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- Chapter 482 Establishing Prestige
In the early morning, Wang Yuyan was practicing sword practice on the martial arts ground.
This is an open space on the east side of Yanziwu, one mile in radius, paved with green bricks, flat and clean, and usually taken care of.
There are more than a dozen shelves next to the circular square. There are all kinds of weapons and weapons on the shelves. The bright sunlight shines on them, and the cold light shines on them. It is obvious that they are all extremely sharp.
There are children of the Murong family practicing martial arts in the roundabout, and it is really lively. Some exhale loudly, some remain silent, some wave their weapons to make wind, and some are as quiet as black tortoises, with slow movements.
The martial arts they practice are also different and miscellaneous, not like a unified sect.
The Murong family has many martial arts secrets, and the martial arts taught to the disciples of the family are mostly extremely powerful but rare martial arts stunts.
" However, it is not easy to practice such a unique skill. First, one must have a pure background, then conduct a character test, daily performance, and a comprehensive evaluation to qualify.
The more this happens, the more precious these unique skills become, and the more the family members go crazy. They all strive to make progress, competing with each other, and full of vitality.
However, these stunts are not top-notch skills after all, and cannot be compared with the Murong family's star-shifting, combing fingers, etc. Moreover, no one has Murong Fu's qualifications.
At the easternmost end of the martial arts training ground, a round area was given away. There was only one person, wearing a moon-white costume, and the sword light drew lines for training.
The horses are entangled one by one, following each other up and down, perfectly round, not fast to look at, but the posture is graceful, as moving as a dance.
The sword dancer is slender and graceful, with an extremely beautiful face. She is Wang Yuyan.
As the current head of the Murong family, she was not familiar with the children of the family, so she came up with an idea not to practice in her own courtyard, but to come to the martial arts training ground.
?According to her nature, she likes to be quiet and does not like to move. She does not like to contact or make friends with strangers. She just wants to live a calm and trouble-free life.
But now that she has become the head of the Murong family, and seeing Xiao Yuesheng's high expectations, she can only do so reluctantly. Once she makes up her mind to do something, she must do it well and suppress her temper to do such a thing.
She was practicing swordplay in the field, and the disciples around her didn't dare to get too close, but they were curious and secretly glanced at her from time to time while they were practicing.
He only glanced at her furtively, but he didn't dare to look directly at her, for fear that she would find out, which made her feel extremely guilty.
Fang Xueqing ignored these glances and just focused on her swordsmanship. She easily immersed herself in it, feeling at ease, peaceful and happy.
Xiao Yuesheng¡¯s finger taught her a set of sword techniques, with nine moves in total. The moves were simple and looked very easy to practice. However, when she actually practiced, she realized that the simpler the sword technique, the more difficult it was to practice.
Now, she has a good foundation in martial arts, and she has followed Xiao Yuesheng. She has seen a lot of martial arts, and has a very high vision. She can tell the quality of martial arts at a glance, and the subtle moves.
Only this set of swordsmanship looks ordinary, but it is extremely difficult to practice. The key lies in the mystery of the mental method, not the swordsmanship.
After practicing several times, Wang Yuyan has understood that this sword technique is not won by moves, but by internal strength, and the sword contains strange power.
Seeing her practicing the sword slowly, the disciples around her were curious at first and glanced at her secretly. Later, they turned to contempt and felt that the master's sword skills were really shallow and not worth mentioning.
?????????? Later on, I could no longer conceal this contempt, and I sighed secretly, the current head of the family is far worse than the young master back then. Beiqiao Feng and Nan Murong seemed destined to decline.
??????????? And the Murong family¡¯s way of using one¡¯s own methods and losing one¡¯s body is about to become a dead ring, and the current head of the family has no use for it!
Wang Yuyan practiced for a while, then she noticed everyone's gaze and frowned.
Although she ignored everyone's gazes, their contempt was so obvious that anyone who was not a fool could see it, which annoyed her.
She stopped and glanced at everyone.
Everyone hurriedly averted their gazes and practiced their exercises as if nothing had happened, watching everyone practice seriously.
"Murong Jun, come here!" Wang Yuyan said lightly, her jade face was as cold as a piece of cold jade, and there was a cold air within two feet around her.
"Master?" A handsome young man five feet away stopped his sword, put it back in its sheath, and saluted with his fists clasped.
He is of medium stature, handsome in appearance, and handsome, like a sword that no one dares to underestimate.
"Come here." Wang Yuyan said calmly.
Murong Jun responded and came slowly, his steps were steady, his demeanor was steady, he had an air of majesty, and he didn't look like a young man at all.
Wang Yuyan nodded lightly and said faintly??: "Among this generation of disciples, are you the most outstanding disciple?"
Murong Jun clasped his fists and said respectfully: "I don't dare to take it seriously. My martial arts skills are still far behind."
"My cousin praised you many times during his lifetime, saying that you were extremely talented and not inferior to him. It's a pity that you are not the legitimate son and cannot pass on the Murong family's supreme mentality." Wang Yuyan said lightly.
Murong Jun¡¯s face changed slightly and he remained silent.
The only direct owner of the Murong family is Murong Fu, but it is also a large family with many subordinates and servants, but only a few people are lucky enough to be given the surname Murong.
Wang Yuyan said calmly: "Come on, let me meet the top master of the Murong family!"
"Master, this disciple dare not do the following!" Murong Jun shook his head and said in a deep voice.
Wang Yuyan glanced at him with bright eyes and said in a calm voice: "I forgive you, just let it go!"
Murong Jun was still hesitant and undecided.
Wang Yuyan said calmly: "If you win, then be my personal guard!"
"Yes!" Murong Jun's eyes flashed a little brighter.
Wang Yuyan nodded slightly, staring at him like water.
"Then this disciple is committing blasphemy!" Murong Jun unsheathed his sword and slowly raised it to his chest.
"Let's take action!" Wang Yuyan nodded gently.
With a flash of cold light, Murong Jun's sword body merged into one, turning into a bit of cold light, and struck instantly.
His eyes were slightly narrowed, his inner energy was surging, and he concentrated all his skills into one sword, gathering momentum and moving forward, filled with indomitable momentum.
"Zheng" A clear and exciting voice sounded, and streaks of silver light flashed across everyone's eyes.
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