Listening to the noise in his ears, Jiang He's eyes were full of confusion.

She also didn’t know why Zhao Yinshun suddenly changed his identity and became related to Uncle Jiang Sheng, and he was even the same generation as his aunt!

Doesn’t that mean I have to call him Uncle Master too?

From junior brother to senior uncle, huh? It’s a bit exciting when you think about it!

The longing in his heart disappeared in a flash, and a faint blush appeared on Jiang He's cheeks. He quickly suppressed it and became deep and steady again.

But deep down, Jiang He was vaguely aware of changes in herself. She seemed to have walked out of the prison of hatred and pain.

My heart is no longer being bitten by poisonous snakes all the time, but some indescribable thoughts will arise.

She has never felt so relaxed since knowing what happened to her family.

Although the obsession for revenge has not changed, daily life is no longer as bitter as before...

Looking up at the elegant back of the young man in flowing white clothes, Jiang He's eyes felt warm.

"I didn't expect that Junior Brother Zhao would have such profound knowledge of [Flowing Wind Sword] at such a young age. He is indeed a hero born from a young age!"

After chatting for a while along the way, Jiang Haiyan quickly understood the realm of Zhao Yinshun's swordsmanship, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder in his heart.

In Shushan, people who are known as swordsman geniuses are like crucian carp crossing the river, but no one has practiced [Liu Feng Sword] to such a level at Zhao Yinshun's age. He is only one step away from being called a [Master]!

Initially, she was disapproving of this first-level junior, but at this moment, Jiang Haiyan suppressed all contempt in her heart and officially regarded him as a person of the same class as herself, treating him as an equal.

"Speaking of which, you and Mu Qiu are really similar. You actually work hard on the basic swordsmanship of [Flowing Wind Sword]. There are very few young people who can endure your temper like you."

Jiang Haiyan's eyes wandered between the two of them, and he raised the corners of his mouth with a half-smile.

"How about you young people compete with each other? Maybe there will be surprises?"

Hearing this, before Zhao Yinshun could speak, Zhu Muqiu's eyebrows suddenly frowned.

"Uncle, my disciple has reached the third level."

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in his faint words. Although the young man was of high seniority, deep down in his heart, Zhu Muchiu did not put him on the same level as himself.

She knew from the chat between the two just now that the boy was not even 14 years old yet, and she was nearly ten years older than him, two levels higher. The two parties could almost be regarded as two generations!

The dignity of a warrior does not allow her to take action against her nephews!

"It's just a competition, not actual combat in the arena. Don't you usually compete with your junior brothers and sisters?"

Jiang Haiyan looked at this aloof junior and shook his head helplessly.

I gave you a chance but you didn’t use it...

Is it possible to compete with fellow disciples and compete with outsiders the same? What’s more, he has the rank of a master-uncle!

Zhu Muchuqiu looked at Jiang Haiyan expressionlessly, his eyes stubborn.

"Uncle, I can give some advice to Zhao...him."

Guo Yue saw the opportunity and stood up. He was stuck for a moment, but still couldn't say the word "Master-Uncle".

"you?"

Looking at the ignorant young man, Jiang Haiyan sighed in pain.

"Alas... do you know who is standing in front of you?"

As he murmured, Jiang Haiyan's expression gradually became solemn and his voice became deeper.

"The direct disciple of [Demon Master], the most powerful awakener of martial arts in history who has never been seen before or since, a peerless genius who may carve out the holy throne of martial arts in the future..."

"Just over a month ago, he slaughtered nearly a hundred [Assassins] with one person and one sword, including 2 third-level people and more than 10 second-level people. He was not injured at all..."

Looking around at the dull-eyed juniors, Jiang Haiyan shook his head and sighed.

"Uncle, I am not attacking you. There are only a few young people in Shushan who are qualified to be his opponents. Even you, senior sisters, may not be able to defeat him."

Hearing Jiang Haiyan's compliment, Zhao Yinshun smiled shyly and asked curiously in a low voice.

"How did you know about that battle? I shouldn't have told anyone else?"

Hearing this, Jiang Haiyan turned around in surprise and burst into laughter.

"[Chengying Studio] is promoting this everywhere as a joke. Now the whole Damin knows that [Assassin] is so useless that a level 1 warrior slaughtered nearly a hundred people!"

Nodding in sudden realization, Zhao Yinshun couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Likes" from friends and businessmen are the most deadly!

However, after hearing his horrific achievements, the eyes of the dozen boys and girls present gradually changed when they looked at him.

Disbelief, shock, suspicion, admiration...

Various complex emotions flickered in their hearts, and even Zhu Muchiu's breathing became rapid.

"You senior sisters may not be able to defeat him..."

Jiang Haiyan's words echoed in her mind. Zhu Muchiu didn't know if there was any excitement in them, but she couldn't accept that she was not even as good as a child!

"Uncle Zhao... could you give me some advice?"

It took a lot of effort to say the word "Master-Uncle". Zhu Muchiu felt a trace of shame in his heart and stared at Zhao Yinshun with fighting intent.

"Can."

The young man shrugged indifferently. He was originally looking for a breakthrough opportunity. It might be more suitable to compete with the younger generation of masters in Shushan than the older generation.

Seeing his careless look, Zhu Muqiu Gujing Wubo couldn't help but feel a little angry, feeling that he didn't take her to heart at all!

Soon, under the leadership of Jiang Haiyan, a group of people came to the open space and made a tacit understanding to leave a place for the two of them.

Putting on the prepared training swords, a man and a woman stood facing each other more than ten meters apart, one with a frosty face, the other with a smile on his face and a relaxed expression.

"Auntie, is Xiao Shun... really so powerful?"

On the sidelines of the competition, Jiang He approached Jiang Haiyan and asked in a low voice.

"I didn't expect that you and his students come from the same school, otherwise I would have told you these things."

Jiang Haiyan stared at the two people in the field for a moment, and whispered without looking back.

"As for what level he is at, you will be able to see it soon..."

As soon as he finished speaking, two figures not far away disappeared from the same spot, and a dazzling spark suddenly exploded in the center.

When~

The sound of metal clashing cracked rocks and penetrated the clouds, and a sharp and harsh hum oscillated back and forth in the ear canal. A numbness swept through the whole body like an electric current, making the hairs on the body stand on end.

A tentative blow was evenly matched, and the two of them took three steps back at the same time, looking at each other with a hint of surprise in their eyes.

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Under the [high-dimensional vision], an illusory mist that was almost "visible to the naked eye" floated out from the corpse and continued to escape into the void.

Instinctively, I wanted to reach out and grab them, but the ethereal mist slipped through my fingers like smoke, without any real feeling at all.

Watching them disappear, Zhao Yinshun took a deep breath helplessly and let out a long sigh.

So what the hell is that?

vitality?

Luck?

Or is it something more mysterious?

With a thought in his heart, he remembered that similar mist was released when Iris died, but before they could escape and disappear, Shrens suppressed it!

Could it be a soul?

It doesn’t quite look like it either…

Nodding his brows, throwing away all the clueless thoughts, Zhao Yinshun glanced at the tiger's muscular body and gorgeous fur, and finally showed a smile.

Level 4 tiger is a treasure!

The tiger skin is used to make mats for Master, the tiger bones are used to make wine for Dean Qin, and the tiger whip... emmm... is used to teach He Yubo to replenish the body. I can just eat the meat myself...

After arranging it clearly in minutes, Zhao Yinshun grabbed its "fateful neck" with one hand, and his arm muscles suddenly bulged.

"Walk!"

Dragging the giant thing back, the young body is like an ant dragging a heavy object several times larger than itself, giving people a strong visual impact.

It left an obvious drag mark in the mountains and forests. Zhao Yinshun finally dragged it back to the camp. Ao Baibai came up to him excitedly and kept licking his face with his flexible tongue.

"Okay, let's go play."

Patting the horse's face, Zhao Yinshun pushed it aside and put the [White Emperor] back into its scabbard.

Then he took water from the Sumeru Mustard Seed space in the [Snow Dragon Suit] to rinse the wound, and then took out the wound medicine and applied it carefully.

During the battle, adrenaline surges, and [high-dimensional vision] blocks negative emotions, so I don’t feel any pain at all.

Now that the dust has settled, the wounds all over his body are transmitting a steady stream of pain, which makes his eyebrows jump wildly in pain.

The wound was carefully bandaged with a bandage, and Zhao Yinshun put on the [Snow Dragon Suit] again. The cold chill instantly penetrated the body surface, making the burning pain at the wound dissipate a lot.
To be continued...