Although Yun Yanchu was a little surprised by Hua Rong's gesture of giving away the sword, after reacting, he was extremely happy.

Huarong's performance can be regarded as accepting the existence of the little mute in disguise.

Yun Yanchu looked at the little mute with a blank face, the corners of his lips were slightly curved, and he said with a smile: "Take it." ”

Only then did the little mute dare to really accept the sword in his hand when he got the answer, he looked at Hua Rong with a blank look, and wanted to thank him but couldn't speak.

Thinking about it, he suddenly stood up and took two steps back, and made the greatest salute to Hua Rong.

Looking at the appearance of the little mute bowing ninety degrees and holding the sword in both hands, Yun Yanchu was worried that the sword was too heavy, and the little mute fell directly forward for a while.

Hua Rong glanced at the little mute, flipped his palm lightly, and a force slowly lifted the little mute up.

"You don't need to thank me, you only have to thank her, if it weren't for Yan Chu, it would be impossible for me to give you the spiritual weapon I cast."

Hua Rong said indifferently, and when he turned his eyes to look at Yun Yanchu, there was already a bit of warmth in his calm eyes.

The little mute nodded as if he didn't understand, and planned to make a big gift to Yun Yan Chuxing.

Yun Yanchu hurriedly got up and stepped forward to support him, "No need to give a courtesy, you go and try the power of this sword first, be careful not to hurt yourself." ”

The little mute nodded, and immediately took the sword in his hand and ran to the courtyard to practice.

Yun Yanchu returned to his seat at this time.

She looked sideways at Hua Rong and said softly, "Thank you, Master." ”

The corners of Hua Rong's lips raised slightly, and he reached out and rubbed Yun Yanchu's head.

"There is no need to say thank you between you and me, he is indeed talented, if he wasn't born without spiritual roots, he might be able to make a difference."

"Perhaps the Rootless Spirit Root can also work miracles?" Yun Yan replied with something in his first words.

Hua Rong's eyebrows raised slightly, and before he could ask, Yun Yanchu had already turned around and looked in the direction of the little mute.

Looking at Yun Yanchu's side face, a dark light crossed Hua Rong's eyes.

The little mute was still a little rusty when he first took the new weapon in his hand, but after a few sets of moves, he already looked like it.

The faintly released sword qi move was swung out, and it was scattered by Yun Yanchu lightly.

Mortals who have cultivated to the extreme can also fight with true immortal cultivators, but what they have to experience during this period is very bearable.

Yun Yanchu glanced at the little mute meaningfully.

……

Chu Wanjun finally rushed back the day before the second round of competition.

One continent alone is already comparable to the scale of the merger of four continents, and the distance between the two continents from the apocalypse to the border is spanned.

Going back and forth is equivalent to running four continents.

After such a long journey, Chu Wanjun felt a little fluttering when she landed.

Fortunately, I came back in time.

After rushing without closing her eyes for half a month, Chu Wanjun fell asleep as soon as she came back.

After sleeping until the early morning of the second day, Chu Wanjun, whose biological clock was accurate, opened his eyes.

She walked out with a sluggish face, Chu Wanjun had an unchanging habit, and she had to practice guns every two or three days.

The one who got up first was her.

Basically, when she finished practicing the gun, the Qianying people walked out of the house one by one.

Rare today, when she went out, she saw a figure in the courtyard.

The little mute was wearing the moire power suit that Yun Yanchu bought for him, and he was waving the long sword in his hand quickly in the courtyard, one move and one style, which was already nine points similar to Yun Yanchu.

The little mute was engrossed in his moves, unaware that under the eaves not far away, Chu Wanjun, who was wearing a hat, was slightly lifting his hat to watch him practice his sword moves.

After the little mute finished a set of moves, Chu Wanjun stepped forward, "I didn't expect the little junior sister to teach you to practice swords." ”

Chu Wanjun saw that the little mute was so proficient in one set of movements, and knew that he had been practicing for a while.

It's just that I didn't expect that the little mute, as a mortal who couldn't cultivate, would be able to learn this sword move to be nine points similar.

It's a pity that this move has flesh and blood, but it lacks muscles and bones.

It looks really powerful, but if it is against the monk, it is a showcase, and it will definitely fail.

Startled by Chu Wanjun's voice, the little mute obviously didn't expect that the scene of his sword practice would be seen.

And he didn't even notice that anyone was looking at him from beginning to end.

Looking at Chu Wanjun, who was much taller than him, who walked in front of him, the little mute swallowed his saliva, and an inexplicable sense of tension rose in his heart.

The little mute's face was red as soon as he finished practicing the moves, and he looked like a ripe apple.

A smile crossed Chu Wanjun's eyes, and she leaned down slightly and asked, "Do you want to fight with me?" ”

The little mute immediately showed a shocked expression and looked at Chu Wanjun in disbelief.

"Kidding you."

The corners of Chu Wanjun's lips curled slightly, patted the little mute's shoulder, and then straightened up and walked to the side.

With a wave of his hand, the Cloud Breaker spear burst through the air and flew straight towards her.

As soon as Chu Wanjun grasped the Cloud Breaking Spear that flew like a meteor, and lifted it upwards with force, the Cloud Breaking Spear was firmly held in his palm.

As soon as he held the Cloud Breaking Spear, Chu Wanjun's entire person's momentum became completely different.

She exuded a fierce aura all over her body, like a sharp sword, which made people feel a strong oppression.

The little mute looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes shrunk.

Suddenly, Chu Wanjun moved, the spear in his hand stabbed out violently, and stabbed forward with the whistling wind, and the air where the spear passed was torn apart.

Chu Wanjun's speed was extremely fast, and the sound of breaking the wind brought by the Cloud Breaking Spear almost shook the surrounding space.

This power is something that the little mute doesn't have.

The little mute suddenly realized that Chu Wanjun was deliberately teaching him, and his eyes took every move of Chu Wanjun into his eyes without blinking.

Even the feeling of oppression brought by that strong force was completely recorded by him.

After a set of moves, Chu Wanjun only felt that his muscles and bones suddenly stretched out.

Turning her head, the little mute was still standing where she was, and her beautiful eyes, which were very similar to her little sister, were staring at her without blinking.

This made Chu Wanjun suddenly think of Yun Yanchu's childhood.

Putting away the Cloud Breaking Spear, Chu Wanjun stepped forward and pinched the little mute's face.

In the next second, a sound of the door opening came from not far away.

Chu Wanjun looked over and saw Yun Yanchu standing in front of the door, with a little surprise on his face.

Chu Wanjun immediately withdrew her hand, pretending to be casual, beckoning to Yun Yanchu and shouting, "Little junior sister, it's early." ”

"Senior sister morning~" Yun Yanchu walked over, greeted with a smile, and then looked at the little mute on the side.

The little mute was still immersed in the move just now, and he was even more stunned when he was pinched by Chu Wanjun.

When he looked at Shangyun Yanchu, the whole person looked dumbfounded.

Yun Yanchu couldn't hold back, reached out and pinched the little mute's face, and then touched his head again.

Finally, under the confused gaze of the little mute, Yun Yanchu commented with a serious face: "You are so cute. ”