Chapter 1187 1188 Shame?

Although it was clear that this was just a competition, under the power of the invisible divine sword, everyone felt as if they were facing a great enemy, as if it was not others but themselves who were facing Mu Hanyan.

"It turns out that your sword is actually a divine weapon!" Nan Aotian was slightly startled, and drew out his long sword at a very slow speed, but only half an inch of sword light flickered, and then came the sound of dragon roar, releasing bursts of domineering and mighty meaning. .

The sword in his hand, even if it is not a divine weapon, must not be much worse. Not only did he hide his strength before, but he also hid his sword. Only then did everyone see that the sword he used today was completely different from last night.

Time seems to be stagnant at this moment, and everyone's hearts are beating faster involuntarily, as if they are about to burst out.

"It seems that Mu Hanyan has met an opponent this time, and I don't know if I will have a chance to fight against him." Jiang Qiling looked at this scene, she didn't know whether she was gloating or regretting.

"I originally wanted to fight again, stepping on Mu Hanyan to justify my name, but now it seems that I don't have this chance." Yue Fanchen shook his head and sighed.

Although the sky was clear, everyone felt so dull, as if the dark clouds were pressing down, making people breathless.

"Actually, I know your most fatal weakness." Mu Hanyan smiled slightly.

"What?" Nan Aotian was shocked.

He only felt that Mu Hanyan's gaze was locked on somewhere on his body, as sharp as a blade.

No, impossible, how could he possibly know. Nan Aotian's heart was filled with inexplicable panic.

"Nine Heavens, Xing Luo!" Finally, Mu Hanyan slashed out with one sword. And her gaze was still locked on somewhere on Nan Aotian's body.

The smile on his face is still so confident.

"Wait!" At this moment, Nan Aotian suddenly spoke.

Mu Hanyan had just used half of this move. Hearing his shout, he abruptly stopped his sword and looked at Nan Aotian with a smile on his face.

"How about we change the method?" Nan Aotian said.

"How to compare?" Mu Hanyan asked.

"They are all descendants of aristocratic families. It would be a loss of identity to fight and kill. Why don't we just have a fight, talk about cooking wine and talk about heroes." The sleeves, showing the noble aura of a son of a noble family, said to Mu Hanyan.

"Pfft!" Jiang Qiling and Yue Fanchen, who were drinking tea leisurely and preparing to watch a big play, sprayed out at the same time.

Under the stage, everyone was stunned. No one doubts that Mu Hanyan and Nan Aotian will have a great battle when they meet their opponents, and it will be a classic memory that they will remember for the rest of their lives.

Who would have expected that Nan Aotian had actually withdrawn his sword and said that he wanted Wen Dou. If you give him a folding fan and shave off the beard on his face, he will really look like a handsome young man.

However, look at your bulging muscles and the stubble on your face, you are still fighting, is it worthy of your mighty appearance?

"Not interested." Mu Hanyan refused without hesitation.

"Do you have to do it?" Nan Aotian tilted his head and looked at Mu Hanyan.

"Nonsense." Mu Hanyan said firmly.

"Then there is one thing we should discuss?" Nan Aotian said.

"What to discuss?" Mu Hanyan asked with a smile.

"You can do it, but don't slap in the face, especially don't touch my beard." Nan Aotian said.

As soon as this statement came out, the stage was once again shocked by the chin. Wen Dou is just Wen Dou, but they want to see what this unshaven guy wants to do. Seeing that Mu Hanyan is firmly opposed to it, and Nan Aotian has proposed to discuss it again, they are even more curious, what does this guy want to discuss? family affairs.

Who knows, he actually made such a request.

Beard, is beard that important? Is it more important than a freshman to be better than a master?

"Is the beard important?" Mu Hanyan asked with a smile.

"It's very important. It took me so many years to finally grow like this. You can do it if you have to, but you must not touch my beard." Nan Aotian said almost paranoid.

"Then I might as well just admit defeat." Mu Hanyan said angrily.

"That's the best." Nan Aotian was overjoyed.

"Shameless! It's too shameless." Not only the audience in the audience yelled, but even Mu Hanyan had the urge to scold.

"Hey, do you guys still compare?" The instructor couldn't stand it any longer.

"Forget it, let's not compare, I just admit defeat." Nan Aotian said simply.

"What, admit defeat?!" The instructor was stunned.

Longyan College's previous freshmen competitions are not only as simple as making a name for themselves, but also related to rich rewards. At the same time, the courage and perseverance in the duel of the strong also represent their dignity as kendo practitioners, and more representative Because of the dignity of the family and mentor behind them, so from ancient times to the present, few people have directly admitted defeat.

Nan Aotian said nonsense, and he didn't even have to fight, so he just conceded defeat, of course, it was beyond everyone's expectations.

"What can I do if I don't admit defeat, my domineering sword can't suppress her sword power at all, and it must be an earth-shattering hard battle when I start it.

Win or lose, but if she accidentally hurts my beard, you say, is it worth it, is it worth it? "Nan Aotian looked at the mentor and said confidently.

Beard, beard again! The instructor was a little crazy, and couldn't help repeating Mu Hanyan's question, roaring, "Is the beard so important to you?!"

"Why doesn't it matter? Forget it, people like you don't understand the sadness of being treated as a girl by everyone since you were a child, and then treated as a little white face when you grow up, and you don't know the sadness of being a rabbit. How important it is to me. Forget it, if you don't understand, I admit defeat." Nan Aotian looked sad, and in the end he simply admitted defeat.

After that, he waved his sleeves and floated away without taking away a cloud, leaving only his chin and eyeballs on the ground.

Beard, still beard! Nan Aotian's words seemed to be still ringing in his ears, and everyone was in a mess.

"My lord, this should be considered my victory," Mu Hanyan said after waking up the mentor in a big dream.

"Mu Hanyan, victory!" The instructor announced the result with a wry smile.

No cheers, no applause, everyone looked at Nan Aotian's distant tall figure in a daze.

"Hahaha, I won, I won, pay the money quickly." Finally, someone cheered excitedly, but obviously, it wasn't because of how tense, dangerous, and ups and downs this competition was.

"Nan Aotian, you bastard, this is a big competition for freshmen, how dare you admit defeat like this." Just as Ling Baobao cheered, someone finally couldn't help but curse.

"Beard, you know your beard, you will die if you do two moves!" Some people scolded with tears.

Obviously, they are the unlucky ones who were accidentally picked up by Ling Baobao with a large amount of money.

(Dears, on the last day of this month, Han Yan's daughter was revealed, hahaha, I don't have to eat keyboards. Ask for a monthly ticket~~Ooh)