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Chapter 1054

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But under Luo Yunxiao's storm-like sword attacks, Mu Yan still has nowhere to escape.

In just ten short rounds, she already has no strength to fight back, and is knocked down to the ground.

Luo Yunxiao sheathes her sword and looks down at her, "Wait for me here tomorrow at five in the morning."

Saying that, she turns around and leaves without the slightest hesitation.

Mu Yan sits in a daze for a long time before she lets out a long sigh.

She has always been arrogant, but arrogance doesn't mean conceit and stupidity.

In the fight with Luo Yunxiao just now, she clearly felt the difference between her and Luo Yunxiao.

Even if they are both in the first stage of Inedia, even if she uses her Domain.

However, compared to this man, there is still a world of difference.

She still has a long way to go if she wants to become a true powerhouse.

"Who the hell is that guy? Why is he so annoying? "Qi Huang's indignant voice suddenly comes to her ears.

Mu Yan comes back to herself and stands up from the ground. She says with a smile: "My younger martial uncle, Luo Yunxiao."

"The most handsome man under the heavens in those stories you threw in? Bah, he's not that good looking! If this Sage could go out, he would definitely sweep the world, how could he be worse than him? "

She hears Qi Huang gnashing his teeth, his voice filled with envy and jealousy.

Mu Yan bursts into laughter, "Qi Xiaohuang, you're not jealous that younger martial uncle is better looking than you, are you?"

"Jun Mu Yan!!" Qi Huang stomps his feet in anger, "Are you blind? How could that sissy human be better looking than this Sage! "

"Good, good, good. We, Qi Huang, are the most handsome and most beautiful in the world, okay?" Mu Yan simply laughs until her stomach hurts.

She didn't expect Qi Huang to be a Tool Spirit that cares so much about appearance.

But when she first met Di Ming Jue, she didn't see this guy like to compare beauty with others!

Why does he explode when he sees Luo Yunxiao?

Is it because they're the same type?

Pfft, Qi Xiaohuang actually has the nerve to say that Luo Yunxiao is a sissy.

Wasn't he even more beautiful than Luo Yunxiao? Wasn't he more androgynous?

… …

The next day, at five in the morning.

Mu Yan arrives at the place where she suffered a crushing defeat against Luo Yunxiao yesterday.

However, the surroundings were empty, not even a shadow of a person could be seen.

Mu Yan stands there quietly, neither leaving nor looking for him.

About a quarter of an hour later, a clear and pleasant male voice rang out in the pitch black night sky. "Your willpower is pretty good."

Mu Yan smiles faintly, "If I want to learn the sword from Junior Martial Uncle, I naturally have this bit of determination."

As soon as she finished speaking, something flashed before her eyes.

An ethereal figure had already appeared in the morning mist.

The starless and moonless dawn was so dim and muddy.

However, when this white-robed man appeared, everything in the world seemed to have been cleansed.

Just looking at that figure made him feel like he was in a dream, unable to break free.

But the bottom of Muyan's eyes are clear, there's no surprise, no infatuation.

His eyes were filled with determination as he looked at the person who was slowly approaching him.

The determination to become stronger!

The corners of Luo Yunxiao's mouth curled up slightly as she looked at the girl. "I thought you didn't want to learn the sword from me?"

Mu Yan touches her nose, speaking very calmly, "That's because I was afraid that Junior Martial Uncle would retaliate against me! But now that I've discovered that you have genuine talent, even if I get retaliated against, it's worth it. "

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