Chapter 940 The Lord is Not Skilled at Sedating People's Hearts 4
Ren Nianchan walked out of the crowd with her head held high. Her mother, who could become a saint, must have been exceptionally beautiful.
Ren Nianchan also inherited Ren Chengyun's genes, which gave her beauty an ethereal quality.
She performed the "Drunkenly Lying on the Begonia" routine with great flair, displaying both strength and beauty.
After sheathing her sword, the senior sister smiled and nodded, "Very good."
Then he added, "Junior Sister Mo Liansheng, come out and practice once."
Song Jinhuan was stunned for a moment, then picked up his sword and went out, bracing himself to demonstrate the moves.
The senior sister's expression turned slightly cold. "Although I knew you were mediocre, I didn't expect you to be this mediocre."
Song Jinhuan's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.
The eldest sister continued, "Did everyone see the comparison between the two junior sisters just now? Every sword strike during martial arts training must contain power. As for internal energy cultivation methods, they need to be carefully studied, especially Junior Sister Mo."
Song Jinhuan's expression hardened. "Yes, Senior Sister."
After the senior sister briefly pointed out a few problems, it was time for everyone to practice martial arts.
Sanjin: "Host, are you alright?"
Song Jinhuan gripped the sword hilt tightly. "Hmm!"
Sanjin: "The fate of cannon fodder is to become someone else's stepping stone."
Song Jinhuan frowned and said with dissatisfaction, "I actually became a bad student."
“Uh…” Sanjin continued to encourage, “So the host must strive to change the fate of cannon fodder.”
Song Jinhuan didn't want today's situation to happen again; it was too embarrassing.
"You're right, strive for excellence!"
"Even if I am truly dull-witted, as long as I keep practicing, I can always make up for my shortcomings through hard work."
Sanjin: I always feel that it's not talking about the same topic as the host.
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Song Jinhuan practiced swordsmanship in the room, but he couldn't get the technique right no matter how many times he practiced a single move.
She took a sip of water and continued practicing.
Yu Sheng slowly woke up, and the noise inside the room made him turn his head.
The woman not far away had a tense face and was making the same gesture.
Although it looks increasingly agile, it is still weak and utterly threatening.
His internal strength is too shallow, lacking a foundation.
He is of mediocre talent and rather dull-witted.
But its strength lies in its perseverance.
There's a tree branch on the ground. If you can split it with your sword energy, you've mastered the technique.
Every time Song Jinhuan swung his sword, he held onto a sliver of hope, always feeling that he could succeed next time!
So focused was he that he didn't even notice when someone crawled out from under the bed.
The dark figure silently approached her.
As Song Jinhuan concentrated for the 386th time, a force suddenly came from her wrist.
As her back stiffened, her hand was gently swung, and the branch on the ground split in two.
What powerful internal energy!
The wrist was released.
Song Jinhuan turned her head nervously and saw the man in black clothes walk to the table, pick up a steamed bun and start eating.
After taking a couple of bites, he seemed to remember her, and said in a flat voice, "The Emei Sect is truly getting worse with each generation."
The tone of simply stating the facts leaves one unsure whether to be angry or not.
If she gets angry, it makes her seem like she's making a mountain out of a molehill.
But if she doesn't get angry, it would seem like she doesn't care about the reputation of her sect.
“My senior sisters are all very talented. My master took me in out of pity. He never expected that my aptitude would be so poor.”
She thought for a moment and then said, "From now on, when you speak, just say it's about me alone, don't mention the sect."
The man glanced at her, quickly finished two steamed buns, and regained some of his strength.
However, the pain and numbness from being bitten by countless insects inside my body had not yet subsided.
He licked his lips and said in a low, hoarse voice, "According to the rules of this territory, if a man sees my body, I will kill him; if a woman sees my body, I will marry her."
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