"Is that the legendary wind-controlling technique? It's truly magical! They don't seem to be much older than us, yet they've learned this amazing technique!" At the Nanmu Auction House, Mu Nan said enviously as he watched the disciples of Wenren Qingqiu leave.
"Nonsense, do you think that Anyun's title as the best in Longyan College is just a boast? Without some strength, how could he have such a reputation?" Qu Shanling was regretting that he could not drink and chat with Wenren Qingqiu to raise his own status, and said unhappily after hearing his words.
"Actually, you overestimate them. Only Senior Wenren uses the wind control technique, but the other disciples don't. Some of them rely on Senior Wenren's help to float in the air, and for others, I guess they rely more on some alchemical artifacts. Anyway, their own strength is not enough." Mu Hanyan said.
She also had some understanding of the Wind Control Technique. Generally speaking, one could practice the Wind Control Technique after reaching the Sword Master level, but the effects of the technique varied depending on the strength of the practitioner.
Lower-level swordsmen can only take off into the air and glide over the ground, while higher-level ones can barely stay in the air for a while. If they have advanced alchemical tools, they can maintain this position for a longer time.
In her previous life, she had practiced the art of flying, but without the aid of higher-level alchemical artifacts, it wasn't very effective. She could have practiced it more thoroughly after reaching the Saint level, but unfortunately... she died right after the promotion, never achieving success.
To be honest, she had only seen two people who could truly use the wind control technique to fly in the air. One was Wenren Qingqiu, and the other was Ye Lanxuan.
Wenren Qingqiu aside, it's no surprise that Longyan Academy's Saint Dragon instructor possesses such strength. But what about Ye Lanxuan? What's his identity, and why does he possess such formidable strength at such a young age?
Thinking of this, Mu Hanyan's eyes once again flashed back to that beautiful and mysterious face. As she thought about it carefully, she felt a sense of déjà vu. No, it couldn't be. She was certain she had never seen Ye Lanxun before. But she didn't understand what this subtle feeling in her heart was all about.
"Brother Hanyan, how did you know?" Mu Nan's words interrupted Mu Hanyan's thoughts and brought her back to reality from that extremely unreal illusion.
"Go back to the library and read a few books, and you'll know." Mu Hanyan glared at him and said.
"Oh." Mu Nan responded, not taking it too seriously. In fact, he just asked casually, not intending to dig deep into the matter. There were too many mysterious auras surrounding Brother Han Yan, and if he really wanted to dig deep, could he get to the bottom of it?
"By the way, quickly publicize the contract signed with Longyan College. Soon, Nanmu Auction House will become famous in Anyun Country. Moreover, with this amulet, I guess few people will dare to harm Nanmu Auction House." Mu Hanyan continued.
"Okay, okay." Mu Nan nodded repeatedly, his face also full of joy. "They say that when beating a dog, you have to look at the owner first. With the golden signboard of Longyan College, I don't think anyone would dare to touch us."
"Your metaphor doesn't seem quite right," Mu Hanyan laughed. Mu Nan was too happy and carried away. Was there anyone who described himself like that?
"Well, it's not quite appropriate. It should be called "using the tiger's skin and flying a big banner to bully others." Mu Nan laughed foolishly.
"Well, actually, I think it's pretty easy to understand that beating a dog depends on its owner." Mu Hanyan was defeated. Why couldn't Mu Nan think of anything nice to say?
"Hehe." Mu Nan scratched the back of his head and smiled embarrassedly.
"By the way, the matter of Senior Qu should also be publicized." Mu Hanyan added.
"What's the matter?" Mu Nan asked puzzledly.
"You're stupid. It's about Senior Qu joining the Nanmu Auction House and working for the auction house for free for ten years." Mu Hanyan explained.
"Ah..." The old charlatan Qu, who was feeling lost and sad, was a little slow to react and stared blankly with his mouth open.
Then I realized that I wanted to cry but couldn't, and sadness flooded like a river.
It’s over!
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