The so-called "art of the gun" emphasizes the balance of strength and flexibility, using hardness to overcome softness.
Very few people in this world are skilled with guns, and those who can reach this level are extremely rare.
Therefore, the identity of the person in front of you is obvious.
Xu Xiwang's lips twitched as he looked down from his black robe. He was still too handsome; even disguised like this, he could still be discovered.
It was only because his spear was so stunning that Han Tiandao wouldn't have recognized him.
"Bah, nonsense! How could I possibly be Xu Xiwang, that handsome, dashing, charming, and irresistible man? I'm just a nobody."
Xu Xiwang shook his head, his expression righteous and indignant.
Pfft!
Han Yijian, who was standing to the side, almost burst out laughing. He looked at Xu Xiwang with a strange expression.
"You're lying through your teeth, not even a ghost would believe you."
"The ghost just abandoned me and ran away; she can't hear me."
Xu Xiwang curled his lip, his face full of disdain.
Upon hearing these words, Han Yijian's face stiffened, and several black lines appeared on his forehead as he cursed inwardly.
Damn it, this guy is even more shameless than me!
Han Yijian thought to himself, then his face returned to its usual indifference.
"Xu Xiwang, I've heard your name before, and I have quite a few memories related to you."
Han Yijian stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at Xu Xiwang with an air of supreme authority.
"oh?"
Upon hearing this, Xu Xiwang's heart stirred, and he asked with great interest.
"Is that so? Although I am not Xu Xiwang... since you have heard of it, I would like to know what you, the spirit of the Han family's ancestor, felt after hearing Xu Xiwang's story?"
Xu Xiwang stared intently at Han Yijian, his gaze burning.
"A simp's comeback?"
Han Yijian chuckled.
Who are you calling a simp?
Xu Xiwang's expression changed.
"Hehe, don't worry about the details. Go on, tell me how you managed to turn your life around. I'm really curious!" Han Yijian said with a teasing look.
Xu Xiwang's face turned black. Damn it, who's the simp?
You're the one who's a simp! Your whole family are simps!
Your whole family is sucking up to me!
"Hmph, who do you think you are? Xu Xiwang is the eldest young master of the Xu family. He is destined to be a person of high status. How could he be as servile and spineless as you?"
Xu Xiwang said angrily, in a tone that sounded like he was lecturing a junior, which made Han Yijian's eyebrows twitch and he felt very unhappy.
"Is that so? But why do I feel that this young master of the Xu family is timid and hesitant, afraid to show his true face? He's acting like a guilty conscience."
"Heh! I don't know what you're talking about!"
Xu Xiwang sneered, a shadow passing deep in his eyes.
He naturally couldn't admit to Xu Xiwang's identity. No matter how they speculated, as long as Xu Xiwang didn't admit it, there wouldn't be a big problem.
However, admitting it would only provoke a conflict between the Xu and Han families.
He then said coldly, "Enough with the nonsense. Even if your brother, the patriarch of the Han family, were here today, I would still expel you from Han Yijian's body!"
As he spoke, the silver spear in his hand trembled, and a powerful aura surged from his body.
call out!
"Stubborn to the end, they insist on forcing me."
Han Yijian shook his head and said in a deep voice, "In my name, the sword comes!"
Suddenly, a dazzling, cold light burst forth from the forbidden ancestral land of the Han family, illuminating the sky.
"Um?"
Xu Xiwang was taken aback; he had keenly sensed something.
Buzzing...!
Nine pure white divine swords appeared, hovering in mid-air, each sword shrouded in a layer of frost, causing the surrounding temperature to plummet.
"It is the sacred sword that guards the Han family!"
In the distance, everyone in the Han family was stunned, stopped what they were doing, and stared blankly at the scene.
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