldn't give the right evaluation, he would still wholeheartedly agree, because he couldn't let his daughter lose face in front of outsiders!

Li Wanglai glared at the passerby who was watching the spectacle, and the passerby glared back fiercely. The two inexplicably started arguing, neither willing to give in.

Shen Jiao finished cracking the last sunflower seed and watched with great interest. She didn't expect Liang Heng to suddenly ask her a question, and she almost spat the sunflower seed shell in his face.

She doesn't even know how many true fans Yu Wushuang has. Asking her to comment on Yu Wushuang in front of everyone is just asking for trouble.

"Amazing, very amazing, extremely amazing." Shen Jiao, with a strong survival instinct, gave a thumbs-up and praised three times in a row, "I admire you, I admire you very much, I admire you immensely."

Liang Heng: "..."

Li Wanglai smiled and said, "The young lady's words are so pleasant to hear; she can make even a few simple words sound wonderful."

Xi Su and Xining nodded, "That's right, that's right, the way girls compliment people is just different."

Upon hearing this, the contempt in everyone's eyes could not be concealed and burst forth.

What did they say? This dancer is really all looks and no substance!

I don't know how such a piece of trash dared to come to the martial arts tournament to draw a number. He's simply overestimating himself and is just asking for death.

If it weren't for the tyrant backing her up, would this dancer dare to be so arrogant?

"Senior sister, congratulations on your advancement! Although I knew the outcome, I still wanted to congratulate you!"

"Senior sister, you've improved so fast! Especially that Silver Snake Throat Lock technique, it's already reached a level of perfection. If Master knew, he would be so proud!"

As soon as Yu Wushuang left the stage, the disciples of the Sword Casting Manor immediately surrounded her, excitedly sharing their thoughts.

She had originally planned to talk to Shen Jiao, but when she looked up, Shen Jiao and her entourage had already disappeared.

"Senior Sister, are you looking for that Miss Shen?" The disciple noticed Yu Wushuang's gaze.

No wonder he guessed correctly.

The main reason is that Shen Jiao was very beautiful.

Although her reputation wasn't great, her face was exquisitely beautiful, her posture graceful, and her overall air of nobility set her apart from the common people of the world. She was like a fairy or a demon, and even in a crowded place, she could always be noticed at a glance.

Yu Wushuang didn't deny it, looking at her disciple, "Where did she go?"

The disciple replied, "I don't know. It seems he was summoned away by the Azure Sword Saint."

"Um."

Yu Wushuang nodded, sat back down, and said nothing more.

In less than a moment, she silently switched seats with a stranger who happened to be her fan. They happily carried their bags and changed seats.

From this angle, she was able to save Shen Jiao from the Southern Border Whip King in the first instance.

...

"Second Brother, Sister Yu is so amazing! Yu'er wants to learn martial arts in the future... Hmm? Second Brother? What are you looking at?"

With a specially prepared ointment from the physicians of the Sword Forging Manor, Shen Yu's face, which had been stung by bees, had almost fully recovered. She no longer wore a veil, but simply put on a simple face veil.

In order to find an opportunity to apologize to the Azure Sword Saint, she deliberately pestered Shen Qingye to sit in the Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion's seats today.

"No, it's nothing." Shen Qingye shook his head, pressed his temples, and felt that he was seeing things.

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