Dongfang Yan twisted his wrist, placing his sword horizontally beside him.
He said, "I recognize your sword. It's the Wujian Sword, which was my ancestor's sword. It was lost hundreds of years ago. I never expected to see it here!"
Dongfang Yan frowned and said firmly, "I will definitely take back the Sword of No Return today!"
An ancestral sword?
After hearing Dongfang Yan's words, Han Qingxiu transmitted her voice to Wu Er on her shoulder, "Master, is this Wujian Sword his ancestor's?"
Wu Er replied, "Don't listen to his nonsense. I nurtured this sword myself. That Dongfang Yan was just after your magic weapon, so he held back. It would be better to kill someone like that."
After saying all this, Wu Er thought to himself: This is too much of a wish-fulfillment story. It's like the protagonist just gets any good magic weapon.
With Wu Er's help, Han Qingxiu went all out.
It's necessary to teach someone like Dongfang Yan a lesson.
After all, people like that are truly disgusting!
"Phew~"
Han Qingxiu took a breath, and then swung her sword.
A sword aura appeared out of thin air and slashed vertically towards Dongfang Yan.
Dongfang Yan was also quick-witted, and dodged to the side, causing the sword energy to miss its target.
The sword energy missed the person, but it struck the ground.
With a loud "boom," a large sword mark appeared on the side street.
Dongfang Yan turned his head and saw the sword mark that had almost cleaved half the street vertically, and he swallowed hard.
He added, "This Boundless Sword is indeed a fine magic weapon; otherwise, how could a scoundrel like you possess such magical power!"
Hearing this, Han Qingxiu wasn't angry, but Wu Er was.
Then Wu Er transmitted his voice to Han Qingxiu: "Hey, Xiu'er, hurry up and kill him. Saying my disciple is a mixed cultivator? Doesn't that mean I, as his master, am also a mixed cultivator?"
Han Qingxiu rolled her eyes at Wu Er's words, thinking to herself: Master's temper... is really like a child's.
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