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Mu Renqing handed over the sword without saying a word and made a gesture of inviting him.

Seeing that his old friend looked serious, Mu Sang could only smile bitterly and shake his head.

Xin Han took the long sword and gently stroked it with his hands. In modern times, he had played with some handicrafts, but he never had such familiar feeling, as if his whole heart was thrilling, urging him to dance.

Xin Han suddenly moved, and he made a move, "White Clouds Come Out of the Mountains" and then changed to "You Feng Laiyi" and then used the Huashan Sword Technique in his hand like flowing water!

‘The Heavenly Singer Hanging Upside Down’, ‘Bai Hong Guan Ri’…… Both old guys were stunned by the sight.

It’s not that Xin Hanwu is not good, on the contrary, the two old men have never seen such a comfortable Huashan sword technique!

Some moves are the same as Mu Renqing, but some moves are fundamentally different.

In comparison, everyone in both martial arts thought that the Huashan sword technique used by this young man was more reasonable than the moves used by Mu Renqing himself before!

Both masters were shocked. How could this be possible? But at this time, both of them could not move their eyes away. They stared at Xin Han tightly, remembering every sword technique they used with their heart.

After Xin Han finished practicing, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He felt his feet were weak and his limbs were weak. He quickly poured himself a glass of water and drank it, and then sat on the spot and gasped.

Yuan Chengzhi came over and said quietly: "Senior Brother, you are so awesome. I didn't expect you to be so good at playing swords!"

Xin Han blinked and said to him: "Why do I think you are cursing?"

After Xin Han finished practicing, Mu Renqing stood up with his eyes closed, carefully imprinting what he had just seen into his mind, and verified it with what he had learned. He really felt that the Huashan sword technique practiced by this young man was really indescribable.

In comparison, the Huashan sword technique that I practiced for my whole life was really flawed everywhere, like dross.

"Nephew Xin, where did you learn this sword technique?" Mu Renqing came to his senses, opened his eyes, came to Xin Han with an excited expression, grabbed his shoulder, and asked anxiously.

"Oh, I'll go!" Xin Han only felt one of his shoulders clattering, and the pain made him scream involuntarily.

Mu Sang saw it and hurriedly said, "I said, Lao Hou, if you are exerting force, I will probably have difficulty eating in the future, not to mention practicing swords!"

Mu Renqing woke up and realized that he had lost his composure. He immediately said to Xin Han: "Don't blame me, I'm so excited. Can you tell me where this sword technique was learned?"

Xin Han rubbed his shoulders and said, "I don't know either. I just felt familiar when I saw Junior Brother Yuan practice swords last night. I also felt that Junior Brother Yuan had practiced a lot of wrong things. He pulled him out to try it out, so he did it!"

Mu Renqing and Mu Sang looked at each other, and they both felt that Xin Han's expression was not fake, but this matter was too mysterious and unbelievable.

The reason why they have such a conflicting heart is mainly because Xin Han practiced the Huashan sword technique just now, and every move is just right, and he can't even think about it without more than ten years of hard work.

Piansheng Xin Han's body looked like he had never practiced martial arts, and his muscles and bones were not even stretched out, and he didn't even have calluses to practice swords on his hands. This would make no sense.

Mu Renqing thought for a while and said, "Mr. Nephew, I have a ruthless request. Can you practice it again and let me see clearly?"

Xin Han smiled bitterly and said, "It's not that I don't want to practice. Master, look at my body, you really can't do it!"

Although a set of Huashan sword technique is nothing, the disciples who practice it must first stand and practice their strength, then stretch their muscles and bones, so that they can practice it a year later. Only then did Xin Han feel that it had exceeded his physical limit after practicing it in his heart. He was sitting there, with five fingers on his right hand and two feet, trembling unstoppable.

Mu Renqing also looked embarrassed when he saw this, but he really wanted to read it again. After thinking about it, he suddenly pressed Xin Han's dantian with his hand, and a stream of internal force passed directly over.

"My nephew, don't be afraid, I lost the internal strength of the Hunyuan Gong in your body, which is enough for you to practice this sword technique several times. Moreover, you can use my internal strength to expand your meridians, which will be of great benefit to your future practice of martial arts!"

Xin Han looked at this old man with contempt. Is there any temptation? Am I just a little bit of a bare-cheap person like you?

He told Mu Renqing righteously, saying, "Master, look at it!"

Mu Renqing practiced Hunyuan Gong all his life, and practiced this domineering martial arts with great purity. The internal force he passed into the Xinhan meridians will not only not harm its meridians, but will instead play a role in expanding its meridians when it is used.

According to his instructions, Xin Han used this pure Hunyuan skill to start practicing the Huashan sword technique again.

As Mu Renqing said, the internal force of this Hunyuan Gong swam back and forth between his arms and legs, slowly helping him expand his meridians.

With this internal force help, Xin Han became extremely relaxed and at ease when he danced his sword. A set of sword techniques showed even more power in his hands. It made Mu Renqing, Yuan Chengzhi and Mu Sang Laodao dizzy and could not extricate himself.

No one noticed that the internal force of Hunyuan Gong in Xin Han's body was not satisfied with the flow of meridians between his arms and legs, and it was gradually spreading outward along the meridians.

Gradually, a cycle formed in Xin Han's body. Every week the internal force circulated, it became stronger, and the sword in his hand became even more fierce.

Xin Han did not feel any discomfort, but instead became ecstatic. In the end, he simply indulged in this comfortable feeling and could not extricate himself. He used all the Huashan family techniques, and after changing his sword power, he actually used another unfamiliar sword technique.

Mu Sang was shocked. Could it be that he had been deceived? This Taoist child really did not succeed in martial arts. Otherwise, how would he explain this strange sword technique?

Suddenly, he saw that the old friend beside him was trembling and unable to control himself. He quickly pressed his back and passed it over with an internal force. After a while, Mu Renqing recovered and pointed at Xin Han, and said in a trembling voice: "This is the 'Yangwu Sword Technique' that has been lost for hundreds of years!"

The next moment, Xin Han's sword changed and he changed his sword skills. Mu Renqing immediately became excited: "The Deadly Three Immortals' Swords..."

After three sword moves that were as fast as rain, three more sword moves that were as heavy as mountains.

"Three Qing Peaks of Taiyue..." Mu Renqing looked at the lost skills of Huashan, which only recorded a few words in his ancestors' letters, and immediately felt that his blood was rising, and he couldn't faint directly.

Xin Han's sword dance lasted half an hour, and seven or eight sets of sword techniques were all lost in Huashan's sword skills. When he collected the sword, he felt that the heat in his throat was steaming, and he felt that he was not vomiting and he was not happy.

As soon as my mouth opened, my life-long roared out of my mouth, like a dragon roaring a tiger, and suddenly resounded throughout Mount Hua!

Mu Sang and Mu Renqing looked at each other quickly and found that the old friend's eyes were as shocked and incredible as he did!

This is clearly the case of venting yourself when you are qi-suffering, but how is this possible?

"Don't move! Let's see!" Before Mu Sang finished speaking, he and Mu Renqing had already grabbed Xin Han's arm and put their fingers on the pulse door.

After a while, both of them showed a look of seeing a ghost, Mu Sang showed a questioning look, Mu Renqing had a clear shock in his eyes, and said, "That's right, Hunyuan's achievements are achieved in a small amount... This requires at least five years of practice to reach this level, but he..."

Half an hour!

It only took Xin Han half an hour to achieve his magical skills!

"Master, Master, what's wrong with you?" Xin Han, who had just woken up from a mysterious state, saw these two people with constipated expressions of being dumbfounded, and I wonder what happened just now!

The shock in Mu Renqing's eyes slowly faded away, replaced by the fanaticism of his eyes. Suddenly, he knelt down in front of Xin Han: "Disciple, the contemporary leader of Huashan, Mu Renqing, pays homage to the ancestor!"

When Xin Han was about to ask him if he had taken the wrong medicine, Mu Sang asked first: "What are you doing, old monkey?"

Mu Ren said with a serious expression: "If the sword techniques were practiced normally for decades, it would have been possible for the past few years. Now, Master Xin learned without a master, and the Hunyuan Gong only took half an hour to achieve a small success. Besides being the reincarnation of the ancestor of this sect, what other explanations are there?"

After saying this, Taoist Mu Sang was also stunned. He felt it was reasonable. Although he was a warrior, people in this era believed this. If they didn't believe it, they would not become a monk and become a Taoist priest.

Mu Renqing called again: "The ancestor..."

Xin Han was amused and laughed at the two of them. He didn't know what he was in his previous life. Master, you, you uncle, just as he was about to say he was not, but suddenly his eyes turned and felt that having this identity might be a good thing.
Chapter completed!