Chapter 7 (2/2)

The oldThe boy’s sword technique was phenorade was too low The technique would boost his exarade sword disciple stood little chance in being picked by the Tang Dynasty’s elite sects A nor was placed at the back of their et into the top-tier sects, the path foras predictable, i and Master Cui chatted as they along’s footsteps but the shock and awe on his face still re It was Fang Lang!

The boy was a third-grade sword disciple when they rade

The sword technique he just used was extraordinary

The boy’s perfor’s mediocre evaluation of his son

A distance away, Jiang Linglong turned her head Her eyebroere scrunched up as she hollered, “Zhao Wuji, stop daydrea I still have to make a trip to the Jade Pavilion after this Keep up!”

“Yes!”

Uncle Zhao snapped out of his daze and picked up his pace

…

Fang Lang placed the brittle wooden sword back onto the weapons shelf The old e of the weapons shelf raised an eyebrow but did not de Lang and Liu Hao’s duel and saw the sword skill deployed by the former

“If you were equipped with a steel sword, that strike would have taken off the opponent’s arh the bone”

Theof his tobacco pipe and sv

A surprised expression crossed Fang Lang’s face, then he smiled “He’s a classmate Mercy where it’s due”

More importantly, the acadeed the daed wooden sword for a new one

The words shocked the mentor

‘Mercy where it’s due…’

He took another drag of his pipe and blew out a cloud of sraced his face as he said, “Good child That’s a good attitude to have The heart matters when it comes to cultivation”

The ainst the weapons shelf

Fang Lang gave the old mentor a nod With his neooden sword, he turned to leave for the practice grounds

The duel gave hi Liu Hao was a waste of time It did not yield him any passive rewards so he wanted to end the duel as quickly as possible He wanted to secure a clear win

The power of the Sword Draw Technique was a big surprise

Engaging in ain him special rewards

The passive ability excited Fang Lang and he was eager to train with Ni Wen Coht?

The bell sounded to signal the end of break tirounds, the students froathered

After so, the mentor ordered them to practice with their partners

The students dispersed—green robes flapped like ept leaves on the practice grounds

At one corner, Fang Lang and Ni Wen faced each other

Ni Wen held a withered wooden staff

Fang Lang gave her a gentle smile

Ni Wen’s heart rate picked up She tucked her head into her robe, too shy to face Fang Lang

‘Just practice, no talking!’

A distance away, Yang Zhengyi flipped his fringe away as he glared at Fang Lang

The boy had groings and abandoned hiyi was the 50th on the honor roll!

Was he not coh…

Ni Wen was in the top three Perhaps he did not hold a candle to her

Yang Zhengyi was saddened by the thought and he aimed to take his frustrations out on his opponent

The ave the order

Ts of students faced each other

“Thank you for the guidance”

The perfunctory greeting resounded throughout the practice area

In the next an and enthusiastic shouts broke out

Brihting stances

There were smiles all around