However, Mo Li's unwavering gaze did not linger on Gu Chengyan for even a moment; at this moment, Gu Chengyan was the only person in his eyes.
Success or failure rests entirely on his shoulders. If he wins, this battle will be won!
Even if he loses, he still has Wang Qiankun and Hua Mulan behind him—
Therefore, he is not afraid of losing!
He only needs to lose in a worthwhile way, that's enough!
Gu Yan's eyes flickered slightly as he looked at Mo Li without saying a word.
Seeing that Gu Yan did not agree, Mo Li gritted his teeth and continued, "Master, since I can remember, you have never taught me any offensive spells. Today, I dare to use the moves I learned from Uncle Gu Li to test my skills against you!"
Upon hearing this, Gu Yan suddenly burst into laughter. "Hahaha, interesting! Very interesting! In that case, I'd like to see what kind of attack techniques that old bastard Gu Li taught you, that you dare to challenge me so arrogantly!"
Upon hearing this, Mo Li bowed respectfully and said, "Master, please enlighten me!"
Gu Yan snorted coldly, flicked his fingers, and in an instant, countless seemingly invisible cloud needles surrounded his body.
Seeing this, Mo Li gripped the jade flute tightly with his left hand, but instead extended his right hand to hold one end of the flute. Immediately afterward, a purple light enveloped the jade flute, flashing with a dazzling sharpness...
"I never expected that your natal weapon had been hidden here all along!" Gu Yan was somewhat surprised, but also a little relieved. "If you had been hiding it to ambush me, I would have had an opportunity to take advantage of you."
“Master is right, but… Master, I don’t want to rely on sneak attacks!” Mo Li said firmly.
Gu Yan narrowed his eyes slightly and snorted coldly with some displeasure, "My dear disciple, you are becoming less and less likable these days. Your confidence is bordering on blind arrogance!"
Mo Li offered no explanation, and with a flick of his hand, the jade flute split in two, one half becoming a sword and the other a sheath.
Immediately afterwards, Mo Li took out a mask that he hadn't worn in a long time and put it on his face. Holding a sheath in his left hand and a sword in his right, dressed in spotless white, he stood proudly in front of Gu Yan, who was wearing a gray robe.
The wind ruffled their long, silver hair, and then a voice rang out in unison throughout the entire mountain stronghold—
Please enlighten me!
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