Upon hearing this, Lin Yuhao's mind went blank, and he almost made a mistake in his footwork. Lin's mother, who had heard everything clearly in the private room, immediately narrowed her eyes. Years ago, she had taken away the Qing family's martial arts techniques and passed them on to Lin Yuhao, but Lin Yuhao had made some modifications to them. She never expected that Qing Yun could see through them.
"What? Is what Qingyun said true?" Another discussion broke out in the audience. "Wasn't the 'Amazing Step' created by Mr. Lin?"
"Qingyun must be talking nonsense. This 'Amazing Step' is something we've watched Mr. Lin gradually evolve in match after match!"
"As for your family, it's just a second-rate aristocratic family. What good martial arts skills do you have?"
"Watch closely, this is the Qing family's Flying Snow Step, not your attention-grabbing 'Surprising Step'." Qing Yun said coldly, her figure suddenly becoming ethereal, silently following behind Lin Yuhao like snowflakes falling in the night sky.
Lin Yuhao's pupils shrank, his heart filled with disbelief. It was true that his Jinghong Step came from the Qing family's Flying Snow Step. The Flying Snow Step was the essence of the Qing family's martial arts. Qing Haolin couldn't even achieve the minor Chengdu step back then. How did Qing Yun, this good-for-nothing, manage to do it?
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!"
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