"I heard that Brother Han Yan is extremely talented. Not only does he have profound cultivation, but he is also proficient in sword-making. That's why I came here specifically to see him," Mu Chengyang said sarcastically.
"Now that you've seen it, you can leave." Mu Hanyan said coldly.
"Brother Hanyan, why are you so anxious? Are you worried that I might steal your skills and fail to learn from you?" Mu Chengyang chuckled and looked at the long piece of metal in Zirong's hand that could barely be considered a sword. He said in feigned surprise, "What a nice sword! What a nice sword! This is the first time I've seen such a uniquely shaped long sword in my life. Brother Hanyan is truly gifted. I'm afraid only you can forge such a peerless sword, hahahaha."
"You're right. Only I can forge such a sword." Mu Hanyan could not fail to hear the sarcasm in his words, but she did not get angry and said calmly.
This is indeed the case. Although this sword is a bit of a failure overall, with the strength of a sword master, he can seal his cultivation into an ordinary long sword. This is something that only Miss Mu can do, and it is enough to be proud of.
Mu Chengyang had expected Mu Hanyan to blush with shame and anger at his sarcasm, but she didn't even bat an eyelid. Instead of feeling embarrassed, there was even a hint of smugness in her eyes. It felt like punching a piece of cotton wool after holding back energy for ages. He felt empty and uncomfortable.
What kind of person is this? How can he be so shameless? Or maybe it's not that he's shameless, but that he's so used to being complimented that he can't tell the difference between good and bad words?
"What a pity. It's so ugly. I'm afraid only Brother Han Yan can carry it out. If I were to carry such a sword out, people who don't know would think that our Mu family has fallen on hard times and is too poor to even afford a decent sword." Mu Chengyang's previous words were quite sarcastic, but now he was openly making fun of him.
"You're overthinking it. There's only one sword. Even if you want it, it's gone. Besides, this sword is too powerful. Not everyone is qualified to wield it. You'd better stop dreaming. Go back, take a shower, and go to bed early." Mu Hanyan said rudely.
"Mu Hanyan, are you humiliating me?" Mu Chengyang was furious.
Mu Hanyan had already given the sword to Zirong, but then said that he, Mu Chengyang, was not qualified to wear it. Doesn't that mean that he is not even as good as a servant?
"I'm not humiliating you. I just said that this sword is too powerful and I'm afraid you can't control it." Mu Hanyan shook her head.
"Hahahaha, this broken sword is so powerful. Mu Hanyan, have you smoked too much these days and your brain is damaged? How can you say such big words?" Mu Chengyang laughed out loud.
Behind him, passers-by also shook their heads secretly. It was obvious that the sword was made with extremely low quality. Putting aside the quality, its appearance was so crooked and ugly that it was frightening. It was also too powerful. Mu Hanyan's bragging was a bit too outrageous.
"If you don't believe me, why don't you try it?" Mu Hanyan snorted coldly. She felt too lazy to say anything. It would be better to trick him directly and let the facts speak for themselves.
But unfortunately, Mu Chengyang was not willing to be fooled easily this time.
"Mu Hanyan, don't think I don't know what you are planning. It's enough for me to be tricked by you once. You want to trick me a second time? Do you think I'm a fool?" Mu Chengyang rolled his eyes and said contemptuously.
Oh, huh? This little bastard has learned his lesson? Mu Hanyan was a little surprised.
Mu Hanyan tried to use the soul contract technique, and a gleam of light flashed quietly in her eyes. An invisible light and shadow rune was projected into Mu Chengyang's eyes, but Mu Chengyang was only slightly stunned, and his eyes immediately became clear again, feeling that he was just slightly distracted.
"His strength is similar to yours, and he also practices the Tianxin technique. Your move will not be of much use to him." Just as he was wondering, the voice of Xinghuan Qianji came in his mind.
Mu Hanyan suddenly came to her senses. The effect of the Soul Contract Technique was closely related to the realm of cultivation. The reason why it worked immediately on Mo Yanhong last time was, on the one hand, because that guy was impulsive and brainless, and on the other hand, because the gap in strength between the two was too big. Although the ninth-level swordsman and the first-level swordsman sounded like there was only a three-level gap, the promotion to swordsman would cause a qualitative change in both energy and mental strength, which could be described as a world of difference.
Mu Chengyang's strength was originally similar to hers, and they practiced the same Tianxin technique. It was certainly not easy to use the soul contract technique to influence his mood.
Since it didn't work, Mu Hanyan didn't bother trying anymore. This soul contract technique was too mentally demanding and energy-consuming to perform. Using it two or three times was enough to exhaust her. Mu Hanyan didn't bother talking to Mu Chengyang anymore. She waved her hand away like a fly and said rudely, "Okay, you can get out. We need to eat. You haven't done your share, and no one will give you food even if you stay here."
Mu Chengyang was furious when he heard this and was about to retort when Mu Hanyan's number one lackey Zirong spoke at this moment.
"Young Master, why do you care about him? How can such a frog in the well understand your sword-making skills?" At this time, Zirong looked at Mu Chengyang with contempt and said.
"What did you say?" Mu Chengyang shouted angrily.
It would have been fine if Mu Hanyan had just ridiculed him a few times, but he could not tolerate the fact that even a servant dared to mock him.
"This sword is called Tianwai Feixian. It was forged by my young master after visiting famous masters all over the world and combining the strengths of all of them. It can cut hair with a blow, slash iron with mud, split stars and cut the moon, and create the world. It can be called a peerless divine weapon. It's a pity that you can't even see the beauty of it. What kind of person are you if not a frog in the well?" Zirong was not afraid at all. Her eyes were full of fanatical admiration when she looked at Mu Hanyan.
He could cut hair with a blow, slash iron like mud, split stars and moon, and create the sky and earth. Even Mu Hanyan was ashamed of his boasting.
"You're still splitting stars and moons and creating the world. Mu Hanyan, have your servants also been brainwashed?" Seeing the fanatical admiration in Zirong's eyes, Mu Chengyang suddenly found that he was not angry at all, and just felt indescribably funny.
"If you don't believe it, just try it and you'll know." Zirong said disapprovingly.
Seeing Zirong's provocative look, Mu Chengyang almost agreed in a fit of rage, but when the words were on the tip of his tongue, he stopped abruptly.
He is not a fool. How could he not hear that Mu Hanyan and Zirong were in unison and clearly wanted to provoke him to take action? But what happened a few days ago was still fresh in his mind, and he suffered a great loss. How could he fight with Mu Hanyan again?
Don't be fooled by this guy's innocent smile; he's actually a ruthless scumbag. Thinking of the day when Mu Hanyan was spitting blood and looking like he was about to die, but as soon as the Third Elder personally fined him half a year's salary, he immediately revived with full health and full of energy, Mu Chengyang gritted his teeth in hatred.
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